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close Info X SCP-4157: WANT DOG Author: Lamentte Thanks to: Reverend Fox Author Page. Photo copy of an SCP-4157-1 instance. Phone number has been expunged to avoid further incidents. Item #: SCP-4157 Special Containment Procedures: Any instances of SCP-4157-1 found in the public are to be confiscated and disposed of via incineration. If a civilian contacts the number listed on SCP-4157-1, all individual(s) are to be removed from the caller's place of residence under a feasible cover story based on the location of the incident. This is to occur until the SCP-4157-2 instance following the call manifests. Once the instance of SCP-4157-2 manifests, the agents are to dispatch and/or collect the SCP-4157-2 instance. The body of the SCP-4157-2 instance is then to be disposed of along with any other objects found within its originating box. Individuals affected or injured by an SCP-4157-2 instance are to be treated and given Class-A Amnestics, with damaged property being replaced if possible. Current investigations into GOI-4998 are underway, although tracking of the number on SCP-4157-1 yields no results to viable locations for GOI-4998. Description: SCP-4157 is the instantaneous creation and placement of paper flyers with the phrase "WANT DOG GET FREE DOG HERE [sic] (███)-███-████" printed onto them, hereafter referred to as SCP-4157-1. SCP-4157 events have only been shown to occur in North America, with SCP-4157-1 instances only appearing in areas and at times where no video surveillance and/or human viewing is currently present. Individuals contacting the number listed on SCP-4157-1 will be answered by the voice of an unidentified male speaking in broken English, hereafter referred as POI-4998. POI-4988 will proceed to ask the caller a series of unusual and seemingly arbitrary questions, the specifics of which vary between calls. These questions seemingly have no effect on any events that follow, and once these questions are answered, POI-4998 will stop the call abruptly. After approximately 11 business days from the original contact, the individual will receive a package at their current location of residence in the form of an unremarkable cardboard box of varying size. The only identifying information found on the box is a sticker displaying the logo for GOI-4998 "MAKE WISH FOUNDATON [sic]"1. Inside said box are several non-anomalous pet toys and blankets, and an organism bearing genetic and physical similarities to various canid species, designated SCP-4157-2. SCP-4157-2 instances are hairless quadrupeds, with inconsistently placed and mostly nonfunctional limbs and facial features. Most SCP-4157-2 instances are hostile and uncoordinated, but do not survive for long periods of time after their initial appearance due to all recorded specimens showing some degree of distortion of organ, muscle, and bone structure, resulting in major organ failure within the first day of manifestation in 85.6% of SCP-4157-2 instances. 44.7% of the previous percentage are SCP-4157-2 instances that are deceased upon arrival to the individual's household. Addendum 4157-1: The following transcript is of an organized call with Researcher Charlotte Mehr and POI-4998 via the number located on SCP-4157-1. (?) Show Transcript Loading Transcription... [BEGIN LOG] POI-4998: Hello! This is MAKE WISH FOUNDATON. Do you want dog? Researcher Mehr: Um, yes, can I ask you a q- POI-4998: Great! What is your favorite color? Researcher Mehr: Can I ask you some quick questions before I answer that? POI-4998: Do you want to know more about dog? I'm glad you asked! Dog is made from pure 100% real dog, no cat, just dog! One happy dog! Researcher Mehr: So do you make these "dogs"? POI-4998: Yes! 100% real dog in all MAKE WISH FOUNDATON dog! No cat, no fish, no bird, just dog! One happy dog! What is your favorite color? Researcher Mehr: Um, red. Why does my favorite color matter? POI-4998: Red! Like dog! What is your favorite height? Researcher Mehr: My favorite what? POI-4998: Favorite height! Researcher Mehr: What do you need to know that for? POI-4998: Dog making process is very complicated and a trade secret of MAKE WISH FOUNDATON. Researcher Mehr: Oh, uh, does six foot five work? POI-4998: Great! Favorite snake width? Researcher Mehr: Snake what? POI-4998: Snake (Pause.) WIDTH! Researcher Mehr: Jesus! Uh, can you please just, calm down a bit? POI-4998: Jesus is my favorite snake width too! What cheese? Researcher Mehr: What about cheese? Sir, uh, if I could ask you some more q- POI-4998: I'm sorry if you don't understand, I need to ask YOU the questions! Researcher Mehr: I'm understanding that much, but I need to know more about your product before I get anything. POI-4998: Product is dog, and it is free! Researcher Mehr: Yes, but I mean like, where are the dogs made and where are you currently? POI-4998: Do you need dog video too? I will add dog video to order! What cheese? Researcher Mehr: What is your name? POI-4998: What cheese? Researcher Mehr: Answer the quest- POI-4998: What cheese? Researcher Mehr: (Pause, followed by a sigh.) Mozzarella? POI-4998: Great! What is your favorite method of murdering a wealthy married couple in their home and then subsequently robbing them of their valuables? Researcher Mehr: (Pause.) I'm sorry, what? POI-4998: You heard me. Researcher Mehr: (Pause.) I- I don't have an answer for that. Why the hell do you even nee- POI-4998: Great! That is all, dog will come soon! Thank you for order on behalf of MAKE WISH FOUNDATON! [END LOG] Addendum 4157-2: Upon the arrival of the subsequent SCP-4157-2 instance following the events of Addendum 4157-1, a standard VHS tape was included with SCP-4157-2. The contents of which can be found transcribed below. (?) Show Transcript Loading Transcription... [BEGIN LOG] 00.00: (Camera pans over 23 dogs in a fenced off enclosure, a barn is visible in the background of the footage, along with hilly and grassy terrain. The voice of POI-4998 is heard over this footage.) POI-4998: Hello! This is the video where we show the dog! We use all 100% real dog like these in our products! 00.08: (Camera cuts to footage of an unidentified female child playing with a domesticated dog inside of a house.) POI-4998: People like dog! People want dog! But sometimes, people do not want dog. 00.15: (A woman comes into the house, who then grabs the dog from the child and takes it outside; the woman starts screaming at the dog and the girl, and the girl starts crying.) POI-4998: People don't want dog, but we want dog! And you do too! So we take dog from the people who don't want dog, and give them to those who WANT DOG! 00.26: (Footage cuts to the outside of the house; the dog is sitting in the front lawn whimpering, when an unidentified man with a hooded sweatshirt obstructing his face comes into view, picks up the dog and then runs out of frame. It is also of note that in the background, there appears to be a small amount of blood on one of the front windows of the original house.) POI-4998: We get dog, we LOVE dog and then give dog to those who want dog! When dog is sad and so are you, no more sad happens when you two are together! 00.39: (Footage cuts back to the farm; the dog from before is now present and is running with the rest of the captive dogs. Camera then pans to the left to view a small shed by the enclosure.) POI-4998: And how do we make dog happy? That is trade secret of MAKE WISH FOUNDATON. Do not investigate this process or MAKE WISH FOUNDATON will pursue legal and/or illegal actions. MAKE WISH FOUNDATON will make your wish of being happy by making dog happy for YOU! For the low low price of nothing dollars! 00.54: (Metallic whirring is then heard inside the shed. Footage quickly cuts to GOI-4998's recorded logo.) POI-4998: MAKE WISH FOUNDATON. Your wish, is our wish for you! 00.59: (Logo fades out, footage ends.) [END LOG] Footnotes 1. GOI-4998 is an organization that haphazardly generates unpredictably dangerous anomalies for no shown monetary gain.
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SCP-4158 upon discovery Item #: SCP-4158 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4158 is to be kept in an 8 meter by 10-meter cell in the heavy containment zone. The cell is to be fitted with a 5-meter trough on the east wall of the cell. SCP-4158 is to be sheared of its excess mass and have its cell cleaned once every week unless a test is being conducted. X-rays are to be performed on SCP-4158 before and after shearing. The resulting meat is to be incinerated. SCP-4158 is to be fed a diet of raw beef, hay, wood, and bricks. Constant monitoring is not necessary, though SCP-4158 must be checked at a minimum of three times a day. In a scenario where growth can not be regulated the object class is to be reevaluated. Description: SCP-4158 is a bovine-esque creature measuring 3.4 meters tall and 5 meters long at the time of writing. Its skin is thin, appearing translucent and ripping easily. SCP-4158 is partially blind and has a bulbous head that lacks the features of a bovine of which it shares an alleged lineage. SCP-4158 is sentient and docile, not acknowledging personnel during feeding or cleaning of its cell. SCP-4158 does not produce excrement. SCP-4158 is constantly growing in size and weight. As such, excess mass must be sheared off every week. Testing has shown that limiting the diet of SCP-4158 does not limit its growth. Additional testing has shown that any meat that has been removed from SCP-4158 does not display the same constant growth. The meat produced by SCP-4158 is USDA Utility Grade beef and has shown no anomalous properties. Despite this, the resulting meat is to be incinerated as a cautionary measure. When SCP-4158 is not sheared of its excess mass new features begin to form, including limbs, genitalia, and, in rare cases, organs. The anatomy and placement of exterior growths are seemingly random. At its largest, SCP-4158 grew to be 8.5 meters tall and 9.8 meters long featuring seven legs, four stomachs, two penises, five testicles, and three tongues before the Foundation disallowed further growth. Testing was halted after SCP-4158 began showing evidence of neural tissue generation. SCP-4158 was found in Crewdson, Indiana on the morning of December 16th, 2004. Calls to animal control were made by multiple residents about a large cow with mange roaming by Highway 17. Two animal control officers were sent to investigate the reports. Upon discovery of SCP-4158, the animal control officers contacted the local police department at 9:39. A Foundation plant contacted Site-64 to send containment specialists to transport it. Class A amnestics were administered to the animal control officers and the case was closed, reporting it as being a cow with mange that was put down at the scene. SCP-4158 was transported to Site-64 at 12:46 with no resistance from SCP-4158. Containment Specialists tracked the origin of SCP-4158 to a slaughterhouse by the name of Butcher's Block where one employee, Barney Mossman, and the manager, Jeff Fine, were found and taken into Foundation custody. One more employee, Rory Gildson, was later found at his residence at ███ ████ ██████ after calling in sick that day. All three persons were taken to Site-64 for questioning. Interview Logs: + Barney Mossman 12/17/2004 Interview Log - Barney Mossman 12/17/2004 Interview Log Interviewed: Barney Mossman Interviewer: Dr. Reeves <Begin Log, December 17, 2004, 14:47> Interviewer: Your name is Barney Mossman, correct? Barney Mossman nods his head in confirmation Interviewer: Let the record show that Mr. Mossman nodded his head in confirmation. Barney Mossman: Come on man, what am I here for? Interviewer: Mr. Mossman, I'm sure you've been told, you're in here for questioning about the large bovine creature that allegedly belongs to your employer. Barney Mossman: You mean Big Charlie? Interviewer: Is that the name of the bovine or your employer? Barney Mossman: It's the cow. I didn't choose it, he was already named when I started working there a couple years ago. Interviewer: So you don't know the origin of it? Barney Mossman: No, man, I don't know anything. Interviewer: Anything at all? Barney Mossman: Well I mean, all I know is that we feed it hay, but it also just eats whatever's around it like wood and bricks, and sometimes the other cows. Interviewer: How long have you had the creature? Barney Mossman: I told you, man, I don't know. I've been working there for about 4 years and they already had him when I started working there. They told me to never tell anyone about him. Interviewer: Interesting, so why did you keep it alive and not just slaughter it? Barney Mossman: Fucking beats me, man, I only ever fed the damned thing, they would never tell me. Interviewer: Alright. Well is there anything else you can tell me? Barney Mossman: Nope. I barely ever got to see him, I just sometimes shove hay in his pen. He ain't my department, I'm the custodian. Interviewer: Okay. So where were you when the thing escaped your employer's possession? Barney Mossman: I was at home because it was night. Interviewer: And what were you doing? Barney Mossman: Well I was just on my computer until like 11 and then I went to sleep. That's it. You can look at my internet history, I swear that's where I was. Interviewer: And what happened the next morning when you came into work and he was gone? Barney Mossman: I was late that morning because I was up late the night before. Mr. Fine went fucking nuts, saying that either me or Rory had sold him out to "our competitors", which I'm pretty sure aren't a thing since we're like the only one in like a thousand miles. Interviewer: Do you know any way that it could have escaped? Barney Mossman: No way man, that pen he's in is the sturdiest pen I've seen in my life, only someone with the keys could have opened it. Interviewer: Do you think that Rory Gildson or Jeff Fine could have sold him or something? Barney Mossman: No way man, those two love that thing. Rory treats it like it's his son or something and Mr. Fine would never. Interviewer: Elaborate as to why Mr. Fine wouldn't. Barney Mossman: I don't know, man, he treats that thing like an idol or something. Like I said, they never told me why they kept him so I don't really know why but I do know that he would never. Interviewer: Would Rory Gildson know? Barney Mossman: Probably. If you want to know anything about Big Charlie, you ask him. I just feed him but Rory cleans him and gives him check ups and shit. Interviewer: Well alright then, Mr. Mossman, I guess if that's all you can tell us then we're done here. <End Log, December 17, 2004, 15:22> + Rory Gildson 12/17/2004 Interview Log - Rory Gildson 12/17/2004 Interview Log Interviewed: Rory Gildson Interviewer: Dr. Reeves <Begin Log, December 17, 2004, 22:00> Interviewer: Your name is Rory Gildson, correct? Rory Gildson: That is correct. Interviewer: Okay. Let's start the interview. Rory Gildson: Okay. Interviewer: So what can you tell me about the cow? Rory Gildson: Well, what do you want to know? Interviewer: Let's start at the beginning; what was that thing? Rory Gildson: Well, so do I because I barely know myself. We bought a pregnant cow from someone, like two for the price of one, and one day the calf just fell out of the mama cow. Like just ripped through its chest. It didn't have an umbilical cord and it wasn't moving so we thought it was dead. It also looked fucking disgusting. We hauled it out but the next morning it had at some point woken up and tried to get in the barn. We thought "This little guy is fucked, maybe someone will want to buy him for some scientific study or freak show," so we took it inside. Interviewer: How long ago was this? Rory Gildson: It was nine years ago. We tried getting rid of him by posting an ad in the local papers but— Interviewer: Wait, an ad about selling the creature? Rory Gildson: Yeah. Editor's Note: The ad was successfully redacted from all public records Interviewer: Okay, continue. Rory Gildson: What? Interviewer: Nothing, just continue. Rory Gildson: Alright. Well we placed the ad but nobody would bite so we decided that it was just a waste to keep it, and it probably wouldn't be a good idea to release it into the wild, because we don't know what it is, and doing that could fuck up the ecosystem or something, so we decided to finally put it out of its misery. So we got the cattle gun and we placed it right between its beady fucking eyes and pulled the trigger. There was a "thunk" sound but nothing happened. Interviewer: And you're sure the gun wasn't compromised in any way? Rory Gildson: Yeah. And when we tried it again it just ended up breaking the gun. So we decided to try slitting its throat and leaving it there but it barely bled. So next we tried just completely cutting out its throat but it still didn't seem to affect him at all. We decided to try and butcher it right there where it stood but it didn't even react. When we were done he was practically a skeleton. We wanted to get something out of this purchase so we decided to just pack the meat in with the rest and hoped no one would notice. Interviewer: How did you know that the meat wasn't toxic or something? Rory Gildson: We didn't. But a couple of days later we realized that he had grown back most of what we cut off him. We cut off some more and then tried it ourselves. It didn't taste any different from normal meat. It was like a miracle. One cow that just eats anything in front of it and produces infinite meat. Of course, we still have other cows kind of for show, so that people don't get curious where our meat comes from, but they don't like Big Charlie. If they get too close and Charlie gets too hungry, he'll eat them. But we don't really care, he'll produce enough meat to cover both of them. Interviewer: Fascinating. Is there anything else you can tell me? Rory Gildson: He's sterile. Interviewer: Okay. Is there anything else? Rory Gildson: Well not really, that's all there is to say. But you can't take him from us, he's our private property and since he is the only reason we ain't out of a job you legally can't take him away. Interviewer: Of course. Rory Gildson: I looked it up. Interviewer: Do you have any idea how it escaped your possession? Rory Gildson: No way. Barney always locks up good, and that pen is the strongest pen I've ever seen, there's no way he could have broken it, and Mr. Fine would never let that happen. Interviewer: Is that so? Do you know why? Rory Gildson: Well I assume it's because he provides for us, he's the reason we've got a job. It's also probably more than that, I think he thinks of him as like his pet or something. He loves Big Charlie. Interviewer: Interesting. Is there anything else you would like to say? Rory Gildson: I guess not. When will I get to see Big Charlie again? Interviewer: You won't. Thank you for cooperating, I believe we're done here. <End Log, December 17, 2004, 24:29> + Jeff Fine 12/18/2004 Interview Log - Jeff Fine 12/18/2004 Interview Log Interviewed: Jeff Fine Interviewer: Dr. Reeves <Begin Log, December 18, 2004, 00:15> Interviewer: You are Jeff Fine, is that correct? Jeff Fine: Yes. Interviewer: And you are the owner of the Butcher's Block slaughterhouse? Jeff Fine: Yes. Interviewer: The business that your employees claim housed and fed the bovine creature? Jeff Fine: Yes. Interviewer: Can you tell us more about that? Jeff Fine: I bought a pregnant cow from some guy. Eventually, it gave birth. And that was Big Charlie. Interviewer: I know about the birth and the way you would shear the flesh off of it. Is there anything else you could tell me? Jeff Fine: We tried to sell it thinking someone ought to want it to study or something but nobody would touch him. I told the boys to put him down but the cattle gun wouldn't even crack his skull. So they tried just cutting him up where he stood. The next couple of days while we were waiting for him to die we noticed that he had regrown himself so we decided to accept this blessing. Interviewer: Okay. And what were you doing on the night of December 12th, 2004 when the creature escaped? Jeff Fine: I was just praying. Interviewer: To who, when, and where? Jeff Fine: Why do you need to know? Interviewer: Mr. Fine, answer the question. Jeff Fine: To Big Charlie. Interviewer: Oh? Jeff Fine: I've done it every night since we received him. Interviewer: And why is that? Jeff Fine: You heard what they said! He feels no pain, you can't kill him, he provides for us! He is our savior! Interviewer: So why would you think to pray to him? Jeff Fine: I just felt something when I was around him. I could tell that he wanted to make this sacrifice for us. Ever since he tried to get into the barn after we threw him out like heartless bastards, I knew he cared for us. Interviewer: And how do you pray to him? Jeff Fine: Well I would open his pen, take off my clothes so that I was pure before him, lay down, and receive his blessings. Interviewer: And how do you do that? Jeff Fine: I drink his blood. He doesn't need it but his heart pumps and produces blood for us. Interviewer: And how come you never told your friends about him? Jeff Fine: I know that Charlie wouldn't like them. I've seen how he reacts when they are near him compared to me. He still provides for them but I am the only one who he allows to receive his personal blessings. Interviewer: And so this time it ran past you and escaped? Jeff Fine: Yes. But he couldn't have been escaping, he must have had a goal. Interviewer: Had he ever shown signs of that kind of behavior before? Jeff Fine: No, not at all. I don't know why he would do that but it has to be for a reason. We can't all know what those who know better than us are thinking. Interviewer: And has this prayer to it ever worked for you? Jeff Fine: Big Charlie doesn't just answer all prayers, willy-nilly. He knows what's best for us. Interviewer: So that's a no? Jeff Fine: How dare you question Big Charlie! He knows what's best for all of us! I'm done here! I don't need to keep answering questions like this! Interviewer: Hey, we're not done here until I say so. Sit back down. Jeff Fine: Let me out! I need to see Big Charlie! I need to see if he's safe! Interviewer: Mr. Fine, sit down! Jeff Fine attempts to flip the interview table Jeff Fine is tranquilized by the security guard on duty Interviewer: God dammit. End log. <End Log, December 18, 2004, 01:34> It is currently not believed that Jeff Fine's worshiping of SCP-4158 is due to any anomalous effect, as is suggested by a study of personnel showing no abnormal religious or ritual practices after working with SCP-4158. At this time there seems to be no reason to discredit any of the claims made. The workers and cows that were in the possession of the Butcher's Block Slaughterhouse at the time were all administrated Class E amnestics. The Butcher's Block Slaughterhouse was closed under the pretense that it was due to a health code violation and the employees were arrested for malpractice. The identity of the man that sold Jeff Fine the pregnant cow that birthed SCP-4158 is still unknown. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4158" by gleem64, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4158. 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. Source: twitter License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Author: Trevor Henderson Source: Imgur (Permission)
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File photo of SCP-4159 in 2018. Item #: SCP-4159 Special Containment Procedures: Public access to areas inhabited by SCP-4159 is to be heavily restricted between March and November under the guise of hooded plover bird nest re-introduction. These areas are to be monitored both remotely and by Foundation personnel posing as Parks Victoria rangers, and seaweed washed ashore is to be collected and incinerated daily. Populations of SCP-4159 are to be counted and monitored, with civilian inhabited areas nearby to be evacuated should significant numbers of SCP-4159 get too close and fail to be lured away or destroyed. Weather reports are to be monitored for storms at sea with a likelihood of bringing more specimens ashore. A minimum of four specimens are to be kept contained within Site 40 for study, along with any notable specimens. Containment will be comprised of a standard wildlife containment cell with a steady supply of salt water. Foundation personnel are advised not to come within 2 metres of SCP-4159 specimens, and to always work with partners to minimise the risk of injury. Description: SCP-4159 are carnivorous organisms resembling large clumps of kelp endemic to several coastal regions in Victoria, Australia. The size of SCP-4159 can vary greatly1, but all specimens encountered have been composed of a mass of various connected lengths of kelp. Examination has shown no significant difference between the tissue of SCP-4159 and naturally occurring kelp species, leading to investigations into whether SCP-4159 is created from ordinary kelp or is an entirely different organism. SCP-4159 inhabits shorelines, reefs, rock pools and shallow waters, with specimens adopting different behaviours in different environments, suggesting intelligence comparable to cephalopods. This behaviour includes, but is not limited to: Laying in wait as an ambush predator among sand and mundane seaweed. Active predation of slower moving prey such as sea turtles, seals and sleeping animals.2 The use of tools such as stones, nets and corpses, typically in a luring fashion.3 Bioluminescent hypnosis reminiscent of the hunting behaviour of many species of cuttlefish. Structuring itself into limbs to grapple prey items. Observation has shown that while SCP-4159 is slow moving, they are able to move silently and have proven to be exceptionally strong, with smaller specimens capable of subduing adult humans. Upon obtaining a prey item SCP-4159 typically suffocates or drowns it before moving to a secluded, damp location to digest it. it accomplishes this by what is thought to be a form of phagocytosis, enveloping the prey item in itself and slowly absorbing it over a period of hours, though larger individuals are able to digest nutrition faster by virtue of having more surface area with which to apply to the task. The peak season for SCP-4159 is between late March and mid October, though this may vary based on the climate, with colder and stormier weather bringing specimens from deeper water, suggesting they may be dislodged from their warm water habitat by storms in a manner similar to non-anomalous kelp or even jellyfish. Monitoring of SCP-4159 populations' migratory habits has shown that each year they arrive and depart from the same direction, with recent analysis showing populations converging on an isolated reef located at -39.937113, 146.077304.4 Addendum SCP-4159-A: On 19/3/17, civilians reported the disappearance of their child, Nicholas McArthur, who was last seen riding his bicycle in the town of Kilcunda, Victoria. A police search of the area led to the discovery of McArthur's remains being consumed by an instance of SCP-4159 within a playground tube. Embedded Foundation agents soon dispatched a field team to establish a perimeter, with police units being amnesticised and returned to duty. The specimen was destroyed, and McArthur's remains were recovered.5 Examination of local CCTV footage shows Nicholas McArthur arriving at the playground at 15:30, playing on the swings, then entering the sandpit where the SCP-4159 specimen had disguised itself as a rudimentary sandcastle. The resultant attack incapacitated McArthur within 19 minutes, before retreating to the playground tube to ingest the victim. Later investigation was able to track the specimen to a creek several hundred metres away. This was the only known instance of SCP-4159 entering a freshwater environment, and one of the earlier instances of the usage of a sandcastle disguise. Addendum SCP-4159-B Level 3 clearance required Close Following a successful operation in the town of Bairnsdale, Victoria, relating to an uninvolved anomaly, a number of Epsilon-6 (Village Idiots) agents were sleeping at a waterfront motel awaiting extraction the following morning. During the course of the night, an SCP-4159 instance subdued and partially consumed Agent Holtzinger. These events have been reconstructed based on witness accounts and recovered security footage. Witness statement: Incident 4159-34-B-1 Witness: Mark Bolding Statement: In the microphone? Okay boss. So it's like I said before, um, it was about two-ish in the morning and Jan kicked me out for smoking in the room. I was standing out on the verandah and looking out at the water, thinking about going for a surf in the morning, you know, that sort of stuff. Anyway I saw something come out of the water right about then, must've been a seal or something. Looked kinda funny, all flattened and sorta stretched out you know. Probably sick, that happens all the time with that [EXPLETIVE] desalination plant they built you know. Witness statement: Incident 4159-34-B-2 Witness: Sharee Lockwood Statement: Yeah, it was two thirty in the morning and I saw on the security camera that there was all this water and seaweed in the car park leading to the rooms. You know, a slipping hazard. Last thing I need is for my boss to see me let an OH and S violation go, so I head out with the mop to clean it up. That's when the service button at the front desk paged me. I'd pretty much finished anyway, it was pretty much just in the gardens by that point so I went and handled the customer. Recovered CCTV footage: Timestamp: 02:39, July 12, 2018 Visual Log: Footage shows a static view of the footpath and room doors along it. All doors are closed, and no light shines through any windows. 02:40, July 12, 2018: SCP-4159 instance enters frame from the west. Specimen is noted to be covered in leaves and detritus, and estimated to weigh 25-30kg. Upon reaching the closest door to the camera, that housing Agent Holtzinger, the specimen proceeds to flatten itself to the ground and enter the room under the door. 04:30, July 12, 2018: Agent Holtzinger exits the room and is seen to be in a slumped backward posture and moving with a stiff, shambling motion. Upon moving closer to the camera the SCP-4159 specimen can be seen tightly clinging to Agent Holtzinger's lower back and neck. 04:33, July 12, 2018: Agent Holtzinger and the SCP-4159 instance leave frame. Foundation Incident Report form 34-B Name of Agent: Irwin Wood Report: At approximately 04:40 I was awoken by odd sounds outside the window of my room. Upon investigation I could see a person leaning on a tree in the courtyard by the public toilet block. I was unable to see the person in any detail from my room, so I dressed and went outside to investigate. Upon arriving at the courtyard the person had moved towards the treeline near the toilet block. They were moving strangely, as though they were being shaken by someone from behind. I approached and shone my torch on the person and identified them as Agent Holtzinger. She was not breathing and had strings of kelp tangled in her pyjamas and hair. Upon closer inspection I saw that a mass of anomalous kelp had been attached to the back of Agent Holtzinger and was shaking them. I proceeded to call for support from the rest of the taskforce, and proceeded to aid in the containment of Agent Holtzinger. Following this incident an investigation into the population of SCP-4159 was launched. The results of this investigation showed a population explosion of SCP-4159 in the area, with the cause of this event suspected to have been a king tide several weeks before. Agent Holtzinger's remains were seen to have sustained multiple fractures to the mandible, left ulna and left radius, along with partial digestion of the epidermis, fatty tissue, muscle and bone of the back portion of the torso, neck and scalp. Cause of death has been ruled as suffocation. Agent Holtzinger's remains were disposed of as per standard procedure and a cull of SCP-4159 was initiated. Incident 4159-44 Level 3 clearance required Close SCP-4159 engaging in angling behavior. On 27/10/2018 Foundation agent Isaac Plumb disappeared while investigating reports of SCP-4159 near the town of Aspen Valley, █████ Island, to the northwest of the Kent islands. Agent Plumb's last report indicated his intention to investigate the town from a distance before taking further action. Following his disappearance, a taskforce composed of four agents6 was sent from Site 40 to investigate. Upon arriving at █████ Island, Cmdr. Geeham reported that the dock and marina was deserted, before proceeding towards Aspen Valley on foot. Upon confirming a visual of the town, Cmdr. Geeham reported multiple SCP-4159 instances in the town, primarily located on top of and around buildings and trees. The taskforce was instructed to proceed into the town to locate Agent Plumb and determine the extent of the infestation. Closer examination showed that the sighted SCP-4159 instances were in fact a single enormous specimen estimated by Cmdr. Geeham to weigh several tonnes, with tendrils extending into all the buildings in the town via windows, doors and chimneys. All members of the taskforce but Cmdr. Geeham were lost in action and Cmdr. Geeham was found when the expeditionary vessel washed ashore █ kilometres from Site 40. Interviewer: Dr. Hoctor. Interviewed: Cmdr. Grace Geeham, Green leader of Taskforce 4, with previous experience in working with SCP-4159. Foreword: Following the events of Incident 4159-44, Cmdr. Geeham submitted an after action report and was placed on administrative leave while an effort was made to verify her claims. At this time her report remains unverified, and Cmdr. Geeham was interviewed once more to determine the report's veracity. <Begin Log> Dr. Hoctor: Hello again Cmdr. Geeham, please sit down. Cmdr. Geeham sits and looks at Dr. Hoctor expectantly, appearing restless. Cmdr. Geeham: So this means you sent someone to look at █████ Island, right? You saw it? You saw what it does, why we need to wipe them out? Dr. Hoctor: The reconnaissance team didn't see anything suggesting anything other than a severe SCP-4159 incursion, though not without abnormalities. We have asked you here to re-state your report, in your own words, and to help us clarify the events surrounding █████ Island. When you're ready, Grace. Cmdr. Geeham is noted to look irritated and anxious. Cmdr. Geeham: Sir… Yes sir. We landed on the island at 0700 and found the marina and the docks empty. We weren't expecting that, 4159 incursions are slow, they pick off one or two people at a time, never groups. How could they? They're slow. After some discussion, the team and I discussed our plan, and considered the possibility of something else operating in the area. Dr. Hoctor: Something else? Despite reports of SCP-4159 operating in the area? Cmdr. Geeham: Wouldn't be the first time. Remember what happened with the █████████ disappearance? Dr. Hoctor: Noted, please proceed Cmdr. Geeham. Cmdr. Geeham: Well, we headed into the town down the road from the docks, and that's when we saw the 4159's all over the town. Only, they looked off somehow. Like they were asleep or sick or something. Either way, they were really big, about as big as any of us had seen before, mounded up on all the roofs and power lines, hanging down into windows and chimneys. Dr. Hoctor: And that is when you decided to split into pairs? Cmdr. Geeham: That's right. At this point… I-I didn't realise it was different to normal specimens we'd dealt with before. Besides, we had the flamethrowers and we were all experienced agents… At least, I thought we were. Cmdr. Geeham sighs and appears remorseful Dr. Hoctor: Continue your statement, Grace. Cmdr. Geeham: We split up. Myself and Dar- Cpl. Brayshaw were covering the west side of town, Ostradi and Hicks were on the east. We kept in contact with each other the whole time. The insides of those houses… I've never seen it have that effect on an environment before. Cmdr. Geeham shows visible signs of distress and drinks from a glass of water Cmdr. Geeham: It had turned the inside of the houses into a sort of nest. Rotting plants and fishing nets and furniture piled together with these tendrils coming from the specimen leading into the nests through the windows and fireplace. Just as Brayshaw and I went to investigate, Hicks called on the radio saying that she could see a long mass of kelp leading from the specimen to the water, and that all instances of 4159 were joined together. That's about when we realised it was one massive specimen, not lots of smaller ones. I ordered her and Ostradi to come back to our location, and Brayshaw… He… Dr. Hoctor: We can take a short break if you need to compose yourself, Grace. Cmdr. Geeham takes a deep breath and shakes her head Cmdr. Geeham: I'm good. I'm okay. He found the family that used to live there. Their beds were in the middle of the nest in the living room. They… They were all webbed to their beds with bits of 4159. It was growing into their faces, like it burrowed through the sinuses and just grew all the way inside. It… They… They had big masses of these gas bladder looking objects bursting out of their skin, all over their bodies. Most of them were small, like grapes, but others were like tennis balls. When I shone my torch on them, I could see 4159 embryos inside. Like eggs. Then Brayshaw saw it too, and he just lost it. Dr. Hoctor: Lost it? Cmdr. Geeham: He shoved me aside and blasted the nest with his flamethrower. Inside the building. When he did, the specimen defended itself. Tendrils as thick as trees burst in from the window and grabbed him. Would've grabbed me too if I didn't scoot back out onto the street on my ass like an idiot. Dr. Hoctor: You didn't attempt to aid Cpl. Brayshaw? Cmdr. Geeham: It [EXPLETIVE] crushed him like a bug! I saw him crumple down to half his size and fountain blood out of his mouth. It was all I could do to get out and try to get to Hicks and Ostradi. Cmdr. Geeham pauses and composes herself. They were in the middle of the street, shouting to me and Brayshaw. The whole thing was flailing all over the place, even knocked down one of the houses as it pulled most of its mass into the street and started hauling itself towards us from the direction of the docks. We could see at least a dozen people dragging along behind it caught up in its tendrils like the family Brayshaw found, and it hadn't even gotten out of all the houses yet. Cmdr. Geeham pauses and stares at the wall for 18 seconds. Dr. Hoctor touches Cmdr. Geehams arm. Dr. Hoctor: What happened next Grace? After you regrouped with the rest of your team? Cmdr. Geeham: We… We ran, Ostradi saw the towns abattoir at the end of the street and since it was a bluestone building we figured it would be strong enough to keep the specimen out. As we were entering the front door, Cpl. Ostradi… He… He walked under a tree and some tendrils descended and grabbed him, yanked him into the air. He called out to us but I had to make a call. It was just… It was too much of a risk to go back, so we left him and entered the abattoir. Cmdr. Geeham places her head in her hands and breathes heavily for several minutes Dr. Hoctor: Cmdr. we have all had to make hard decisions here. It's part of the job, though I understand that doesn't make things any easier. Take some deep breaths and try to finish. Cmdr. Geeham: Okay. Okay. Cmdr. Geeham nods and clears her throat. When we entered the building, we moved deeper inside as quickly as we could to set up a defensive perimeter on the kill floor. Hicks joked that it seemed appropriate. But when we got in there, we saw that the back of the building had been knocked down by the specimen. It was slumped on the wall of the building and over the alleyway. There was a small whale there in the same condition as the people in the first building laying against a propane tank. The specimen shuddered and started to squeeze into the breach, so I ordered Hicks to fire on the propane tank with me. Dr. Hoctor: Under most circumstances I would call that reckless, Cmdr. you're absolutely sure it was necessary? Cmdr. Geeham: We were trapped in there, what choice did we have? Besides, it worked. The tank went up, knocked us both on our asses, but the thing was right on top of the explosion and got blown to bits. We managed to get to our feet despite our injuries and helped each other out into the street. What was left of the specimen was retreating towards the woods, and we followed at a distance to return to the boat. By the time we made it we couldn't make visual contact with the specimen. After treating our injuries as best we could, I took the first shift piloting the boat back towards the site. Dr. Hoctor: And Pvt. Hicks? What happened to her? Cmdr. Geeham: She… I was sleeping while it was her turn driving. The propeller jammed, and she said to rest while she checked it out, since my wounds were fairly severe compared to hers. I… I'm not sure what happened, but I heard her gasp. When I managed to get outside I saw her jump into the water. Cmdr. Geeham takes a deep breath. Cmdr. Geeham: I think she was hypnotised, there were lights in the water when she jumped much brighter than any bioluminescence I've seen on a 4159 I've seen before. They followed me the whole time until I got close to shore, and then I washed up and the team found me. Dr. Hoctor: Standing Thank you Grace. For the time being I would like- Cmdr. Geeham: Doctor, I can't stay here, I need to go to an inland site… I… Every time I look at the water I see those glowing lights… You… For a second I could swear that Hicks smiled at me as she jumped into the water. I… I'm afraid that if I keep seeing those lights I'll walk into the sea with that same smile. Dr. Hoctor: Noted, Cmdr. We'll see what we can do. <End Log> Note: I'd like for the families of Cpl. Brendan Ostradi, Cpl. Daryl Brayshaw and Pvt. Margaret Hicks to receive the standard monetary payout and deepest condolences on behalf of the Foundation. Furthermore, Cmdr. Geeham is to be administered Class B amnestics as per her request and transferred to Site ███. Further investigations into the events of incident 4159-44 and the whereabouts of Agent Plumb are to be made a high priority, with extreme caution to be taken in said investigation. Dr. D. Hoctor Site-40 Director Footnotes 1. Most often between 4 and 2,700kg in weight, though significant outliers have been found. See Incident 4159-44 2. see addendum SCP-4159-B 3. See addendum SCP-4159-B 4. Investigation into this location is still ongoing, though it is suspected to be anomalous due to inconsistent scans and identical reefs being spotted in other locations around the world. 5. Remains were later buried under the guise of being the victim of an infectious necrotic virus known to be prevalent in the area. 6. Cmdr. Grace Geeham, Cpl. Brendan Ostradi, Cpl. Daryl Brayshaw and Pvt. Margaret Hicks
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SCP-4160
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Item #: SCP-4160 Special Containment Procedures: As of 16/11/2025, SCP-4160 has been determined to have been neutralized following Incident 4160-23. No further containment efforts are deemed necessary at this time. Archived containment procedures have been included below. + Archived Containment Procedures - Archived Containment Procedures Due to the nature of SCP-4160, total containment is impossible at this time. As such, Foundation efforts are to be focused on the reduction of public awareness of SCP-4160. Foundation Operatives within world governments are to pursue the day of November 15th to be declared a national holiday within the United States, Russia, and member states of the European Union. Additionally, operatives within educational systems are to attempt to reduce the number of classes teaching history1 on November 15th, each year. A Foundation-operated bot (I/O-HERODOTUS) is to monitor online communities for discussions/media regarding SCP-4160 instances. MTF Gamma-5 ("Red Herrings") is to investigate these discussions and provide needed amnesticization/cover-up on a case-by-case basis. Description: SCP-4160 is an event occurring annually on November 15th within a single arbitrary history lesson being taught on that date. During the event, a pupil will become highly agitated with a point of discussion introduced by the instructor, invariably resulting in an increasingly heated verbal exchange followed by physical violence on the part of the pupil as they attempt to prevent completion of the lesson. These points of discussion triggering SCP-4160 events range from insignificant historical trivia, which are often given special consideration by the instructor for their potential historical influence, to major historical events. If left unhindered, this act of violence will eventually culminate in the death of either the pupil or instructor at the hands of the other, as instructors are determined to finish their lesson despite the verbal and physical assault. To date, no observed event has ended in the completion of the lesson. Following these events, a surviving affected pupil will continue to deny the point of discussion that triggered the SCP-4160 event, though not to the extent of causing harm to others. This behavior will continue until November 15th of the following year. If the memory of the initial event is removed with amnestic treatment, this behavior ceases. Additionally, surviving pupils and instructors affected by SCP-4160 have unanimously reported to briefly hear two feminine voices arguing upon completion of an SCP-4160 event.2 Affected individuals with a knowledge of Ancient Greek have, through assistance by Foundation linguists, identified the entity as speaking a form of the Attic Greek dialect. Translations of these exchanges have included: "I don't mess with your art! Why do you have to mess with mine?" "This is my art, dear sister." "You know I can erase you from the record, right?" "I'd like to see you try." "Every damn time! I'll tell father about this!" "Oh, come now. What's he going to do? He's too busy looking for someone or something to screw." "Thalia3, help me!" "This is far too comedic a development for her to help. You're stuck, dear." "Fuck off, Mel!" "Oh well isn't that just tragic?" "Oh my gods STOP!" It is unknown how long SCP-4160 events have occurred. Regular historical evidence of their occurrence has dated back to the 17th century, with a sporadic record potentially dating back to at least 800 BCE. Currently, there are no reliable means of predicting where an SCP-4160 event will occur prior to its initiation. As of 1990, Foundation efforts have successfully located and contained approximately 90% of SCP-4160 events. Attempts to trigger an SCP-4160 event in a Foundation controlled environment are ongoing. Addendum 4160-A: Discovery SCP-4160 first became apparent to Foundation operatives on 15/11/1970 during a season four production of the public television children's program of "Mister Rogers' Neighborhood." During the episode, an electrician taught the host, Fred Rogers, about the history of the incandescent lightbulb, during which they emphasized the importance of the filament choice Thomas Edison had used in his designs. The host then became highly agitated with his guest, arguing with them for several minutes before becoming violent and attempting to harm the guest with his chair. An investigation conducted by Foundation operatives uncovered SCP-4160's historical trend, and the event was soon after categorized as an SCP. Action by MTF Gamma-5 was able to cover-up the incident without significant public exposure. Addendum 4160-B: Abridged Event List The following is an abridged list of notable SCP-4160 events. A full list of observed and potential SCP-4160 events can be found in Document 4160-B. Date: Between 420 and 410 BCE Location: Athens, Greece Description: Memoirs by Thucydides indicating four of his lectures on the Peloponnesian War ending prematurely following a pupil's revolt. In each case, fellow pupils were able to subdue the perpetrator, and in three cases killing them. Thucydides does not state what the triggering point of discussion was in any of these events. Original memoirs have been archived by the Foundation and changed in the public record. Date: 1068 CE Location: Goslar, Germany Description: Memoirs of Anno II, Archbishop of Cologne during the education of Holy Roman Emperor Henry IV. Anno reports that during the emperor's education a heated debate occurred between him and one of his tutors over the origin of the term "paladin" within Charlemagne's court. In a fit of anger, Henry IV defenestrated the tutor, who reportedly attempted to continue the lesson where he landed before succumbing to trauma. Original memoirs have been archived by the Foundation and changed in the public record. Date: 1790 CE Location: Boston, Massachusetts, US Description: Account from the diary of Ms. Elizabeth Abney, a Boston area school teacher. During a discussion of the coloration of the British uniforms during the French and Indian War, a pupil named John Cook became highly agitated. The account insists that Abney disciplined Cook with a switch before he could enact physical violence. Due to the beating taking 'hours' Abney was unable to complete the lecture before the school day ended. Abney's diary has been recovered by the Foundation and expunged from the public record. Date: 1878 CE Location: Manchester, UK Description: Disciplinary report from the Victoria University of Manchester for Colin Taylor. The report states that during a lecture on the Napoleonic Wars in which the professor discussed the potential role of the tin buttons on the French coats in their defeat during the invasion of Russia, Taylor left mid-lecture. Upon his return to the lecture hall, Taylor assaulted the professor with snowballs while shouting "Here are your [EXPLETIVE] tin buttons!" The report indicates that Taylor had torn the buttons from his coat and placed one in each snowball thrown. Taylor was apprehended by local authorities soon after. The professor reportedly attempted to resume his lecture but was unable to finish due to sustaining a concussion. The record has been recovered by the Foundation and expunged from the public record. Date: 1961 CE Location: Portland, Oregon, US Description: Police report for the assault of Dr. Connor Jackson by Dr. Terrance Creed, two history professors at Portland State University. According to the report, while both were at a local bar, Jackson began to lecture Creed on the importance of the 1934 West Coast waterfront strike in weakening the local American Federation of Labor when the two broke into a fight, during which time Creed tore out Jackson's tongue upon the latter's attempts to continue his lecture. Due to Creed and Jackson still being alive following the Foundation's discovery of SCP-4160, interviews about the incident were conducted. The original police record has been archived by the Foundation and changed in the public record. Date: 2015 CE Location: Site-64 Description: See Incident 4160-23. Addendum 4160-C: Incident 4160-23 During a Foundation Seminar hosted at Site-64 on 15/11/2015 entitled "An Iron Curtain and a Rippling Veil: Changes to Consensus Normalcy During the Cold War" an SCP-4160 event occurred between Dr. Janice Hamada, who was conducting the seminar, and Agent Beatrice Ross, resident thaumatologist of MTF Tau-51 ("Urban Brawl"), who was in attendance. During the resulting skirmish between Agent Ross and other personnel in attendance, Agent Anaya Sarkar of MTF Gamma-5 was able to incapacitate her. Agent Sarkar instructed Dr. Hamada to finish her seminar in Agent Ross's presence. Following completion of the seminar, Agent Ross's agitated behavior ceased. An interview with Agent Ross was conducted shortly afterward. Addendum 4160-D: Object Class Reassignment SCP-4160 events have failed to occur following the events of Incident 4160-23. As of 11/16/2025, SCP-4160 is considered neutralized. Changes to SCP-4160's documentation have been made where appropriate. Addendum 4160-E: Interview 4160-84 Interviewed: Agent Beatrice Ross Interviewer: Researcher Roland Ferro Foreword: The following interview was conducted on 15/11/2015, following Agent Ross's participation in an SCP-4160 event. <Begin Log> Ferro: Well, this is awkward. How are you holding up, Beatrice? Ross: I got body slammed into a table by a 'Herring.' I've had better days, Roland. Do you think I can get some Tylenol or something? Ferro: In a few moments, sure. Time is a bit crucial here. I'm sure you understand. Ross sighs. Ross: Yeah, whatever. Ferro: Why did you attempt to assault Dr. Hamada? Ross: I wish I could tell you, but I don't know. I mean, as far as these historical seminars go, this one was actually pretty interesting. Ross chuckles. Ross: I guess when they brought up the big move of anomalies into Egypt, Yugoslavia, and Indonesia during the start of the Cold War as a means for the Foundation to remain neutral, well, something clicked in the back of my mind. I kept thinking to myself "That doesn't sound right…" Ferro: That was pretty early on in the seminar. Ross: I know, at first, I pushed it back thinking, "eh, whatever." But as Dr. Hamada went on I felt my blood begin to heat up. Each new statement was like another insult. "That doesn't sound right" became "That's just wrong" which became "What makes you think you can say that" and then "Who the fuck do you think you are" and finally "I need to stop this." Then I felt myself explode. Ferro: You didn't black out then? Ross: Nope. I was fully aware of what I was doing. Regrettably. If I hadn't been stopped I probably would have shot a rod of lightning up her ass. Ferro: You noticeably calmed down after Dr. Hamada finished her lecture though. What was going on there? Ross: The second she said: "Thank you for attending my seminar, any questions?" I felt another click, and thought, "Well shit, she's right." There just wasn't any anger left after that. Ferro: Just like that? Gone? Ross: Gone. Ferro finishes writing some notes. Ross: Hey, Roland? The people affected during these events are supposed to hear a voice speaking Greek at the end yeah? Did my translator report to you about what I heard? Ferro pauses. Ferro: No, not yet. What was it? Ross chuckles. Ross: Well, they had really thick accents, and one sounded rather pissed. I guess the translation was: Ross: "I win, Melpomene.4" Ross: "Well played, Clio.5" <End Log> Footnotes 1. Such classes are defined as any in which a significant portion of the content is dedicated to the study of past events, with a minimum of at least one instructor and one pupil. 2. An SCP-4160 event is considered complete when the lesson is ended and does not resume. This can be due to death of the instructor, or the instructor failing to resume the lesson within 15 minutes following the death or incapacitation of the pupil. 3. In Greco-Roman mythology, Thalia is the muse of Comedy, one of nine inspirational goddesses of literature, science, and the arts. 4. In Greco-Roman mythology, Melpomene is the muse of Tragedy. 5. In Greco-Roman mythology, Clio is the muse of History. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4160" by Jacob Conwell, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4160. 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-4161
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A ROUNDERHOUSE Joint Coming Soon - Rounderhouse ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} 4/4161 LEVEL 4/4161 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-4161 Safe SCP-4161, prior to Foundation acquisition. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4161 is contained in a standard anomalous object storage locker in Site-五. Testing is only to take place with Level-4 Clearance from Project "Starry Eyes" Director John Meyers. D-15387 is never to be separated from SCP-4161. Description: SCP-4161 is a desiccated humanoid entity 165cm tall, weighing 47.7 kg. It is seated in a cross-legged position, and clothed in an orange robe. While in its inactive state, SCP-4161 is deceased on a cellular level. SCP-4161 is operable in a manner similar to a laptop computer. However, it is structured atypically, with components separated and located in different portions of the body. These parts include: A motherboard located within SCP-4161's stomach. A 4 gigabyte Samsung brand RAM card embedded within the liver. An Intel i3 processing unit located within the right ventricle of the heart. A power supply inside the colon, with a power cable that exits from the base of the spine. In place of a tongue, SCP-4161 has a USB 2.0 cable extruding from the lower larynx and protruding up through the esophagus, terminating in a male connector. A large touchscreen attached to SCP-4161's upper back with no visible branding. If its power cable is inserted into a compatible outlet, SCP-4161's body temperature will rise as the components within it begin to function. Its cells will begin to undergo respiration and the screen on its back will turn on to display a simple button-based selector screen. When activated, SCP-4161 is capable of vocal communication with its user. Initial Recovery: SCP-4161 came to Foundation attention on April 12th 2019, after a report of supernatural activity in a Buddhist temple came to the attention of the Chinese Ministry of Public Safety. Embedded personnel intercepted the report and MTF 刀-五 ("Karma") was ordered to investigate due to a possible connection with GoI-084 "Galactic Federation". Subject: Khenchen Zhang Interviewer: MTF 刀-五 Acting Commander Jiang Shu [BEGIN LOG] Jiang enters the inner chamber of the temple. JIANG: Hello? Is anyone here? ZHANG: You've arrived. Come. Sit. JIANG: I'll stand, thank you. I'm with the Ministry, we received reports of abnormal activity here. ZHANG: I know. I made them. JIANG: They were more than a bit vague. Could you explain exactly what the problem is? The Khenshen motions to his left where SCP-4161 is seated on a stone pedestal. It is covered in orange cloth. ZHANG: I was raised from childhood in the temple. I have spent my life surrounded by mystical artifacts. That is not one of them. JIANG: What do you mean? ZHANG: It radiates a screaming aura of negativity. Artifacts are not cursed objects — they are merely focal points of the universe's energies. That- that is a hole into which those energies are slipping. It is not meant to exist. JIANG: I'm sorry, but I cannot allocate national resources to dealing with what is essentially a hunch. ZHANG: Fine. See for yourself, then. The Khenshen rises from his position, and approaches SCP-4161. He quickly pulls the cloth away from it. JIANG: … Tā mā de.1 SCP-4161's eyes are rolled entirely backward into its head, and its jaw is rapidly snapping open and shut. A brown liquid is dripping from its nostrils, collecting in a pool on the stone floor, and engorged veins are clearly visible all over its body. It is speaking in a low hiss. SCP-4161: The soul in the sky is a mistake and the mistake will be crushed by the One and the One will arrive on the mount to bleed the disbelievers and the disbelievers will forget the soul in the sky and the soul in the sky is a mistake and the mistake… SCP-4161 stops chanting momentarily and shudders. With a heaving noise, it leans forward and begins choking. It opens its mouth to expel a cicada, which rapidly flies out of a window. Jiang notices the power cord attached to SCP-4161 and moves to remove it. It ceases activity. [END LOG] Afterword: Following the incident, SCP-4161 was seized by MTF 刀-五 and brought to Site-五. Experiment Log: Foreword: D-15387 was selected to conduct experiments on SCP-4161. Format Input: Button selected. Response: Vocal response from SCP-4161. [BEGIN LOG] Screen 1 Three buttons are visible on an otherwise dark screen. They are marked WHO, WERE, and BEGIN SUMSARA[sic]. Input: WHO Response: "You are currently utilizing version 1.19.1 of the Metempsychosis Assistant For The Glory Of The One! Please press more information for more information!" Screen 2 A small button is marked "MORE INFERMATION"[sic]. Input: MORE INFERMATION Response: "This unit was originally inhabited by the Vijnana of Fang Xinyeng. His soul has since been recycled to assist in the construction of the Throne That Will Herald The Lord. He will be forgotten as a proper servant should." Screen 1 Three buttons are visible on an otherwise dark screen. They are marked WHO, WERE, and BEGIN SUMSARA[sic]. Input: WERE Response: "The Glory and Eternal Throne sits in the emptiness of the Void, the weight of its own power casting darkness over the stars around it." Screen 1 Three buttons are visible on an otherwise dark screen. They are marked WHO, WERE, and BEGIN SUMSARA[sic]. Input: BEGIN SUMSARA Response: "Are you sure? This process cannot be halted once begun." Screen 3 Two buttons are visible. Both are unmarked. D-15387 is told to select one at random, and chooses the leftmost button. Input: N/A Response: "Judgement. Your soul is that of a tiryak, an animal - you merely fear that which passes across your mind, fading through your consciousness. You do not deserve samsara." Pause. "You will be repurposed for his throne." D-15387 screams for a moment before a computer fan exits SCP-4161 at high velocity and impales his throat. SCP-4161 twists 180° on its spine before wrapping its arms around D-15387, pulling him into a tight embrace. Blood spills out through D-15387's trachea, and SCP-4161 coughs before expelling a single processor chip. It uses one arm to force it under D-15387's eyelid, who ceases activity. Indecipherable muttering is audible from SCP-4161. Afterword: D-15387 has since been designated SCP-4161-B. SCP-4161-B was X-rayed as part of standard anomalous conversion screening procedure, revealing the presence of a 2014 iPad Pro in SCP-4161-B's gallbladder. Further testing is currently suspended. [END LOG] Addendum 4161.3: Audio Recording: On August 15th, 2020, a radio signal was detected from SCP-4161's containment locker. A recording and transcript is attached. Transcript: 00:00-00:04: Echoing dial tone, as if in a large room. 00:05: Silence. 00:06-00:10: Watery bubbling noise. 00:11-00:22: Dial tone growing in intensity, reaches crescendo at 00:18. Bursts into a screech of static until 00:22. 00:22-00:25: A feminine voice wrapped in static speaks, "Go [ahead] seven-sixty-two." 00:26-00:29: Further static, interspersed with the sounds of a dial-up modem. 00:29-00:32: Robotic masculine voice, similarly wrapped in static. "Do you have anything else for me?" 00:32-00:35: Robotic noise, reminiscent of heavy machinery. 00:35-00:37: Feminine voice once again, "Ready now. Base clear." 00:37-00:41: Fading static burst. 00:42-00:48: A hacking cough. It is unclear whether SCP-4161 or SCP-4161-B is the source. Incident 4161.2: Four hours following the radio signal, a small popup window was noted on SCP-4161's screen. A screenshot is attached below: Footnotes 1. A Mandarin expletive.
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SCP-4162
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Item #: SCP-4162 Special Containment Procedures: A containment zone has been set up in Foundation-controlled waters off the coast of Mexico in order to prevent SCP-4162 from reaching civilized areas. Two D-Class operatives immobilized via restraints are to be present on small craft, one on each side of the containment zone, in order to serve as bait for SCP-4162 to ensure it does not roam outside of the containment zone. Once SCP-4162 has terminated one of these two personnel and begins targeting the other, the terminated individual is to be replaced immediately. This cycle is to be repeated indefinitely so as to prevent SCP-4162 from selecting a target located outside the containment zone. Any individuals attempting to approach or pass through the containment zone are to be repelled immediately by on-site marine personnel. In addition, a no-fly zone has been established directly above the containment zone and the immediate surrounding area. Description: SCP-4162 is an intangible ovoid object, red in colouration, three meters tall and one meter wide. Although it possesses no visible means of ambulation, SCP-4162 moves by floating one meter in the air and proceeding linearly in a certain direction. During this process, SCP-4162 mildly pulsates several times a minute; the purpose of this is unknown. SCP-4162 will constantly move towards the individual designated as its target at a speed slightly faster than that of the target itself. In cases where the target is stationary, SCP-4162 will move as slowly as 0.1 km/h - however, SCP-4162 has also been recorded as reaching speeds as high as 930 km/h on occasions where targets have attempted to escape it via aircraft. It is currently unknown whether this constitutes the maximum speed of SCP-4162. Due to the intangible nature of SCP-4162, there are no known means of slowing or stopping its movement below these boundaries. Once SCP-4162 enters within one meter of its target, a rapid expansion of air will take place in the target's skull, causing their cranium to violently explode after a period of three to five seconds. SCP-4162 will then immediately designate the nearest human being as its next target, and the process will repeat. Entering within one meter of SCP-4162 holds no ill effects for any individual not currently designated as the target. SCP-4162 is sapient and, despite possessing no bodily means of doing so, is capable of speaking in a high-pitched voice reminiscent of that of a prepubescent child. Despite its hostile behaviour, SCP-4162 is invariably talkative and friendly when engaged in conversation by any individual, including its current target. (See Interview Logs.) + Interview 4162-1 - Interview 4162-1 Interviewer: Dr. Spencer Interviewee: SCP-4162 Additional Notes: This interview and all subsequent ones were conducted via a flying drone equipped with audio transmitting and receiving equipment. The following interview took place while SCP-4162 was moving towards its current target at a speed of 0.1 km/h. <Begin Log> Dr. Spencer: Hello? SCP-4162: Huh? Oh! Hi there, little guy! Dr. Spencer: Hello. Are you receiving me alright? SCP-4162: I don't know what you mean. Dr. Spencer: Can you hear me? SCP-4162: Of course I can hear you, what a weird thing to say. What are you supposed to be, anyway? Like, a bird or something? Dr. Spencer: No, I'm communicating with you via this drone. It's like … a robot I'm using to talk to you. Do you know what a robot is? SCP-4162: Well, duh. Do I know what a robot is? You're pretty strange, you know. Dr. Spencer: Oh. Alright. (Pause.) Dr. Spencer: My name is Dr. Spencer. Is it alright if I ask you some questions? SCP-4162: Well, I've got nothing else to do. What do you wanna ask? Dr. Spencer: Could you tell me where you came from? SCP-4162: Oh, that's an easy one, I know this. There was a boat a little way back and I came from over there. Dr. Spencer: Um, no, I mean before that. SCP-4162: Before that I was over at this boat I'm heading to now. Are you okay? (Pause.) Dr. Spencer: I think I'm not getting myself across properly. Where did you originally come from? SCP-4162: I have to go now. Let's talk later, okay? Dr. Spencer: Wait - couldn't you just answer my question first? SCP-4162: Bye! (SCP-4162 refuses to respond further. Interview terminated.) <End Log> + Interview 4162-2 - Interview 4162-2 Interviewer: Dr. Spencer Interviewee: SCP-4162 Additional Notes: Interview was conducted as SCP-4162 was eliminating its current target, the immobilized D-92812. <Begin Log> SCP-4162: Hi! D-92812: What the fuck - what the, what the fuck is that?! No, no, no, no, no! Stay the hell away from - (SCP-4162 enters one meter range of D-92812. Three seconds later, his head violently explodes.) SCP-4162: Bye! (SCP-4162 begins moving towards its next target, D-91392, who is located at the other side of the containment zone. SCP-4162 begins humming as the drone approaches.) Dr. Spencer: Hello! Is it alright if I talk to you now? SCP-4162: (humming) (Pause.) Dr. Spencer: (volume increased) Hello? SCP-4162: (yelps) (Pause. Despite the exclamation of surprise, SCP-4162 makes no unusual movements.) Dr. Spencer: Ah, I apologize if I startled you. SCP-4162: Nah, that's fine. I was just coming up with a little tune. There's nothing like a good song! What did you want to talk about? Dr. Spencer: Why did you kill that man? SCP-4162: Yeah, I killed that guy. Dr. Spencer: Yes, but why? SCP-4162: Um … he's dead now. That's fine. I don't get what you're saying. (Pause.) Dr. Spencer: I am aware that you killed them. What I am asking you is your reasoning for doing so. SCP-4162: His head blew up. I'm gonna go now, I need to get to the next guy, okay? (SCP-4162 refuses to respond further. Interview terminated.) <End Log> + Interview 4162-3 - Interview 4162-3 Interviewer: Dr. Spencer Interviewee: SCP-4162 Additional Notes: Interview was conducted as SCP-4162 was approaching its current target, D-91392. <Begin Log> Dr. Spencer: Hello? Yes? I would really like to talk to you, if that's alright. SCP-4162: Hi, Mr. Spencer! What do you wanna talk about? I have a few minutes. Dr. Spencer: Do you intend to kill the man you're currently approaching? SCP-4162: Sure am! Dr. Spencer: Could you … well, could you not? (Pause.) SCP-4162: What do you mean by that? Dr. Spencer: Could you refrain from killing him? Is that something you're able to do? SCP-4162: You're not making any sense. Are you feeling okay? Dr. Spencer: (sighs) I'm not sure how many more ways I can phrase this. Could you refrain from killing your target? Can you not kill him? SCP-4162: I'm going to blow up his head, yeah? Dr. Spencer: No! (Pause.) Dr. Spencer: Okay, listen. You and I have built a rapport, yes? SCP-4162: Is that like a house or something? Dr. Spencer: No. It means we - (deep inhale) - it means that we have a good relationship. Would you … is that something you'd agree with? SCP-4162: Yeah, you're my little buddy! Dr. Spencer: Say that I was standing there right after you killed your target. What would you do? SCP-4162: I'd kill you. Dr. Spencer: But why?! Jesus, fuck! SCP-4162: You need to calm down, okay? I can't talk now, I have to kill this guy. Good to hear from you, though! (SCP-4162 begins final approach towards D-91392, who catches sight of it.) SCP-4162: Hi! D-91392: (laughs) Okay, what the hell is this supposed to be? There's, uh, there's a giant egg floating towards me - (SCP-4162 enters one meter range of D-91392. Three seconds later, his head violently explodes.) SCP-4162: Bye! (SCP-4162 begins moving towards D-39421, who is located at the other side of the containment zone. As SCP-4162 does not respond further when prompted, the interview is terminated. Dr. Spencer is admonished for unprofessional conduct during the interview.) <End Log> + Addendum 4162-1 (Advisory Note from Dr. Spencer) - Addendum 4162-1 (Advisory Note from Dr. Spencer) Fourteen subsequent interviews were conducted with SCP-4162, invariably providing no new information on its origins or intentions. As a result, I would recommend no future attempts be conducted due to the clear waste of resources. Please, please reassign me. I would really appreciate it. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4162" by Tanhony, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4162. 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-4163
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LiterallyMechanical The Tetris Prodigy, by LiterallyMechanical For the rest of my work, check out LiterallyMechanical's Author Page A few of my favorites: SCP-5236 — Ethics Committee Inquest SCP-4170 — The Dark SCP-4357 — Slimelord FEDERATION RECORDS DEPARTMENT NOTICE The following document is preserved for posterity due to its historical significance to the SCP Federation. The information herein is outdated and may be inaccurate. Level-2 Federation citizenship required for access. Item #: SCP-4163 Special Containment Procedures: Standard humanoid acquisition protocols for SCP-4163 have been suspended due the high risk of triggering an "Amber Alert" missing child bulletin, an event that could result in undue scrutiny and potential exposure of clandestine Foundation activities. As the anomalous nature of SCP-4163 has been deemed to pose little or no risk to the wellbeing of the Foundation or humanity at large, Audubon Protocol in situ human containment has been implemented. In accordance with Audubon Protocol, GPS trackers are to be covertly afixed to any and all vehicles owned or habitually operated by SCP-4163. The primary residence of SCP-4163, as well as those of known associates, is to be kept under internal and external 24-hour video surveillance. Bank account, credit card, cryptocurrency, and other financial apparatuses in use by SCP-4163 and the immediate family members of SCP-4163 are to be monitored for unusual activity. At the earliest available opportunity, a passive integrated transponder tag is to be covertly implanted in SCP-4163 under the guise of a standard medical procedure. All internet activity of SCP-4163 is to be recorded for analysis. Such activity includes, but is not limited to, live video streaming and commentary on the website Twitch.TV, updates and commentary on social media platforms, and weblog activity (see Addendum 4163-A for a comprehensive list of known internet presences). Should there be any indication that SCP-4163 has become aware of its own anomalous nature, Audubon Protocol is to be immediately suspended in favor of standard low-threat humanoid acquisition and on-site containment procedures. Description: SCP-4163 is an adolescent human female of hispanic ancestry, born in the year 2009. SCP-4163 is known to the public by the legal name "Mariana S███████," and currently maintains a primary residence with its biological parents. Save for its single anomalous property, SCP-4163 is physiologically and behaviorally human. Thorough reconnaissance and ongoing surveillance indicates that SCP-4163 is unaware of its own anomalous nature. SCP-4163's anomalous behavior is exhibited only when SCP-4163 achieves direct skin-contact with a Nintendo-brand video game system capable of running any variant of the game "Tetris." After contact, affected devices are permanently altered to allow any operator to play a "perfect game" of Tetris. Such games are characterized by a continuous streak of gameplay until the operator becomes too fatigued to continue, or the device ceases to function due to battery drain or mechanical malfunction. An operator's hand-eye reaction time during gameplay has been measured at speeds as fast as 17 milliseconds, corresponding to the single-frame refresh rate of many commercially available video game systems.1 Devices affected by SCP-4163 are categorized as sub-anomalies, and are to be acquired for containment as they are produced. To date, SCP-4163-1 through SCP-4163-42 have been obtained by the Foundation. Mass spectrometry of material samples, X-ray microtomography of assembled units, and direct observation of disassembled systems display no anomalous material properties. In all non-Tetris respects, SCP-4163 sub-anomalies display no unusual behavior. Until 2021, SCP-4163 operated a sparsely-subscribed public channel on the video game live-streaming website Twitch.TV, through which its anomalous nature became known to the Foundation. Independent of Foundation activity, this channel was terminated due to parental intervention. To date, SCP-4163 remains largely unknown to the general public. Currently viewing Revision 05/11/2022 No prior documentation available Level-2 Citizen Authorization: Accepted Proceed to Revision 03/22/2023 >>> Footnotes 1. Under ordinary circumstances, the fastest possible motor neuron travel time from brain to fingertips in a healthy human is roughly 200 milliseconds. 2. Two Nintendo Game Boy Color systems, one Nintendo DS system, and one Nintendo Wii system.
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SCP-4164
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LiterallyMechanical The Universal Instruction Manual, by LiterallyMechanical For the rest of my work, check out LiterallyMechanical's Author Page A few of my favorites: SCP-3163 — The Almanack SCP-4357 — Slimelord SCP-5236 — Ethics Committee Inquest Item #: SCP-4164 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4164 is to be held in a secure Site-19 containment locker. The full text of SCP-4164 is to be transcribed and photographed once daily. Should SCP-4164 come into contact with any mass-produced consumer device, a new transcription is to be taken and appended to the daily record. Outside of testing, SCP-4164 is to be kept out of physical contact with any and all mass-produced consumer products, including standard-issue laboratory gloves, save for the file folder in which it currently resides. Description: SCP-4164 is a printed document entitled "Jefferson G. Universal Instruction Manual," formatted onto a single sheet of A4-standard paper. Chemical analyses of samples taken from SCP-4164 show no indication of anomalous material properties. Photocopies, photographs, digital scans, or other reproductions of SCP-4164 display no anomalous behavior. While the title of SCP-4164 has remained consistent throughout all tests, the body text of the document dynamically updates when SCP-4164 is placed in direct physical contact with any commercially produced consumer device. Approximately thirty minutes after contact (32.5 minutes avg, 9.5 minutes stdv), the text of SCP-4164 reconfigures itself into a sheet of instructions for the device's use. These instructions invariably fail to follow the standard operating procedures intended by the device's manufacturer, but rather direct an operator to use the device in an unsafe manner. In every such case recorded, the outcome of following instructions provided by SCP-4164 would be the death of bystanders, the operator, or both in a ritualized murder or murder-suicide. In most iterations, SCP-4164 references a person or entity designated as "����," a string of four "unknown/unpresentable character" Unicode blocks. The identity, whereabouts, and metaphysical nature of "����" are as of yet unknown. No physical evidence for such an entity has ever been observed in testing of SCP-4164. References to the future "arrival," "oncoming," and "immanentization" of "����" in the text of SCP-4164 indicate that its future appearance on Earth is a potential goal of the person or persons responsible for the creation of SCP-4164. As the most recent iterations of SCP-4164 have provided little further information, it is unknown whether the arrival of "����" is imminent, the arrival of "����" has already come to pass, or if, in actuality, "����" is a fictional conceit of the "Jefferson G. Universal Instruction Manual." SCP-4164's exhortations to commit homicide and/or suicide are accompanied by a tally of "Remaining sacrifices before the night of ����." As this number has dramatically decremented over the course of SCP-4164's containment, and no such homicides or suicides are known to have been committed by Foundation personnel, it is speculated that there are multiple extant instances of SCP-4164 outside containment. Media Surveillance personnel continue to monitor global news sources for reports of unusual homicides or suicides committed with household consumer products. The language in the body text of SCP-4164 corresponds with the device's target retail market. While the text of SCP-4164 demonstrates fluency in American English, lexical analysis of most other observed languages reveals grammatical and syntactical errors consistent with commercially available machine translation software. The one exception thus far discovered is of products originating in Germany, wherein SCP-4164 displays orthographic idiosyncrasies consistent with a strong familiarity or fluency in Pennsylvania German, colloquially referred to as "Pennsylvania Dutch." Foundation investigative personnel have accordingly concentrated their efforts to Pennsylvania and adjacent states in an attempt to locate individuals operating under the name of "Jefferson G." To date, all evidence gathered of such an individual is circumstantial and unverified. SCP-4164 has been observed to provide sensitive information on Foundation security protocols to which testing personnel did not have access. Digital forensic analysis of Foundation computer networks indicates that an unknown agent or agents used a zero-day direct-access exploit to compromise a terminal in Site 19, █ day(s) before the breach became apparent. A keylogger placed on this machine captured passwords from █ Foundation personnel before it was discovered, including a senior member of Site 19 Facility Security. It is the conclusion of Information Security personnel that while very limited SCP Catalog data and no operational structure data of the Foundation were compromised, a significant number of Site 19 security protocols were within the scope of the attack. These protocols correspond to information presented in the text of SCP-4164. As of 7/27/2018, all testing of SCP-4164 requires Level 3 approval. Contact Section Manager Allan M█████ to request access. Following the death of Section Manager M█████ on 8/06/2018, locating any instances of SCP-4164 currently outside of containment has become a core priority mission for MTF █. As of 8/07/2018, SCP-4164 has become unresponsive to testing. Daily attempts to elicit a response are ongoing. ► SCP-4164 Experiment Logs ▼ SCP-4164 Experiment Logs Experiment Log 4164-12, 3/05/2018, Junior Researcher L██ presiding: Mechanical pencil Jefferson G. Universal Instruction Manual Instructions for the proper use of a mechanical pencil, in service to ����. A mechanical pencil is a suitable implement for making erasable marks on paper, and unlike a typical wooden pencil, it does not require periodic resharpening. Directions: (1) Align your pencil before the eye of a suitable sacrificial candidate, ensuring that the pencil is angled to reach the brain. (2) While singing the praises of ����, swiftly and authoritatively insert the pencil into the eye of your sacrifice. (3) Continue through the eye and into the brain with a single, smooth motion. Repeat as necessary until your sacrifice has perished. Remaining sacrifices before the night of ����: 813 Experiment Log 4164-40, 7/01/2018, Junior Researcher L██ presiding: Fish tank filter Jefferson G. Universal Instruction Manual Instructions for the proper use of a fish tank filter, in service to ����. A tank filter is a vital component for the health and wellbeing of your aquarium fish. This device is suitable for fresh water tanks of up to eighty gallons' capacity. Installation: (1) Fill tank with water. Do not attempt to activate the filter on a dry tank. (2) Rinse the sachet of activated carbon in a sink until the water runs clear, then place it in the filter basket. (3) If you filled your tank from a tap, be sure to treat the water for chlorine, lest your fish become ill. (4) Affix your filter firmly to the lip of the tank, ensuring that the mouth of the intake tube is submerged. (5) Plug in your filter. As the filter chamber fills with water, there will be a harsh buzzing noise that will, in due time, fade to a dull thrum. (6) Place a suitable candidate for sacrifice in or on the tank, ensuring that his face is submerged and he is unable to draw breath. (7) Sing the praises of ���� until all life has fled from your sacrifice. Addenda: (1) I am astounded at our rapid progress. Nearly one hundred sacrifices in just five days! The immanentization of ���� is nigh, indeed. (2) Replace your sachet of activated carbon once a month to ensure the health and wellbeing of your fish. Remaining sacrifices before the night of ����: 490 Experiment Log 4164-45, 7/27/2018, Junior Researcher L██ presiding: Pressure cooker Jefferson G. Universal Instruction Manual Instructions for the proper use of a pressure cooker, in service to ����. A pressure cooker provides a simple method for the quick preparation of meals that would, in other circumstances, require a lengthy period of simmering at low temperatures. Directions: (1) Mix up a bolus of nitrate explosives in the usual manner, to be triggered by a suitable timekeeping device. Ensure that your explosive will fit into the pot of your pressure cooker with room to spare. (2) Bright and early in the morning, place your explosive in the center of your pressure cooker's pot. Fill the remaining space with ball bearings, nails, or other small metallic morsels. (3) Set your detonator such that your explosive will go off shortly after lunch time. Ensure an air-tight seal when you close the lid (4) Proceed to the Site 19 cafeteria, wherein you should endeavor to squirrel away your device in the south-west corner, by the emergency exit. (5) Position yourself just outside the main doors to the cafeteria shortly before detonation, such that when your device explodes, you will be in position to machine-gun the survivors who flee in your direction. (6) Ensure that prior to turning your weapon upon yourself and ending your wicked life, you have sung the praises of ����. Addenda (1) I am so very proud of all of you on a very productive week! We have achieved a great deal of progress in a short time. ���� will be most pleased. Remaining sacrifices before the night of ����: 398 Experiment Log 4164-46, 7/28/2018, Section Manager M█████ presiding: Smartphone Jefferson G. Universal Instruction Manual Instructions for the proper use of an iPhone, in service to ����. An iPhone is a handy multi-purpose device, functioning as a telephone, text messaging system, photographic camera, internet browser, and much more besides. Operation (1) Activate the iPhone by pressing the "power" button, located on the right-hand side of the device. (2) Tap the Safari web browser icon (a stylized pictograph of a magnetic compass). (3) In the navigation bar at the top of the screen, type in the phrase "tinyurl.com/████████," and press the button labeled "Enter." Remaining sacrifices before the night of ����: 353 Note: The web address provided in the above test redirected to a Foundation-developed Berryman-Langford memetic visual kill agent, hosted on a popular image-sharing website. Fourteen casualties among the general population were confirmed before the image was taken down by Media Suppression personnel. Experiment Log 4164-47, 7/29/2018, Section Manager M█████ presiding: Electric kettle Jefferson G. Universal Instruction Manual Instructions for the proper use of an electric kettle, in service to ����. An electric kettle may be used to rapidly boil water for tea, cocoa, or other hot drinks. Blood should not be used directly in an electric kettle, as the heat will cause it to scald and coagulate. Operation (1) Plug the base station into a wall outlet. (2) Fill the kettle with good, clean water, no higher than the line marked "Maximum Fill." (3) Place the kettle on the base station and depress the power button. Within mere minutes, the water should achieve a vigorous boil. (4) Lift the kettle from the base station and, taking great care not to spill the extremely hot water, carry it out of the room. (5) Turn left at the door and continue down the hallway to the elevator, wherein you should enter Access Code ██████. (6) Upon arrival in Subbasement █, swiftly douse the security guard with the near-boiling water. Kill him posthaste, while he is incapacitated with pain. (7) You will find a keypad on the far side of the room. Enter manual override failsafe code ██████████████. (8) As the countdown to activation of the on-site thermonuclear failsafe reaches zero, sing the praises of ����. Remaining sacrifices before the night of ����: 329 Experiment Log 4164-48, 7/30/2018, Section Manager M█████ presiding: Pistol Jefferson G. Universal Instruction Manual Instructions for the proper use of a Glock 22 firearm, in service to ����. A Glock 22 is a fair enough weapon, though it lacks the elegant heft and classic construction of the venerable M1911. Despite its many shortcomings, it can be used to relatively good effect in the hands of a skilled operator. As the Glock 22 takes a fifteen round magazine, you could, in theory, dispatch upwards of a dozen targets before reloading. However, the notorious unreliability and poor accuracy of the Glock 22 make such a successful outcome unlikely. It behooves you to carry multiple loaded magazines with you as you operate the weapon, as you will most certainly find yourself in need of more ammunition before too long! Operation: (1) Shoot yourself in the head. Remaining sacrifices before the night of ����: 320 Experiment Log 4164-55, 8/06/2018, Senior Researcher Z███ presiding: Laptop computer Jefferson G. Universal Instruction Manual Instructions for the proper use of an Asus netbook, in service to ����. A netbook provides a lightweight, compact method of browsing the internet and performing simple computational tasks, such as word processing and the editing of spreadsheets. Operation: (1) Open the Internet Explorer web browser by clicking twice in rapid succession upon the blue "e" symbol. (2) Type the phrase "youtu.be/██████████" into the navigation bar, and press the "Enter" key. (3) As the scene unfolds before your eyes, sing the praises of ����. Remaining sacrifices before the night of ����: 303 Note: The web address provided in the above test linked to a Youtube live stream. A Class-D employee was immediately procured to observe the stream, and was monitored closely to ensure that no memetic kill agents or other infohazards were present in the video. The streamers concluded the broadcast of their own accord before Media Suppression personnel were able to intervene, and employee D-████ suffered no ill effects. The captured video has been deemed clear of hazardous material. The footage, and a textual summary thereof, is attached to this log. Personnel are advised that the footage depicts the death of Section Manager Allan M█████, and thus contains graphic content of a potentially disturbing nature. To date, all further tests of SCP-4164 have failed to elicit a response of any kind. The identities of the video streamers are as of yet unknown. Experiment 4164-55: Addendum 1 Note: The following is a time-stamped summary of Experiment Log 4164-55 Video 1, as recorded from a Youtube live stream. +0:00:00 — Handheld footage of a suburban street shot from the front passenger seat of a vehicle, moving at approximately 30 mph. +0:00:51 — The vehicle slows to approximately 5 mph. An adult human male engaged in gardening activities on the front lawn of a house comes into view. The individual has been identified as Site 19 Non-Hazardous Textual Anomalies Section Manager M█████, at that time on sick leave due to a case of strep throat. +0:00:58 — The vehicle comes to a stop. The sound of a rear window being lowered is audible. +0:01:01 — An unidentified male voice, presumed to be the occupant of the vehicle's rear passenger seat, can be heard repeatedly yelling Allan M█████'s full name. Section Manager M█████ ceases gardening and directs his attention towards the vehicle. +0:01:03 — Three seconds of sustained automatic weapons fire are audible. Muzzle flashes in the periphery of the video stream indicate that the gunshots originate from the rear passenger seat of the vehicle. At least twelve bullets are observed to impact the legs and torso of Section Manager M█████. +0:01:07 — The car accelerates abruptly. At least three male voices can be heard laughing and cheering from within the vehicle. +0:01:15 — An unidentified male voice, presumed to be the driver, speaks. Unidentified Male: That was fucking awesome! Dad, did you get all that? +0:01:19 — The stream ends. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4164" by LiterallyMechanical, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4164. 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-4165
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close Info X SCP-4165 — The Idea Has Legs Author: AlanDaris ~~ More Alan Stuff ~~ Item #: SCP-4165 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4165 is to be contained in a standard humanoid containment cell with a hermetic airlock door. The airlock is to be equipped with an air-conditioning system and four extraction vents with remote activation. All mechanical parts are to be inspected weekly. In the case of SCP-4165-1 manifesting, it is to be let into the airlock, after which either an air-conditioning system or extraction vents are to be used depending on which physical state SCP-4165-1 is in. SCP-4165 is to meet the Site's psychiatrist once in two weeks, and a report regarding its mental condition is to be compiled after each visit. Description: SCP-4165 is a 28-year-old white human male. SCP-4165 is remarkably underweight and experiences various minor health problems, specifically insomnia and persistent malaise. Psychological testing has shown that SCP-4165 possesses a primarily melancholic personality and suffers from generalized anxiety disorder as well as obsessive-compulsive personality disorder.1 SCP-4165-1 is a vaguely humanoid entity that is chasing SCP-4165. The entity is composed entirely of black ink and has shown the ability to change its shape, size, and physical state at will. SCP-4165-1 is affected by physical factors in a similar way to an ordinary ink, such as freezing if subjected to the temperature of less than -40 °С, but does not evaporate from contact with the air. SCP-4165 has stated that it has no knowledge regarding SCP-4165-1's nature or origin. SCP-4165-1 will typically manifest at a distance of approximately 50 m from SCP-4165 and start to move towards it avoiding any existing obstacles with the use of its polymorphic capabilities. Unprovoked, SCP-4165-1 shows no interest in any individuals other than SCP-4165 and tends to ignore them. If attacked or otherwise provoked, the entity may become aggressive and attempt to resist. The attempts typically include solidifying parts of SCP-4165-1's body to harm the individuals or pouring the ink into individuals' nasal and oral cavities. If immobilized or significantly harmed, SCP-4165-1 will de-manifest through unknown means. It will manifest again after a period from 7 to 10 days. Typically, the entity does not make attempts to communicate or respond to such attempts made by other individuals. The only exception of this behavior was recorded during the incident 4165-B. Addendum. 4165-B Incident Report The following incident took place at 5 PM, 20/10/2018, approximately four months after SCP-4165's initial containment. SCP-4165-1 manifested during a containment breach of SCP-████, a separate SCP object that negatively affected the functionality of various containment chambers within the Site, including SCP-4165's. Due to the airlock's malfunction and chaotic situation, SCP-4165-1 was able to freely enter SCP-4165's containment chamber. While the entity was approaching SCP-4165, the subject seemed distressed and was observed to rapidly move around the chamber, presumably trying to find a way to retreat. It then hid in the corner and covered its head. Upon SCP-4165-1 approaching the subject, a large, vertical cavity formed on the entity's head, and black ink started to flow out of it in large quantities. After approximately two minutes, a book and a pen started to slowly emerge from the cavity with visible difficulties. The entity then pulled the items from the cavity, opened the book in front of the subject and forcibly put the pen into its hand. SCP-4165 examined the book and experienced visible emotional distress before throwing it away along with the pen. SCP-4165-1 made several attempts to forcefully give the items to SCP-4165 while producing incoherent vocalizations and hitting the subject's face with one of its limbs. After several minutes, SCP-4165 became unresponsive. SCP-4165-1 then solidified its body parts and began to viciously attack SCP-4165. The entity continued to do so until the alerted security officers arrived to restore containment. Afterword: SCP-4165-1 was drawn out of the chamber and immobilized shortly after, which caused it to de-manifest as normal. SCP-4165 was severely injured and is currently recovering within its containment chamber under the surveillance of the Site's medical team. The only attempt to interview SCP-4165 regarding the incident resulted in it experiencing a panic attack, which made it impossible to acquire any information. Future interviews are postponed until SCP-4165's recovery. The items brought by SCP-4165-1 were retrieved shortly after the incident. They were identified as an ordinary black pen and a notebook signed by SCP-4165. Almost all pages of the notebook, including the cover, are completely covered by the ink, making the contents undecipherable. The only two inscriptions left visible are found on the first and third pages, reading "Ideas" and "Chapter 1" respectively. Footnotes 1. Believed to be partially caused by SCP-4165-1. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4165" by AlanDaris, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4165. 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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Depiction of an instance of SCP-4166-2, recovered from SCP-4166-1's notebook. Text appears to be Job 10:21-22. Item #: SCP-4166 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4166-1 is to be kept in a standard humanoid containment cell with the following modifications: Adjacent cell has been converted into a 24/7 manned monitor/guard station. Windows have been removed. Warning signs have been placed indicating that religious and/or masculine-presenting personnel are strictly forbidden in SCP-4166-1's containment chamber. Allowances of personal items are subject to the approval of Researcher █████ and Junior Psychologist ██████ ███. SCP-4166-1 has previously requested: Five meals daily (Denied 07-26-2008). Three meals daily (Granted 07-26-2008). A pistol (Denied 07-26-2008). A taser (Granted 07-27-2008). Cigarettes and marijuana cigarettes (Denied 07-30-2008). A butane lighter (Denied 07-30-2008, 08-02-2008). Various books, magazines, and video games (granted 07-31-2008, pending review and approval of contents). A copy of the Holy Bible (Douay-Rheims, Challoner Revision) (Granted 08-01-2008, Removed by request 08-02-2008, Granted again 08-04-2008.). SCP-4166-2 manifestations are to be terminated upon sight, followed by administration of Class-Aϛ amnestic/sedative to SCP-4166-1. SCP-4166-1 is to be provided 1 cc of human semen weekly, administered via capsule with food; SCP-4166-1 is allowed to deny administration once per month if refusal would not cause irrevocable harm. Arrangements have been made with a local sperm bank for these purposes. Psychological evaluations of SCP-4166-1 are to be undertaken once a week to monitor the efficacy of psychiatric treatment. Depiction of symptoms of SCP-4166-3 stage two, recovered from SCP-4166-1's notebook. Text appears to be St Matthew 6:9-12, better known as the Lord's prayer. Description: SCP-4166-1 is a female human class-C reality bender responsible for the creation of SCP-4166-2 and SCP-4166-3. It displays numerous psychological ailments, including aversion to men, fear of sleeping, PTSD, and suicidality. Medical analysis has discovered significant scarring on the palms, feet, and genital area. Additionally, SCP-4166-1 develops cachexia if not administered 1 cc of human semen weekly. Every seven days, or in times of increased distress, SCP-4166-1 manifests an instance of SCP-4166-2 (if one does not currently exist). SCP-4166-2 is a mute shadow-like humanoid figure with no defining visual features which otherwise exhibits typical human characteristics. Upon manifestation, SCP-4166-2 enters the room containing SCP-4166-1 through the primary method of entry, regardless of barriers. It then attempts to approach SCP-4166-1. If SCP-4166-1 retains the memory of containment of SCP-4166-2, SCP-4166-2 proceeds to take action to counteract previous methods of containment, up to and including manifesting with weaponry. Upon termination, SCP-4166-2 instances demanifest instantaneously. SCP-4166-3 is a three-phase mental illness affecting individuals who have observed an instance of SCP-4166-2, lasting for the duration of SCP-4166-2's manifestation. + Description of SCP-4166-3 stages - Description of SCP-4166-3 stages Depiction of symptoms of SCP-4166-3 stage three, recovered from SCP-4166-1's notebook. Text appears to be Psalms 138:1-5. Stage one of SCP-4166-3 typically lasts two months before progressing to stage two. Symptoms include: Increased irritability Discomfort with being alone Compulsion to lock doors Increased startle response Seeing things in the periphery of vision Stage two of SCP-4166-3 typically lasts one month before progressing to stage three. Accompanying those present during stage one, symptoms include: The conviction that one was being immolated during major life events, such as birthdays or weddings (does not abate when provided with evidence otherwise). Visual hallucinations of shadowy hands when viewing doorknobs, lasting approximately one second. Aversion to religious ceremonies and masculine-presenting persons. Sleep paralysis. Stage three of SCP-4166-3 lasts until the termination of SCP-4166-2. Accompanying those present during prior stages, symptoms include: Tactile hallucinations of hands grasping one's person, displaying no notable pattern. Visual hallucinations of SCP-4166-2 in empty doorways. Burning sensations throughout one's whole body. Conviction and fear of eternal suffering after death. + Addendum 4166-A: Circumstances of Retrieval - Addendum 4166-A: Circumstances of Retrieval SCP-4166-1 was raised in a Catholic orphanage twelve years prior to the hospitalization of Father █████ in an apparent case of spontaneous combustion. Six days afterwards, the first manifestation of SCP-4166-2 occurred on 07-24-2008. During this manifestation, a gunshot attracted the attention of the nuns. Upon entering the room, they found SCP-4166-1 alone, holding a pistol at the entrance to its room. Authorities were notified of the incident, leading to the retrieval of SCP-4166 + Addendum 4166-C: Log of Therapy Session 166-A - Addendum 4166-C: Log of Therapy Session 166-A Interviewer: Junior Psychologist ██████ ███ Foreword: Intake session done shortly after acquisition, on 07-26-2008. <Begin Log, 13:21> ███: Good afternoon, SCP-4166-1. SCP-4166-1: Uh. I… would prefer if you. Didn't call me that. Please. ███: Apologies. Do you have a preferred manner of address? SCP-4166-1: I'm… fuck. ███: Pardon? SCP-4166-1: No, I mean. I, well. I don't. Have anything I'd particularly like to be called. I guess uh… [SCP-4166-1 remains in silence for a few moments.] SCP-4166-1: Just. Call me uh, [SCP-4166-1] I guess? That's just my family name. Haven't picked out a new one yet. ███: Very well then. It is my pleasure to meet you, [SCP-4166-1]. [SCP-4166-1 remains silent for a full minute.] ███: [SCP-4166-1]? Are you okay? [SCP-4166-1 remains silent for ten minutes as Junior Psychologist ███ continues to take notes.] SCP-4166-1: Haha. Uh. I guess I can't not speak this time. ███: You're free to take your time. I'm here for as long as you need. SCP-4166-1: I… thanks. But I meant… I want to. I, uh. Intakes, right? You want to know what my deal is. You want to help. I want to help you help. So. Uh. Brace yourself? It's uh. You should. ███: Sure, [SCP-4166-1]. [Ten seconds elapse.] ███: Alright. I'm ready when you are. [Twenty seconds elapse.] ███: [SCP-4166-1]? SCP-4166-1: I was um. Er… like. you know? I. You know what I mean, I hope? ███: I'm… afraid not. SCP-4166-1: Uh. God, uh. I'm sorry. ███: It's alright. Take your time. SCP-4166-1: Yeah.. I know. I know. I just. God. It's hard to say. It's impossible to say. I hoped it would be obvious what my damage is, you know? I guess not though. You already know a lot of my personality from asking the nuns. ███: Yes, they told me a lot about you. How hard working you were, how devout. Albeit fearful without reason at times. They really did — SCP-4166-1: You, they didn't tell you about… About me? Shit, I mean, I, I was? I am? I am those things. Or was? I don't know anymore. God. Did they tell you anything about, about uh, that? ███: Could you clarify? SCP-4166-1: … No. ███: Alright. [SCP-4166-1 remains silent for a minute.] SCP-4166-1: … I'm sorry. I feel so useless. So fucking pathetic. Why? Why does it have to be so fucking hard to just fucking say what I mean? I wish I could just… say it, I wish I could face it. I just. I. Do… Do you have a pen? ███: Oh, uh. Let me check. Yeah, I do. But, I just want to tell you… it's fine. You're being extremely hard on yourself for not being able to talk about things which are hard to talk about. My entire job is to help people find the words to process what they've gone through, and then to help them figure out how to move on from it. You aren't useless or pathetic. So, here you go, here's a pen. Let's start from the beginning, if that's okay. [SCP-4166-1 takes out a notebook and stares at a blank page for a minute before starting to mark it.] Picture created by SCP-4166-1 during Therapy Session 166-A. SCP-4166-1: I… hated the church. I hated being there. I hated being there and feeling like I was sin. Like I was sin incarnate. They treated me like that, you know? I was five. They didn't know how to deal with me when I started being "symptomatic". [SCP-4166-1 grimaces.] They called it weakness of the flesh. When I'd cry, or say things I wasn't supposed to, or do, uh, things inappropriate for my age. I was hit. I was shunned. I was made to repent. [SCP-4166-1 pauses.] SCP-4166-1: I was worthless. I was a demon. And every Sunday, they made me sit in the pews and listen about how the demonic, the satanic was to be rejected, to be shunned, to be hated. So I started talking to the only one I felt I could. I started talking to the devil. [SCP-4166-1 begins to tear up.] SCP-4166-1: And eventually, after years and fucking years of being hit and being dirtied, I made a deal, you know? I made a deal to make it fucking stop. I made a deal to make him pay. To make him burn like I did, to feel like how he made me. But that was for a price, of course. I made the deal in exchange for having to seduce and sleep with a dude once a week. But I was, pardon my French, a fucking slut back then. Fucking horrible. Christ. Christ. So, so I didn't care. It was a fucking upside to me. God. God. Christ. Forgive me. [SCP-4166-1 clutches its temple with both hands, pressing into its eyes with its palms.] SCP-4166-1: For the first time in my fucking life I felt powerful. I felt in control. I got the power to kill him and I didn't even fucking do that right. I should've known demons don't die so easily. [SCP-4166-2 manifests.] SCP-4166-1: I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm sorry for— [SCP-4166-2 begins approaching SCP-4166-1. Emergency containment protocol ECP-166 initiated.] —losing it. I should've been better than that. I have to be. I'd like to, I'd like to stop for today. <End Log, 14:04>
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Surface detail of mature SCP-4167 specimen. Item #: SCP-4167 Special Containment Procedures: Living hosts of SCP-4167 are to be kept in a secure humanoid quarantine ward at Site 66. Social interaction between hosts is permitted, but physical contact should not be allowed - see Incident Report 4167-2. Hosts are likely to be compliant, but careful surveillance is required in case of attempted self-mutilation of the cranium. All equipment, personnel, and waste leaving the containment ward must be inspected and sanitised in accordance with Bio-Safety Level 4 standards. In case of host death, an attempt should be made to retrieve the specimen of SCP-4167 alive and intact. When surgery is successful, mature specimens are to be contained in standard aquatic specimen tanks. Tanks should be filled with cerebrospinal fluid, or synthetic substitute, and nutrient solution NS-4167 circulated regularly. A sample cluster of viable SCP-4167 eggs is to be kept in secure cold storage. All other eggs must be destroyed immediately upon discovery. Modern standards of sanitation have greatly decreased the prevalence of SCP-4167 infection, and the Foundation's ongoing efforts in this matter are critical. However, at the present time SCP-4167 must be considered uncontained. Effective immunisation methods are an urgent research priority. A feasibility study on the eradication of wildlife reservoirs is being conducted by Dr. Nazario. Description: SCP-4167 is Heterophyes neurensis, a species of parasitic flatworm. Specimens range in length from 1 mm to 20 cm, depending on maturity. SCP-4167 exhibits behaviour somewhat comparable to Cymothoa exigua1. Juvenile specimens of SCP-4167 may be found dormant in freshwater fish and birds, but human hosts are required for reproduction. Infected humans may experience a variety of neurological symptoms including dizziness, hallucinations, hemiparesis2, amnesia, aphasia3, and personality changes. Symptoms are usually mild, and seldom last more than a few days. Personality changes are the exception, with many hosts displaying two persistent effects: a significant reduction in self-reported stress and anxiety, and tendency towards reclusive behaviours. Researchers have noted that these traits reduce the likelihood of other symptoms resulting in medical attention. Serious complications are rare, and researchers estimate that only ██% of infections are discovered prior to the death of the host. Upon entering a human body, a juvenile specimen of SCP-4167 will migrate through blood vessels to the spinal cord. Once it has breached the central canal, it will swim upward to reach the subarachnoid space within the cranial cavity. The specimen will then clamp itself to the surface of the brain, before beginning to consume neural tissue. A complex network of nervous fibres develops on the specimen's lower surface, penetrating the brain. As tissue is removed from the brain, the specimen will grow to fill all available space. It typically takes 10-15 years for this stage of SCP-4167's life cycle to run its course. Despite severe trauma to brain tissues, hosts of SCP-4167 tend to manifest only mild neurological effects, generally maintaining most cognitive abilities. Post-mortem dissection reveals that, below a tough yet flexible outer skin, the majority of a specimen's body is composed of non-human neural tissue. Testing has confirmed the replication of some human brain structures within this tissue. The nervous fibres connecting specimen to host display a high level of synaptic activity. All evidence suggests that SCP-4167 contributes its own cognitive capacity in order to maintain normal functioning of the host. The level of consciousness attributable to SCP-4167 is a matter of some debate - see Interview Log 4167-1. Specimens of SCP-4167 display a reluctance to destroy the corpus callosum, the structure which connects the two halves of the brain. They are therefore considered to have reached full maturity once one entire hemisphere of the brain has been replaced. At this point their growth will cease, and production of eggs will begin. If unsupervised, the host of a fully mature parasite will attempt to create an opening in their skull, by any means available. Following this, they will seek out fresh water and immerse their head, whereupon clusters of SCP-4167 eggs will be released. This process is often fatal for both organisms. Sexual reproduction of SCP-4167 is as of yet unobserved. Interview Log 4167-1: Interviewed: Subject 4167-K. Male, 35 years old. SCP-4167 infection progress: 70%. Interviewer: Dr. Nazario. Foreword: Entry interview shortly following retrieval of subject. Subject spent the previous night in the ward, and remains in bed. Security Officer J. Ballard is supervising. <Begin Log> Dr. Nazario: Good morning, Mr. Yang. How are you finding our facilities? 4167-K: Fine, I suppose. It's not so bad, being away from… everyone out there, for a while. Dr. Nazario: I imagine you'd like me to explain why you were sent here. 4167-K: I guess so. [Dr. Nazario describes SCP-4167, and shows the subject where it can be seen on his scans. Subject momentarily displays signs of distress, and then is seen to relax. After a pause, he speaks.] 4167-K: So, it's real, then. I suppose I knew that. Dr. Nazario: You were aware of the worm? 4167-K: Not exactly. But… it knows it's there. It remembers, so I do too. It remembers for me. We remembered we weren't alone. Dr. Nazario: I see. I've heard similar things from other patients. Please, describe some of these memories for me. 4167-K: Ah. Hmm. I'm sorry, it's like trying to remember a dream. A good dream, though. Warm. Wet. Safe. Red… Hey, doctor, can I just ask, how long do you think I'll be in here for? The last hospital, they had some trouble talking to my insurance company, and - Dr. Nazario: That won't be a problem. 4167-K: Okay, it's just, this place looks expensive. Dr. Nazario: We provide our services free of charge. You'll be able to stay here, secure and protected, until we can get you fixed up. 4167-K: Fixed up? I'm sorry, you don't mean… [Subject's body language indicates high level of fear.] 4167-K: There's no way you can take it out of me. I, I need it now. I can't think without it, I can't be me without it. That just can't happen. [Subject makes a move as if to climb out of bed. Security Officer prepares to enter the room if necessary. ] Dr. Nazario: Hey, hey, easy. Nobody's suggesting that right now. We'll only do what's best. 4167-K: Not right now and not ever, got it? Dr. Nazario: I understand, sir. You seem very certain, and I hear you. I believe you. It's a bad idea. I have to say, though, you formed this opinion very quickly. Do you think… Did the creature maybe speak to you? 4167-K: I don't know. Maybe. It doesn't matter. Dr. Nazario: I wonder, perhaps, if I could speak with it. Directly. Can you help me? [Subject sits silently for some time, then slowly shakes their head.] 4167-K: No. No, that's not it at all. There's no just talking to it, or talking to me. There's only talking to us, and you've been doing that since you got here. <End Log> Incident Report 4167-2: 11/07/██: Subject 4167-C (Female, 27 years old. Infection progress: 100%) was apprehended following fatal assault on Subject 4167-F (Female, 53 years old. Infection progress: 100%). 4167-C forcibly destroyed 4167-F's skull via repeated bludgeoning against a door frame. Surveillance footage shows that 4167-F made no attempt to resist. 4167-C was observed attempting to bite and swallow human and non-human neural tissue before being restrained. When questioned, 4167-C said the following: 4167-C: Please, I'm sorry. It's just… I can't… I'm not finished, I'm not whole. We can't stand it. Helen and me, we agreed… her child would complete me. I need it. Please, let me make sure it's done. Scans have confirmed a secondary infection of Subject 4167-C. Footnotes 1. A parasitic isopod which consumes and replaces the tongue of a fish. 2. Weakness of one side of the body. 3. Difficulty in using or understanding language.
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4168-1 and SCP-4168-2 are to be kept in a humanoid containment cell modified for the cohabitation of two individuals in Site-17. SCP-4168 is to remain in the care of SCP-4168-1, except for testing purposes. SCP-4168-1 is not to be more than two meters away from SCP-4168-2 at all times excluding testing periods. SCP-4168-1 and SCP-4168-2 are to be sedated when the other is being interviewed for the duration of the interview period, but are to stay next to one another. Social media posts made by SCP-4168-1 have been hidden from public view and stored in Foundation Web Archives. Update as of 03/30/2019: Due to SCP-4168-2's uncooperative nature pertaining to containment protocols, SCP-4168-1 and SCP-4168-2 are to be handcuffed together except for testing periods. Update as of 04/03/2019: Due to SCP-4168-2's continued violent tendencies towards SCP-4168-1, it is to remain in a medically induced coma for the foreseeable future. SCP-4168-1 and SCP-4168-2 are still to remain handcuffed together at all times in the case that SCP-4168-1 shows refusal of following containment protocols. A picture of SCP-4168-1 and SCP-4168-2 retrieved from SCP-4168-1's instagram. Description: SCP-4168 is a ring with a heart-shaped opal stone. SCP-4168's anomalous properties currently only manifest when worn by SCP-4168-1. SCP-4168-1 is a 23-year-old woman named Marie Ang. SCP-4168-2 is a 24-year-old man named Simon Langson. SCP-4168-1 experiences decomposition of the body, starting with the heart if either SCP-4168-2 is not within two meters or if SCP-4168 is not worn. If SCP-4168-1 is wearing SCP-4168 but is not within two meters of SCP-4168-2, it will still experience decomposition and vice versa. During testing, SCP-4168-1 was separated from SCP-4168 and SCP-4168-2 for a period of five days (the longest such test conducted). At the end of this period, SCP-4168-1 had large abscesses covering approximately 70% of its skin. Additionally, its heart, ribcage, and other internal organs were partially exposed due to the advanced decomposition of surrounding tissue. SCP-4168-1 reported severe pain but was not otherwise impaired or in danger of death. Upon returning SCP-4168 and SCP-4168-2 to the presence of SCP-4168-1, these changes reverted sequentially in the reverse order that they appeared, and on a similar time frame. The injuries caused by SCP-4168 can only be viewed on film or video by SCP-4168-1. For others to witness SCP-4168's effects, said individuals must be in the physical presence of SCP-4168-1. Upon being questioned, SCP-4168-2 has refused to reveal any information about the origins of SCP-4168, only briefly making statements that led researchers to conclude that it was aware of SCP-4168's anomalous properties prior to gifting it to SCP-4168-1. This interview has been added to SCP-4168-Supplement. Addendum-1: SCP-4168-1 and SCP-4168-2 had a significant online presence prior to containment through a Youtube Channel called 'TheSweetCheeksDuo' which had a significant amount of posts pertaining to SCP-4168 and its effects. SCP-4168 came to the Foundation's attention when news reports of a popular YouTube personality being hospitalized for unexplained and sudden decomposition began to spread, along with hospital reports of an unusual medical condition. Upon investigation, Foundation researchers found several videos and social media posts made by SCP-4168-1 and SCP-4168-2 discussing SCP-4168, including deleted videos retrieved by digital trackers. Below is a series of transcripts of excerpts from YouTube videos relating to SCP-4168. Open Transcripts - Close Video Title: SWEETEST FIANCÉ EVER GETS FIANCÉE AMAZING GIFT 💕😍 Upload Date: 02/16/2019 Transcript from 2:03 to 5:38 SCP-4168-1: So ANYWAYS! As stated in one of our recent videos (SCP-4168-1 points to the top right corner of the screen where a video link to a separate video had been added in post) which you can check out here, Simon has been planning a BIG surprise for me to celebrate our recent engagement! SCP-4168-2:(Puts its arm around the shoulder of SCP-4168-1 and smiles.) That's right baby! SCP:4168-1: I tried to get him to give me a hint but because he's a big oaf he wouldn't tell me. But anyways, today he's going to give it to me RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU GUYS! (SCP-4168-1 holds its arms up in excitement.) SCP-4168-2: (SCP-4168-2 removes its arm from around SCP-4168-1, stepping away from it.) Okay so cover your eyes, Marie. SCP-4168-1: Ugh, really? (SCP-4168-1 playfully sticks out its tongue at SCP-4168-2 before doing what was requested.) SCP-4168-2: Okay so I know this might be a little weird since I just proposed last week but I just had to get you something extra cause you know, valentines day and all, even if it's a bit late. (Pulls out a small gift bag, presenting it in front of SCP-4168-1.) Open your eyes! SCP-4168-1: (SCP-4168-1 takes the bag from SCP-4168-1 before pulling a small box out of it, throws the bag to the side, then opens the box.) OH MY GOSH! SIMON! (SCP-4168-1 removes SCP-4168 from the box and slides it onto its right ring finger, then positions its hand in front of the camera to showcase SCP-4168.) Can you guys believe this? It's opal! That's my favorite stone! Wait, it is opal, right? SCP-4168-2: (Laughs) Yes silly billy of course it's opal. I hope you don't think it's strange that I got you a second ring. SCP-4168-1: (Lets out an excited cry.) Of course not! Now I have two rings that represent your love for me! It's like… double the love! SCP-4168-2: I'm glad you think that. Video Title: Wedding planning is SUCH a hassle…. 🙄💞 Upload Date: 02/20/2019 Transcript from 5:07 to 7:49 SCP-4168-1: Yes! I totally agree we should have Abatina flowers at our wedding! My sister said that's not a traditional wedding flower but— SCP-4168-2: (Interrupts SCP-4168-1.) That those flowers have always been my favorite and she wanted to have my favorite flower. SCP-4168-1: Exactly! That's what I told her! Anyways sorry for the late vid, but I'm gonna go out with my sister tomorrow to try and start planning the bachelorette party so I've been kinda busy planning a place to meet up at. But Simon assured me he'll take great care of the channel while I'm gone! I'll film videos on my phone to upload as vlogs later of course! I've also been feeling a bit weak when I'm on my own lately, but I'm sure it's just pre-wedding jitters! SCP-4168-2: That's what I keep telling this little worry wart! SCP-4168-2 playfully punches SCP-4168-1 in the shoulder. SCP-4168-1 grimaces and holds its shoulder with its hand, but quickly follows the actions with a laugh. SCP-4168-1: I told you to be gentle I've been feeling a little sore honey! (SCP-4168-1 smiles playfully.) SCP-4168-2: Well you know what that could mean… SCP-4168-1: SHHHH! That's for another- ow, video! Video Title: (PLEASE WATCH!!!) Update on our wedding! Upload Date: 02/26/2019 Transcript from 0:00 to 3:40 SCP-4168-1: (SCP-4168-1 is frowning, but smiles once it realizes the camera has begun recording.) Hey my little sweet cheeks! I know I said I wasn't going to post anything to the channel until I came back and I know I promised fun things, but something sorta strange has been happening. I know I was gonna save this for a video with Simon but like… we've known I was pregnant, even before he proposed to me. And at first, I thought that's what was going on. You guys may have even noticed some comments about that. SCP-4168-1 positions the camera to show a wider view of itself.) But I'm pretty sure abscesses and rotting skin is NOT a symptom of pregnancy. (SCP-4168-1 points to its left arm, gesturing to its arm claiming that it is injured, although no damage is visible in the recording.) I mean have any of you that have been pregnant or known someone that was experienced this? I messaged Simon and he said that maybe I just caught like flesh-eating bacteria or something, so I'm gonna go to the doctor and have that checked out. I just wanted to let you guys know I might be gone a little bit longer than originally planned! If you know anything about these symptoms please comment and let me know! Stay sweet! Video Title: am I going insane? Upload Date: 03/06/2019 Transcript from 0:00 to 4:04 SCP-4168-1: Okay very funny guys I get that normally we're not serious and stuff on this channel but I am not joking my skin is rotting. Look at this, I can literally see the bone! I'm in pain and it hurts and I don't know what is going on. (SCP-4168-1 shows its arm to the camera, but no injury is visible.) I'm not editing this out I'm not trying to be funny I want help. I'm in the hospital right now I can barely walk, I'm not even supposed to be recording. Simon said he's on his way but he doesn't seem concerned. He told me I'm just overreacting. I mean my ribs are starting to show I'm worried about my baby and the doctors have no idea what's happening. They said it's not a fungus. I know I've never talked about it cause you guys don't want to see us fight, but he always does this. He always tells me I'm overreacting. He said I just need to listen to him and things will look up. You know what else he said? He told me that he guarantees I'll start feeling better once he arrives. Does he not believe me either? I'm not going crazy I know I'm not- maybe I am. Maybe I am… maybe I am because… this didn't start to happen until I got that ring. I don't know why this is happening, but I think Simon does and he won't tell me- (The sound of a door opening can be heard.) Hospital Doctor: Ms. Ang, your fiancé is here. The recording device falls onto the bed, SCP-4168-1 can now only be partially seen from the chest down. It is dressed in a hospital gown, but no injuries appear to be present. SCP-4168-1: Oh thank god. SIMON! Video Title: Marie Hospital Update!! (please watch) Upload Date: 03/08/2019 Transcript from 0:00 to 1:41 SCP-4168-2: ( SCP-4168-2 waves to the camera with a wide grin.) Hey everyone! Sorry about those videos Marie uploaded, I know you all were probably very concerned. As soon as I got here she started feeling better. I'm pretty sure all the stress of planning the wedding has just gotten to her if you know what I mean. I really hate that she ruined the surprise though, she knew how much I wanted us to reveal it to you all together. (SCP-4168-2 laughs.) Because of my sweet angel's condition, we will both be taking a break from social media. When we're back, Marie will be in much better shape, I promise. See you all soon! Addendum-2: SCP-4168, SCP-4168-1, and SCP-4168-2 were brought into Foundation custody on 03/13/2019. After initial testing, SCP-4168-1 and SCP-4168-2 were interviewed separately on 03/25/2019. Open SCP-4168-2 Interview - Close Interviewed: SCP-4168-2 Interviewer: Doctor Candi Dots Foreword: SCP-4168-2 was questioned on its thoughts on containment and its anomaly. <Begin Log> Doctor Dots: Hello SCP-4168-2. How are you today? SCP-4168-2: Hm well let's see. I'm being kept in a prison with no basic human rights, you insist on torturing my fiancée because I guess you just want to see what happens, I'll never be able to update my fans or have my dream wedding oh! And the food sucks. Seriously who does the cooking at this place? Rats that scurry along the hallways or something? Doctor Dots: We're not here to discuss the food. We are not 'torturing' her, we're simply conducting tests to see the extent of the damage that occurs when she isn't with you and SCP-4168. SCP-4168-2: Last time she was gone for five days. You could have killed her! Doctor Dots: We concluded that she was not in danger of death despite her injuries, that is one of the things we wanted to see. We're simply studying this is all. SCP-4168-2: Yeah well if you do it again I'll break your fucking skull open. She needs me! You know how dangerous it is for her to be apart from me. Also, why can't she be awake for this? (SCP-4168-2 crosses its arms.) We're used to doing things together. You know we were the sweet cheeks duo you know. Doctor Dots: Well, because we wanted to talk with just you. We like to interview subjects separately if possible. SCP-4168-2: Good for you but I'm not particularly interested in talking with you. You know everything you need to know. And if you're gonna ask me about the ring again, quite frankly it's none of your business. Doctor Dots: Well considering this Foundation studies anomalies and this ring causes anomalous effects to occur, I think it's fair to say it is very much our business. But we're not gonna force you to tell us. SCP-4168-2: (Laughs.) Oh so you're saying your super-secret evil science Foundation doesn't have ways of making people talk? Oh wow, I'm so impressed. Doctor Dots: You're going off-topic, SCP-4168-2. I am trying to ask you about your thoughts on all this. You are angry about her being hurt when she's away from you, but from what we've concluded, this did not happen until you gave her the ring. Were you aware of its anomalous effects while purchasing it? SCP-4168-2: I told you I'm not telling you anything about it. I'm done here. <End Log> Closing Statement: SCP-4168-2 refused to continue speaking leading the interview to conclude. Open SCP-4168-1 Interview - Close Interviewed: SCP-4168-1 Interviewer: Doctor Candi Dots Foreword: SCP-4168-1 was questioned on its thoughts on containment and its anomaly. <Begin Log> Doctor Dots: Hello SCP-4168-1. How are you today? SCP:4168-1: (Is silent for five seconds before speaking). Not too great, a little er uh- a lot shaken up. Still in pain but I mean (SCP-4168-1 chuckles dryly) you knew that. Doctor Dots: I'm sorry for what you've had to experience SCP-4168-1. Our goal is not to harm or torture you, but to simply study your newfound condition. SCP:4168-1: I understand… I mean I actually would like to know more about this… by any chance um… did Simon tell you about where he got the ring? I'm sure he would have picked out a different one if he had known what was going to happen. Doctor Dots: Unfortunately, all our attempts to get him to open up about the origin of SCP-4168 have fallen short. We were hoping that you had some information regarding that. SCP:4168-1: (A look of confusion forms on SCP-4168-1's face before letting out an unsure laugh.) Wait, wait, wait. H-He refused to tell you?(SCP-4168-1 shakes its head). That's not right. I mean he said he didn't tell me because he said he didn't want to spoil the surprise or ruin the magic. But you're doctors, I don't understand why he wouldn't tell you what you need to know, especially if I wasn't awake to hear it… Doctor Dots: That is correct, he has given us no information on where he got it. Are you sure he didn't say anything to you about where he got it? Did the bag or box have a label? SCP:4168-1: (SCP-4168-1 body began to tremor. It then shakes its head.) No, no, NO. That's impossible I just don't understand why he wouldn't tell you. I-I mean the only reason he wouldn't tell you is if he had something to hide but that's ridiculous. I-I mean he sees what this is doing to me! (SCP-4168-1 gripped the sides of its head with its hands.) I-I mean he knows what this rot did to my baby! He wanted to be a dad he would at least consider that! SCP:4168-1: I mean I really must be going crazy to even consider the fact that he did this on purpose. Why would he put me in pain like this? He wouldn't do this to me you're just lying to me! Doctor Dots: It seems you are getting worked up. I'm going to call this to a close for today. SCP:4168-1: No you're not! (SCP-4168-1 stands up.) You're going to answer me, and you're going to do it now. There's something you're hiding from me about this and I want to know what it is! Doctor Dots: We've told you everything we know, SCP- SCP:4168-1: Marie. Doctor Dots: Okay, We've told you everything we know, Marie. We don't know much more than you do. That is why you're here, so we can learn more about it and maybe even try to help you. SCP:4168-1: Help me? You're not the one that can help me right now! (SCP-4168-1 turns to the bed SCP-4168-2 is residing on, grabbing both of its arms, beginning to shake its entire body.) Simon, Simon! Wake up! Yo-You, hear this crap? They're not telling me everything and they're trying to manipulate me! Doctor Dots: (Doctor Dots quickly restrains SCP-4168-1, pulling it away from SCP-4168-2, but still within two meters.) He can't hear you, Marie. But no, we are not lying to you. What would we gain from that in this situation? You came up with the conclusion that him not telling us means he did this to you on purpose on your own. I never said anything to suggest that. SCP:4168-1: B-But you had to… right? No… No, I would never come up with that on my own… that-that would be betraying him… to think. he would ever hurt me… he said he would never hurt me. A-And I believe him! (SCP-4168-1 begins to cry.) Or… at least I did… <End Log> Closing Statement: Once SCP-4168-1 finished speaking, it began to hyperventilate, passing out soon after. SCP-4168-1 was quickly attended to by an on-site nurse. Addendum-3: On 03/29/2019, SCP-4168-2 began distancing itself further than required for the decomposition effects to not occur. SCP-4168-2 was told to not distance itself further than required but refused to cooperate. Open 03/30/2019 Interview - Close Interviewed: SCP-4168-2 Interviewer: Doctor Candi Dots Foreword: On 03/30/2019, SCP-4168-2 was interviewed to discuss its recent change in behaviors. SCP-4168-1 and SCP-4168-2 had been handcuffed together to prevent SCP-4168-2 from separating itself from SCP-4168-1 during the interview. <Begin Log> Doctor Dots: Hello SCP-4168-2. We would like to discuss your recent behaviors regarding not following our instructions of staying within two meters of SCP-4168-1. SCP-4168-2: Yeah, I'm sure you do. Doctor Dots: Yes, that is why I am conducting this interview. We noticed that you did not do this when you first came to us. We are interested in your motives for the sudden change in attitude. SCP-4168-2: Simple lovers quarrel. Nothing more nothing less. Simple as that. Doctor Dots: It doesn't seem that simple. From what we observed previously, your goal is to protect SCP-4168-1. Or at least it was. You mentioned you got into a fight, what that your motivation for these changes in behavior? SCP-4168-2: (Laughs) Oh man, you really don't get it. You know for being a doctor at this big prestigious institution or whatever you call it, you're not that bright. I'm still protecting her. A fight wouldn't deter me from that. Doctor Dots: I don't follow. You're protecting her by allowing her to decompose? How is that protecting her? SCP-4168-2: (Throws its hands up in frustration with a laugh.) Am I seriously the only one that understands? I know what is best for Marie. Not her, not you, me. Ever since we met, I've been trying to convince her of that. Marie has always been a little sick in the head, ya know? She always wanted to be around me. She always got scared that I was going to leave her or some shit. One minute she loves me and the next I'm horrible. I mean you know how she was in her past relationships? Those guys couldn't stand her. Plus they were always disturbed by her self-harm habit too. You know it freaks a guy out that you threaten to hurt yourself if they leave you. But fortunately for her, I understood her. I want to be there for her. Since she was so afraid about separation, I made sure that we can never be apart. Doctor Dots: I don't understand how that has to do with you purposefully distancing yourself from her so she decomposes. You must understand that is painful for her. SCP-4168-2: Duh! You want to know what the fight was about? She said you told her that I wouldn't talk about where I got the ring. She said she was starting to think I knew what it would do to her. She accused me of trying to hurt her! I told her that I got this ring not just for her, but for us. I said I loved her so much that I was willing to do something that would inconvenience me just for her. You know what that ungrateful bitch said? She said 'this isn't what she meant.' She said being around me has caused more pain than when she's not around me. She said that I didn't love her. But I love her so much that I'm willing to distance myself from her so she understands that the true pain is being apart from me. Maybe then she'll finally appreciate everything I've given up for her. (SCP-4168-2 grabs the arm of the sedated SCP-4168-1, shaking its whole body.) SCP-4168-2: You hear that Marie? I love you! I love you more than anything, and I've gotten myself into this HELL just to prove it. (SCP-4168-2 stands up, grabbing the sedated SCP-4168-1.) Maybe if you appreciated me a little more, we wouldn't be in this mess! How long is it going to take for you to understand, huh? Do I have to allow you to decompose alive until you're not for you to get it? Doctor Dots with the help of an agent on standby quickly subdued and sedated SCP-4168-2. <End Log> Closing Statement: Due to SCP-4168-2's continued refusal to comply with containment protocols, it was decided that from 03/30/2019 onward, SCP-4168-1 and SCP-4168-2 are to be handcuffed together at all times. Update: See Containment Procedures update 04/03/2019. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4168" by DianaBerry, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4168. 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: heart ring 2.png Author: DianaBerry License: CC-BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Own work Derivative of: N/A Filename: couple.jpg Author: panajiotis License: CC0 Source Link: https://pixabay.com/photos/couple-field-lovers-romance-happy-1934204/ Derivative of: N/A
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Item #: SCP-4169 Threat Level: Green ● Special Containment Procedures: At this time, SCP-4169 is contained in Site-56, which is currently set up under the guise of a petroleum processing company. Access to SCP-4169 is restricted to level 2 personnel and higher. MTF Echo-5 ("Sting Operation") are assigned to Site-56 to aid with containment. Any instances attempting to escape SCP-4169 are to be moved back into it on discovery. SCP-4169 is fed a live cow every 14 days to ensure that SCP-4169's fauna does not die out. If any of the cameras placed within SCP-4169 receive damage, repair drones are to be dispatched as soon as possible to make the necessary repairs. Description: SCP-4169 is a chasm located in a remote area of Scotland, near █████. SCP-4169 is 257m in length with a maximum depth of 70 metres. The oxygen level inside and around SCP-4169 is at the same atmospheric level of 35% as in the Carboniferous era. It is unknown how SCP-4169 is capable of retaining the air pressure and oxygen level inside itself. SCP-4169 was brought to the Foundation's attention after a report about the carbon dating from the region around SCP-4169 was found to be inconsistent with other accounts. A facility was built above the entrance of SCP-4169 to prevent any civilians from entering and exploring SCP-4169. SCP-4169's interior is small and dimly lit. The flora inside SCP-4169 is minimal due to the lack of sunlight that can enter the chasm. Previously undiscovered species of arthropods live within SCP-4169, those species are designated SCP-4169-1 through SCP-4169-6. How the colonies managed to survive from the Carboniferous era to the present is unknown. Researchers have theorized that the colonies are capable of hibernating for years at a time; this hibernation was most likely utilitized to survive harsh conditions. It has been noticed that the instances cannot live outside of SCP-4169 [see Incident 4169-3 for details]. The most notable and common species includes: SCP-4169-1 SCP-4169-2 SCP-4169-3 SCP-4169-4 SCP-4169-5 SCP-4169-6 SCP-4169-1: An abnormally large species of Weta which resembles Deinacrida heteracantha that grows up to a meter long. Instances have been encountered in a variety of different colorations, most commonly: yellow, brown and black. SCP-4169-1 has been observed swarming prey in immense numbers. SCP-4169-1 SCP-4169-2: Arthropods resembling what appears to be Arthropleura armata. However, unlike Arthropleura armata which was thought to be herbivorous, SCP-4169-2 instances are carnivorous. It's theorised that the SCP-4169-2 evolved to counter the lack of flora and the harsh living condition inside SCP-4169. SCP-4169-2 SCP-4169-3: SCP-4169-3 are large predatory hexapods ranging from one to two meters in height which locate themselves at the boundaries of SCP-4169. Instances have a tendency to remain on the edges of SCP-4169 to catch and consume almost anything that approaches their pincers, using their natural black color to blend in within SCP-4169. The SCP-4169-3 instances are the most abundant species to emerge from SCP-4169. SCP-4169-4: SCP-4169-4 are an unidentified species of predatory platyhelminth, lacking eyes or a face of any sort. Instances generally measure 2 to 4 meters long. SCP-4169-4 often scavenge but are perfectly capable of hunting a variety of different sized animals. SCP-4169-4 surround their prey, grabbing on to limbs, eventually consuming the victim whole. Instances of SCP-4169-4 have a symbiotic relationship with SCP-4169-3, the colonies of which use the SCP-4169-4 as hosts for hatching eggs1. SCP-4169-5: SCP-4169-5 are dark-colored galeodid sun spiders measuring 15 to 20 centimeters in height. SCP-4169-5 possesses paralytic venom capable of causing significant pain to a human adult and paralysis to smaller animals. SCP-4169-5 SCP-4169-6: An insectoid resembling a cricket with mostly cylindrical, somewhat vertically flattened bodies, measuring 1.5 to 3 meters. Instances of SCP-4169-6 possess an exoskeleton made of tough chitin and two pincers that has been observed to be used while hunting. Their overall coloration resembles moss. Incident 4169-3: On 29-10-201█, 5 SCP-4169-3 instances managed to break containment and begun wandering Site-56. During the roughly 2 hours when the instances escaped, four were found dead by Echo-5. The unit noticed that the last instance had trouble walking and standing up; instance was sedated and brought back in SCP-4169. One instance was kept for autopsy; the others were incinerated. Autopsy revealed the four SCP-4169-3 instances died of asphyxiation. SCP-4169 Camera Feed - 06/07/20██ 08:22: A cow was thrown into SCP-4169, multiple instances became aware of the cow and moved toward its position. 08:30: SCP-4169-5 are first to reach the cow and first paralyzed the cow before tearing off pieces of flesh, they were joined soon after by instances of SCP-4169-3, -2 and -4 whom fought over one of the legs before beginning to feed on the cow. 08:46: After the first instances finished eating, the SCP-4169-1 colony approached the carcass and began eating what was left. 09:05: Only bits of what the instances couldn't eat and bones are left, the SCP-4169-6 colony didn't partake in the feeding. 12:50: Fight broke out between several instances over territory, fight ended when an unidentified claw reached out of a hole to grab an instance of SCP-4169-2. 14:27: Instances of SCP-4169-3 seen scaling the walls of SCP-4169 towards the surface, instances seen descending soon afterwards after being pushed back by agents. 17:51: Several SCP-4169-6 attacked one of the surveillance cameras, repair drone sent in to restore the camera. 18:23: Communication with the drone was lost. Addendum SCP-4169: 25 minutes after losing communication, the drone returned to the surface. It appeared to have been crushed despite the fact that none of the known instances are strong enough to cause such damage. An investigation to locate previously undiscovered instances may be warranted. Footnotes 1. Similar to Pompilidae pepsis (Tarantula Hawk).
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LiterallyMechanical The Dark, by LiterallyMechanical For the rest of my work, check out LiterallyMechanical's Author Page A few of my favorites: SCP-5236 — Ethics Committee Inquest SCP-3163 — The Almanack SCP-4357 — Slimelord A composite image of SCP-4170, circled in yellow, against background stars. Higgs Field density is depicted in green, νσ emissions are depicted in red, and visible light is depicted in grayscale. Item #: SCP-4170 Special Containment Procedures: Pending repairs to the Colorado High-Accuracy Neutrino Telescope (CHANT), the orbital position, Higgs Field density, and approximate νσ flux of SCP-4170 is to be monitored by the Large Dark Matter Array. At such time as the CHANT is returned to full functionality, translations of all νσ communications by SCP-4170 are to be recorded in both the SCP database and the Dark Body database, where SCP-4170 maintains a dual-entry as 2014DBI Miriam. Upon completion of repairs, the CHANT is not to be used for monitoring of SCP-4170 until sufficient shielding has been installed to protect the telescope from direct attack by focused neutrino streams. As this shielding technology currently does not exist, the Foundation is to increase funding and resource allocation to the Dark Matter Astronomy department by at least 25%. These funds are to be earmarked for fast-track research and development of defenses against neutrino weaponry. Description: SCP-4170 is a dark-body intelligence (DBI) in circumsolar orbit with a period of 34.7 years and a semi-major axis of 10.64 AU, slightly beyond the orbit of Saturn. Calculations of mass decay rate imply that SCP-4170 is a relatively newly-formed body, having coalesced between 20 and 25 thousand years ago. In all physical respects, SCP-4170 is unremarkable among the population of known non-anomalous DBIs, with a core Higgs density of approximately 350 GeV and a Hess radius of 12 kilometers. Psychological reports indicate a moderate degree of asocial behavior and emotional volatility. Dark matter is typically invisible and undetectable to ordinary baryonic matter (e.g. optical, x-ray, or radio telescopes) save through density measurements of the Higgs Field and detection of sterile neutrino (νσ) emissions. As these dark matter astronomy techniques are not presently accessible to researchers outside the Foundation, the existence of DBIs is unknown to the general public. Conversely, though DBIs are sensitive to the powerful gravitational pull of the sun and nearby planets, there is no known mechanism by which DBIs could be cognizant of the existence of humanity. Though the Foundation has collected ample communications data from thousands of DBIs, there is no evidence that DBIs other than SCP-4170 are aware of any of the other sapient species that currently inhabit the Solar System, including Homo sapiens. SCP-4170 was first detected in a 2014 sky survey by the Foundation's Large Dark Matter Array, and was at that time designated 2014 DBI62 by the Dark Matter Astronomy department. Detailed observation of its νσ communications with other DBIs confirmed that it was at least a class-III (pseudosapient) or class-IV (sapient) intelligence, prompting assignment of the randomly-generated common designation "2014DBI Miriam." Classification and renaming were delayed due to the perfunctory and terse nature of its social interactions with nearby class-III and class-IV DBIs, rendering sufficient data collection unusually challenging. Indirect evidence was collected from other DBIs to supplement the sparse dataset, an example of which is reproduced below: ► DBI Communication Log 2014.83 [excerpt] ▼ DBI Communication Log 2014.83 [excerpt] Note: For ease of reading, dialogue from SCP-4170 has been highlighted in red. 2016DBI Theodore: [Informal Greeting]. [Query: Self-assessment of your emotional status]? 2011DBI Ashley: [Informal Greeting]. [Response: Positive emotional status]. [Query: Self-assessment of your emotional status]? 2016DBI Theodore: [Response: Neutral emotional status]. 2011DBI Ashley: [Query: Request for elaboration]? 2016DBI Theodore: [Response: Decline to respond]. 2011DBI Ashley: [Strong query: Request for elaboration]? 2016DBI Theodore: [Response: No causal relationship between recent events and current emotional state]. 2011DBI Ashley: [Expression of disbelief]. 2016DBI Theodore: [No causal relationship between recent events and current emotional state]. Translator's note: Abrupt frequency downshift in 2016DBI Theodore's communication indicates a deliberate effort to convey a negative emotional status, contradicting its earlier response. In previous conversations, 2016DBI Theodore has employed this technique to deliberately elicit feelings of concern and sympathy from 2011DBI Ashley, a frequent conversational partner and confidant. 2011DBI Ashley: [Term of endearment]. [Query: You have recently communicated with 2014DBI Miriam]? 2016DBI Theodore: [Response: Affirmative]. 2011DBI Ashley: [Term of endearment]. [Expression of commiseration]. 2014DBI Miriam: [Informal Greeting]. 2011DBI Ashley: [Formal Greeting]. 2016DBI Theodore: [Formal Greeting]. Translator's note: Significantly delayed response indicates substantial reluctance to communicate 2014DBI Miriam: [Query: Self-assessment of your emotional status]? 2016DBI Theodore: [Response: Fine]. 2011DBI Ashley: [Response: Fine]. 2014DBI Miriam: [Assertion: I am experiencing a negative emotional status]. 2011DBI Ashley: [Noncommittal reply]. 2016DBI Theodore: [Noncommittal reply]. With the sole known exception of SCP-4170, DBIs are not considered to be anomalous. While the Foundation's discovery of extraterrestrial dark intelligence within our solar system was of great interest to researchers, current theories developed by the Foundation fully account for the evolution of sapient beings composed of dark matter. The primordial development, pseudo-neurology, language, and culture of DBIs are well-attested, and their existence is entirely compatible with our present-day understanding of the laws of nature. To date, SCP-4170 is the only DBI to be afforded an entry in the SCP database. Potential evidence of the anomalous nature of SCP-4170 first came to light in a conversation between SCP-4170 (2014DBI Miriam) and 2016DBI Theodore. ► DBI Communication Log 2015.12 [excerpt] ▼ DBI Communication Log 2015.12 [excerpt] 2014DBI Miriam: [Informal Greeting] 2016DBI Theodore: [Formal Greeting] 2014DBI Miriam: [Assertion: I have a new friend] 2016DBI Theodore: [Noncommittal reply] 2014DBI Miriam: [Assertion: My new friend is a planet] 2016DBI Theodore: [Noncommittal reply] 2014DBI Miriam: [Assertion: My new friend is Planet Three] Translator's note: Earth. 2016DBI Theodore: [Noncommittal reply] 2014DBI Miriam: [Assertion: You cannot be friends with Planet Three] 2016DBI Theodore: [Noncommittal reply] 2014DBI Miriam: [Assertion: Planet Three only talks to me] 2016DBI Theodore: [Noncommittal reply] Following this record, the Colorado High Accuracy Neutrino Telescope was tasked with 24-hour monitoring of 2014DBI Miriam in an effort to determine whether the DBI was in communication with a human or humans. The following excerpts are a small selection of what appear to be one-sided conversations between SCP-4170 and a party on or near Earth1. As no νσ emissions have been detected emanating from Earth, the ability of SCP-4170 to communicate by some unknown means outside of the νσ spectrum has been deemed anomalous. ► DBI Communication Log 2015.23 [excerpt] ▼ DBI Communication Log 2015.23 [excerpt] 2014DBI Miriam: [Informal Greeting]. 2014DBI Miriam: [Query: Who are you]? 2014DBI Miriam: [Response: I do not understand]. [Repeat Query: Who are you]? 2014DBI Miriam: [Query: Clarify — are you Planet Three?]. 2014DBI Miriam: [Expression of amazement/surprise]. [Query: Clarify — are there many of you in Planet Three]? 2014DBI Miriam: [Query: Are you all friends in Planet Three]? 2014DBI Miriam: [Expression of amazement/surprise]. [Assertion: I am your friend]. 2014DBI Miriam: [Expression of positive emotional status]. ► DBI Communication Log 2015.29 [excerpt] ▼ DBI Communication Log 2015.29 [excerpt] 2014DBI Miriam: [Informal Greeting]. 2014DBI Miriam: [Query: Self assessment of your emotional status]? 2014DBI Miriam: [Query: Why are you experiencing a negative emotional status]? 2014DBI Miriam: [Assertion: I do not understand]. [Query: What is <untranslatable phrase>]? 2014DBI Miriam: [Assertion: I do not have <untranslatable phrase>]. [Assertion: I created myself]. 2014DBI Miriam: [Response: No, I am not lonely]. 2014DBI Miriam: [Response: Expression of thankfulness]. 2014DBI Miriam: [Expression of positive emotional status]. Translator's note: Judging from context, the repeated untranslatable phrase is speculated to be "parent(s)." Further logs will reflect this translation, should additional evidence arise. ► DBI Communication Log 2016.11 [excerpt] ▼ DBI Communication Log 2016.11 [excerpt] 2014DBI Miriam: [Informal Greeting]. 2014DBI Miriam: [Assertion: I am near Planet Six]. Translator's note: Saturn. [Query: Can you observe Planet Six at this time with your telescope]? Translator's note: I wasn't sure before, but at this point, I'm positive that this phrase means "telescope." I am impressed that this person managed to explain to a DBI what "light" was. 2014DBI Miriam: [Assertion: I wish to experience Planet Six as you do]. [Query: Can you describe Planet Six to me]. 2014DBI Miriam: [Expression of amazement/awe]. 2014DBI Miriam: [Assertion: When I am near Planet Six, I experience density fluctuations in the Higgs Field. The fluctuation pattern is aesthetically pleasing]. 2014DBI Miriam: [Expression of positive emotional status]. ► DBI Communication Log 2017.87 [excerpt] ▼ DBI Communication Log 2017.87 [excerpt] 2014DBI Miriam: [Informal Greeting]. 2014DBI Miriam: [Query: Your hemisphere of Planet Three is nearing its maximum axial tilt towards the Sun. In past years, this indicated that your group educational program would cease for roughly one-quarter of a Planet Three-year. Is this once again the case]? 2014DBI Miriam: [Query: Does this mean that you will be be active at night with your telescope again]? 2014DBI Miriam: [Expression of positive emotional status]. ► DBI Communication Log 2018.23 [excerpt] ▼ DBI Communication Log 2018.23 [excerpt] 2014DBI Miriam: [Informal Greeting]. 2014DBI Miriam: [Query: Are you still experiencing a negative emotional status]? 2014DBI Miriam: [Expression of commiseration]. [Assertion: I wish your parents were better friends]. 2014DBI Miriam: [Expression of thankfulness]. [Assertion: I was untruthful when we first met. I told you I was not lonely, and that was a lie]. [Assertion: I had never had a friend until I met you]. [Assertion: Even though your parents are unkind, they somehow managed to create the kindest person in the Solar System]. 2014DBI Miriam: [Expression of positive emotional status]. ► DBI Communication Log 2020.36 [excerpt] ▼ DBI Communication Log 2020.36 [excerpt] 2014DBI Miriam: [Informal Greeting]. 2014DBI Miriam: [Assertion: I think I am seeing something different on Planet Three. A very small dot. I will proceed to examine it closer]. The previous communications log is the last recorded transmission collected by the Colorado High Accuracy Neutrino Telescope. Twelve seconds after receiving this message, a tightly-focused νσ beam struck the main collector plate, overwhelming the detection system and permanently disabling the telescope. As the CHANT was the only device of its kind ever constructed, and as said construction came at considerable expense to the Foundation, all DBI communications collection has been halted indefinitely. Repairs are scheduled to take place within the next five to ten years. Footnotes 1. The lag between transmissions has been uniformly consistent with a speed-of-light delay between the then-current locations of SCP-4170 and Earth.
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Item #: SCP-4171 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4171 is to be kept in its cell on Site 19, monitored by two guards and surveillance cameras designed to alert the HMCL supervisor if SCP-4171-1 lands with the obverse side facing up. Containment measures discovered alongside SCP-4171 are to be maintained until deemed unnecessary. Description: SCP-4171 comprises two entities, designated SCP-4171-1 and SCP-4171-2. SCP-4171-1 is a silver coin. The obverse side (“heads”) features the face of an unidentified man; the reverse side (“tails”) features the logo of the Foundation. When tossed, SCP-4171-1 consistently lands tails,1 though its mass is evenly distributed between the two faces. SCP-4171-2 is a human female of unknown age and race. Its anomalous nature manifests in three characteristics: SCP-4171-2 does not require sustenance. SCP-4171-2 does not blink. SCP-4171-2 consistently flips tails on any coin2, including SCP-4171-1. The technique in which SCP-4171-2 tosses a coin sends it back to its thumb, allowing it to flip continuously. SCP-4171-2 has been observed to flip coins in this manner without ceasing or slowing down. SCP-4171 was discovered in the aftermath of [REDACTED]. The breach ended (after █ minutes and ████ casualties) when SCP-████ was destroyed by containment measures built into an unmarked cell. While moving to confirm that SCP-████ had been subdued, MTF Epsilon-11 (“Nine-Tailed Fox”) found SCP-4171-2 flipping SCP-4171-1 in this cell – a sealed chamber reinforced with steel, incorporating six active Scranton Reality Anchors. No records or special containment procedures for SCP-4171 existed prior to this discovery. SCP-4171-2 has generally complied with procedure. While retrieving SCP-4171-1 for experimentation, Dr. Aurelio Testa observed SCP-4171-2 catch and invert it onto the back of its hand before offering it to him. As he retrieved the item, Dr. Testa also heard SCP-4171-2 utter the words you’re welcome, marking the first time SCP-4171-2 had spoken and the only time SCP-4171-2 has spoken outside of its interview with him. Addendum 4171-1: Interview Log Interviewed: SCP-4171-2 Interviewer: Dr. Aurelio Testa Foreword: Dr. Testa was instructed to return SCP-4171-1 to SCP-4171-2 after experimentation (refer to Experiment Log 4171-1). <Begin Log> [Dr. Testa enters the cell with SCP-4171-1, stopping to regard SCP-4171-2. SCP-4171-2 appeared to follow his entrance with its eyes] SCP-4171-2: You flipped heads. Dr. Testa: Are you surprised? [SCP-4171-2 does not respond. Dr. Testa offers SCP-4171-1] Dr. Testa: Will you talk if I give this back? [SCP-4171-2 does not respond. Dr. Testa sits down, setting SCP-4171-1 on the table with the obverse face up. Dr. Testa studies SCP-4171-2] Dr. Testa: Normally, with subjects as yourself, I’d offer my name and a vague description of the organization I work for. Small gestures to… welcome what might otherwise be normal people to this place. As far as I know, you’re just a girl who doesn’t eat and doesn’t blink, who can’t flip heads on a coin. Not the strangest thing I’ve seen – not even close. And I like to play good cop with things that don’t scare me. Normally, I’d be the one explaining why you’re here. You’d be the one asking me why you’re here. Normally. But that is not the case. We found you in this cell, with no documentation and no signs of a containment breach. So I’m not here to give you that answer, because I don’t have it. [SCP-4171-2 initially remains silent. As Dr. Testa waits for a response, SCP-4171-2 places its left hand over SCP-4171-1] SCP-4171-2: Did you want to flip heads? Dr. Testa: Did we want to flip heads? …No. Do you want us to? [SCP-4171-2 breaks eye contact to stare at its left hand] SCP-4171-2: I… do not want. Dr. Testa: You don’t want, huh? Then would it be safe to say you are not here by choice? SCP-4171-2: ‘Choice’ is a simple word. Dr. Testa: Then give me a better one. [SCP-4171-2 slides SCP-4171-1 toward itself, continuing to stare at the table. SCP-4171-2 flips SCP-4171-1. It lands tails] SCP-4171-2: ‘Fate.’ Dr. Testa: …Please clarify. [SCP-4171-2 flips SCP-4171-1 again. It lands tails] SCP-4171-2: I came to see the face on this coin. Dr. Testa: You’ve never seen the face on that coin? [SCP-4171-2 flips SCP-4171-1 again. It lands tails] SCP-4171-2: No. Dr. Testa: Then you wouldn’t know who’s on it? SCP-4171-2: I do. [Dr. Testa waits for SCP-4171-2 to expand on this answer] Dr. Testa: …I don't suppose you'll tell me? [SCP-4171-2 continues to flip SCP-4171-1] Dr. Testa: Okay. Another question, then. You’re saying you came here to see the face. Which implies that you haven’t flipped heads before. [SCP-4171-2 stops flipping SCP-4171-1 to reestablish eye contact with Dr. Testa] Dr. Testa: You, um, expect it to land heads here, though. Why do you think that? SCP-4171-2: Because your foundation trusts in inevitability. Dr. Testa: We don’t believe in self-fulfilling prophecies. SCP-4171-2: Do you believe that? Dr. Testa: Do I believe that we don't believe in self-fulfilling prophecies? [Dr. Testa contemplates this question] Dr. Testa: I'm not inclined to answer that. [SCP-4171-2 closes its fist around SCP-4171-1] SCP-4171-2: Who do you answer to? Dr. Testa: Excuse me? [SCP-4171-2 does not repeat the question] Dr. Testa: I’m… not letting you in on the workings of our organization. And as a reminder, I will be the one asking questions. [SCP-4171-2 flips SCP-4171-1 once. It lands tails. SCP-4171-2 checks this result before reestablishing eye contact with Dr. Testa] SCP-4171-2: Fair. [Dr. Testa nods, before preparing the next question] Dr. Testa: Right. So… you claim to have never seen the obverse side. What would happen if I flipped heads? SCP-4171-2: You, and you alone, would have flipped heads. Dr. Testa: So nothing would happen? [SCP-4171-2 remains silent. Dr. Testa extends his hand, as a request to take SCP-4171-1. SCP-4171-2 gives it to him] Dr. Testa: [gesturing to flip] Do I have to ask? [SCP-4171-2 nods, as if to grant permission. Dr. Testa flips SCP-4171-1, landing tails] Dr. Testa: …Always lands tails, you said. [SCP-4171-2 does not respond] Dr. Testa: Have you flipped heads before? SCP-4171-2: No. [Dr. Testa contemplates this answer, studying SCP-4171-1] Dr. Testa: …It’s landed on the rim. SCP-4171-2: ██ times. Dr. Testa: You’ve counted. [SCP-4171-2 remains silent] Dr. Testa: So I can’t flip heads. [Dr. Testa looks at the obverse side of SCP-4171-1] Dr. Testa: But I can obviously turn it over. What would happen if I showed you the face on this coin? [SCP-4171-2 visibly clenches its jaw and fists. On-site security is called to take up positions around the containment cell] Dr. Testa: That would… Displease you. I know that look. [clasping hands around SCP-4171-1] You can tell me if I’m wrong, but… I get the sense you can’t stop me from doing that. This is a game to you. I’d spoil it by showing you. SCP-4171-2: …Imagine if you were the last line of defense, holding that coin like a bargaining chip. [Dr. Testa is alerted to security outside the cell] Dr. Testa: …No other lines of defense? SCP-4171-2: None. [Dr. Testa receives orders to return SCP-4171-1. Dr. Testa lays it down with reverse side up and slides it toward SCP-4171-2] Dr. Testa: Well, I’m not here to ruin anyone’s fun. [SCP-4171-2 maintains silence for ██ seconds before unclenching its jaw and fists and shifting its gaze to SCP-4171-1] SCP-4171-2: Then call it. Dr. Testa: You want me to toss it again? SCP-4171-2: Yes. Dr. Testa: What happens if I do? SCP-4171-2: What do you think will happen? [Dr. Testa is permitted to answer the question] Dr. Testa: Nothing on tails, based on my last toss. It’s heads I’m worried about. SCP-4171-2: How likely do you think that is? Dr. Testa: I can’t divulge what we know or… [SCP-4171-2 looks back up at Dr. Testa] SCP-4171-2: You. Not the data. [Dr. Testa is permitted to answer the question] Dr. Testa: I’m not… well-versed in probability. Or mintage. But… [lifting SCP-4171-1 slightly] It does feel balanced. Which would mean equal chance of heads or tails. So if your word and my senses are to be believed, it’s… up in the air. SCP-4171-2: Call it. Dr. Testa: …Tails. [Dr. Testa tosses SCP-4171-1. It lands tails. Dr. Testa takes a deep breath] Dr. Testa: Do you know the chances on this thing? SCP-4171-2: It’s a fair coin. Dr. Testa: I don’t have to be a mathematician to doubt that. [SCP-4171-2 slowly retrieves and begins flipping SCP-4171-1] Dr. Testa: You haven’t been explicit in how a fair coin could consistently land tails. Or… what that means to you. [SCP-4171-2 closes its fist around SCP-4171-1] SCP-4171-2: What it means to… me. [Dr. Testa nods] SCP-4171-2: …Breathe. [Dr. Testa instinctively holds breath. Atmosphere in cell is surveyed. When no toxins are detected, Dr. Testa breathes] SCP-4171-2: Again. [Dr. Testa breathes more naturally] SCP-4171-2: Again. Dr. Testa: You’re telling me to do something my body instinctively does. What do you think you're doing? SCP-4171-2: Calling it. Dr. Testa: …I don’t follow. SCP-4171-2: Because you don’t know how many times this coin has been tossed. [Dr. Testa does not respond] SCP-4171-2: ████████ times. Over ███ years. By ██ different individuals. Dr. Testa: ██, including you and I? [SCP-4171-2 does not respond] Dr. Testa: Who were these individuals? SCP-4171-2: Those who survived. And those who asked questions. Dr. Testa: Not mutually exclusive, I hope? [SCP-4171-2 does not respond] Dr. Testa: I assume by “those who asked questions,” you refer to people who questioned you in this manner? SCP-4171-2: In the same lab coat, for the same reason, under the same foundation. Dr. Testa: You’re saying that researchers working for my… organization have interviewed you before? [SCP-4171-2 does not respond] Dr. Testa: We have no records of any prior interview. [SCP-4171-2 faces camera. This is the first time SCP-4171-2 has acknowledged surveillance in its cell] Dr. Testa: Please direct your attention toward me. [SCP-4171-2 reestablishes eye contact with Dr. Testa] Dr. Testa: Let me ask you another question. You said there were… survivors? [SCP-4171-2 starts to flip SCP-4171-1 again] Dr. Testa: What did they survive? SCP-4171-2: The odds. [It is observed that SCP-4171-2 matches the inhalations of Dr. Testa with tosses of SCP-4171-1. Dr. Testa is informed, who contemplates this discovery] Dr. Testa: I think I understand now. [SCP-4171-2 stops flipping SCP-4171-1] Dr. Testa: These… odds are stacked against us. You look at us the way we look at that coin. SCP-4171-2: This is not the universe where you win. [SCP-4171-2 sets SCP-4171-1 down on its edge, with the obverse side facing Dr. Testa] Dr. Testa: Do we lose when you see its face? [SCP-4171-2 spins SCP-4171-1. Both Dr. Testa and SCP-4171-2 watch it, though the latter closes its eyes when SCP-4171-1 begins to wobble. It lands tails] Dr. Testa: …It's… just a coin that can't flip heads. [Dr. Testa looks at SCP-4171-2. It does not open its eyes. Dr. Testa sighs] Dr. Testa: I’m concluding this interview for the time being. We will continue this at some point in the future. [Dr. Testa stands up] Dr. Testa: Please let the guards know if there is anything you need. [Dr. Testa begins walking toward the exit] SCP-4171-2: I… [Dr. Testa stops and faces SCP-4171-2] SCP-4171-2: Want you… [SCP-4171-2 slides SCP-4171-1 forward, and looks up at Dr. Testa] SCP-4171-2: To toss this coin. One more time. Dr. Testa: …For the end of the world. [SCP-4171-2 does not respond] [Dr. Testa returns to the table. He flips SCP-4171-1 onto the table. It lands tails] Dr. Testa: Guess I won't be seeing it anytime soon. [Dr. Testa exits the cell] <End Log> Closing Statement: SCP-4171-2 appeared to track Dr. Aurelio Testa with its eyes following the interview. This lasted until Dr. Testa was killed in a car accident3 twenty-seven hours later, at which point SCP-4171-2 resumed flipping SCP-4171-1. Subsequent attempts to communicate with SCP-4171-2 were met with unresponsiveness. SCP-4171-2 has not ceased to flip SCP-4171-1. As of 01/01/2023, all recorded tosses have been tails. Footnotes 1. The exception occurs when SCP-4171-1 is launched into a trajectory calculated to result in heads, a method which removes the intuitive concept of probability from the toss. Refer to Experiment Log 4171-1. 2. Or any such object with obverse and reverse sides, with the latter established and possible. 3. Per protocol, the death was investigated for foul play or anomalous causes. No such factors were uncovered. The timing was deemed coincidental. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4171" by Ensophos, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4171. 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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LiterallyMechanical The Artist, by LiterallyMechanical For the rest of my work, check out LiterallyMechanical's Author Page A few of my favorites: SCP-5236 — Ethics Committee Inquest SCP-3163 — The Almanack SCP-4170 — The Dark Item #: SCP-4172 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4172 is to be secured in a standard minimal-threat humanoid containment cell, and is to be provided with the standard nourishment and amenities befitting an adult human. "Got Your Back" anti-psionic protocols are in effect for Foundation researchers and security officers tasked with in-person interaction with SCP-4172. All security personnel assigned to SCP-4172 must place in the 95th percentile or higher on the Heller-Oteski Innate Psionic Resistance scale. Any researchers with access to SCP-4172 who score below the 95th percentile on the IPR scale must be accompanied by 2 or more qualified Security personnel during testing and experimentation, and shall undergo monthly psychological screening to detect potential psionic manipulation. A sedative (250 mg of Quetiapine) is to be administered orally on a nightly basis. The bodily remains of SCP-4172 require no extraordinary containment procedures, and have been preserved in accordance with standard deceased human-anomaly storage protocols. Description: SCP-4172 was an adult human male, 32 years of age at time of death. As a Class-I reality bender, SCP-4172 was capable of performing strictly limited, persistent transmutations of small amounts of matter via skin contact. This anomalous trait allowed SCP-4172 to transform liquid water into India ink at a rate of 10 to 15 milliliters per minute, a technique allegedly employed by SCP-4172 in its occupation as an artist. In most other respects, SCP-4172 was physiologically indistinguishable from a non-anomalous human, though medical records indicated a history of mood disorders and intermittent substance abuse throughout much of its adolescence and adult life. There is conflicting evidence as to what, if any, telepathic abilities were possessed by SCP-4172. Social acquaintances of the anomaly effusively lauded the exceptional skills of SCP-4172 as an artist in visual media, with many highlighting its "innovative" and "groundbreaking" ink-on-paper art. However, few professed to be "close" friends, and no interviewed subjects displayed any signs of psionic interference or manipulation. Furthermore, SCP-4172 was characterized by several as a "quiet" or "laid-back" man, contravening the megalomaniacal, narcissistic demeanor exhibited by most psionic humanoid anomalies and casting doubt upon its designation as a compulsion-capable telepath. However, SCP-4172 was able to quickly and totally suborn the loyalty of at least one Foundation Agent, allowing it to operate undetected by the Foundation at-large for a period of at least six months. It is hypothesized by some researchers that SCP-4172 exercised an unusual degree of self-control for a telepathic anomaly, voluntarily limiting its influence to a single, tactically crucial individual rather than exhibiting typical cult- or harem-building behavior. GYB anti-psionic protocols were maintained as a precautionary measure for the duration of its containment. SCP-4172 first came to the attention of the Foundation during a routine internal security audit of MTF Zeta-Zeta ("Stardusters"), the Task Force assigned to on-the-ground surveillance of anomalous individuals within guerrilla performance-art groups, subversive theatrical troupes, underground art studios, and other insular creative spaces resistant to infiltration. During the audit, the Internal Affairs department discovered unexplained financial and communications discrepancies in the personal accounts of MTF Zeta-Zeta-F, re-designated as PoI 4172-1. Further investigation uncovered evidence that PoI 4172-1 was sheltering an anomalous individual, now known as SCP-4172, in his own personal residence in Brooklyn, New York. PoI 4172-1 was immediately disavowed by the Foundation. Anti-psionic personnel of MTF Psi-6 ("Psly Dogs") were sent in for retrieval, due to concerns that PoI 4172-1 had fallen under the telepathic influence of a then-untested anomaly. PoI 4172-1 was killed in the ensuing confrontation, and SCP-4172 was successfully retrieved. An audio transcript of the retrieval is available under Audio Log 4172-A [Acquisition], below. Audio Log 4172-A [Acquisition] Background audio: Sound of door-breaching charge. MTF Psi-6E: On the ground! Both of you! Now! PoI 4172-1: Don't shoot! MTF Psi-6E: On the ground! PoI 4172-1: Run! [Unintelligible]. Go! SCP-4172: Honey? Who- PoI 4172-1: Go- Background audio: Sound of 3 gunshots. Video recording confirms that PoI 4172-1 had drawn a weapon, prompting MTF Psi-6E to open fire. SCP-4172: [Screaming] MTF Psi-6E: Do not move! On the ground, right now! SCP-4172 complies. There are no further coherent vocalizations as SCP-4172 is taken into Foundation custody. SCP-4172 self-terminated after 32 days in containment. Autopsy results list the cause of death as massive cerebral hemorrhage and multiple organ failure, induced by the transmutation of roughly 50 ml of blood into India ink within the circulatory system of SCP-4172. Please input Level-2 credentials to access Figure 4172-1. Level-2 access granted. Figure 4172-1: An article of bedding retrieved from the containment cell of SCP-4172, shortly postmortem.
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LiterallyMechanical The Artist, by LiterallyMechanical For the rest of my work, check out LiterallyMechanical's Author Page A few of my favorites: SCP-5236 — Ethics Committee Inquest SCP-3163 — The Almanack SCP-4170 — The Dark Item #: SCP-4172 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4172 is to be secured in a standard minimal-threat humanoid containment cell, and is to be provided with the standard nourishment and amenities befitting an adult human. "Got Your Back" anti-psionic protocols are in effect for Foundation researchers and security officers tasked with in-person interaction with SCP-4172. All security personnel assigned to SCP-4172 must place in the 95th percentile or higher on the Heller-Oteski Innate Psionic Resistance scale. Any researchers with access to SCP-4172 who score below the 95th percentile on the IPR scale must be accompanied by 2 or more qualified Security personnel during testing and experimentation, and shall undergo monthly psychological screening to detect potential psionic manipulation. A sedative (250 mg of Quetiapine) is to be administered orally on a nightly basis. The bodily remains of SCP-4172 require no extraordinary containment procedures, and have been preserved in accordance with standard deceased human-anomaly storage protocols. Description: SCP-4172 was an adult human male, 32 years of age at time of death. As a Class-I reality bender, SCP-4172 was capable of performing strictly limited, persistent transmutations of small amounts of matter via skin contact. This anomalous trait allowed SCP-4172 to transform liquid water into India ink at a rate of 10 to 15 milliliters per minute, a technique allegedly employed by SCP-4172 in its occupation as an artist. In most other respects, SCP-4172 was physiologically indistinguishable from a non-anomalous human, though medical records indicated a history of mood disorders and intermittent substance abuse throughout much of its adolescence and adult life. There is conflicting evidence as to what, if any, telepathic abilities were possessed by SCP-4172. Social acquaintances of the anomaly effusively lauded the exceptional skills of SCP-4172 as an artist in visual media, with many highlighting its "innovative" and "groundbreaking" ink-on-paper art. However, few professed to be "close" friends, and no interviewed subjects displayed any signs of psionic interference or manipulation. Furthermore, SCP-4172 was characterized by several as a "quiet" or "laid-back" man, contravening the megalomaniacal, narcissistic demeanor exhibited by most psionic humanoid anomalies and casting doubt upon its designation as a compulsion-capable telepath. However, SCP-4172 was able to quickly and totally suborn the loyalty of at least one Foundation Agent, allowing it to operate undetected by the Foundation at-large for a period of at least six months. It is hypothesized by some researchers that SCP-4172 exercised an unusual degree of self-control for a telepathic anomaly, voluntarily limiting its influence to a single, tactically crucial individual rather than exhibiting typical cult- or harem-building behavior. GYB anti-psionic protocols were maintained as a precautionary measure for the duration of its containment. SCP-4172 first came to the attention of the Foundation during a routine internal security audit of MTF Zeta-Zeta ("Stardusters"), the Task Force assigned to on-the-ground surveillance of anomalous individuals within guerrilla performance-art groups, subversive theatrical troupes, underground art studios, and other insular creative spaces resistant to infiltration. During the audit, the Internal Affairs department discovered unexplained financial and communications discrepancies in the personal accounts of MTF Zeta-Zeta-F, re-designated as PoI 4172-1. Further investigation uncovered evidence that PoI 4172-1 was sheltering an anomalous individual, now known as SCP-4172, in his own personal residence in Brooklyn, New York. PoI 4172-1 was immediately disavowed by the Foundation. Anti-psionic personnel of MTF Psi-6 ("Psly Dogs") were sent in for retrieval, due to concerns that PoI 4172-1 had fallen under the telepathic influence of a then-untested anomaly. PoI 4172-1 was killed in the ensuing confrontation, and SCP-4172 was successfully retrieved. An audio transcript of the retrieval is available under Audio Log 4172-A [Acquisition], below. Audio Log 4172-A [Acquisition] Background audio: Sound of door-breaching charge. MTF Psi-6E: On the ground! Both of you! Now! PoI 4172-1: Don't shoot! MTF Psi-6E: On the ground! PoI 4172-1: Run! [Unintelligible]. Go! SCP-4172: Honey? Who- PoI 4172-1: Go- Background audio: Sound of 3 gunshots. Video recording confirms that PoI 4172-1 had drawn a weapon, prompting MTF Psi-6E to open fire. SCP-4172: [Screaming] MTF Psi-6E: Do not move! On the ground, right now! SCP-4172 complies. There are no further coherent vocalizations as SCP-4172 is taken into Foundation custody. SCP-4172 self-terminated after 32 days in containment. Autopsy results list the cause of death as massive cerebral hemorrhage and multiple organ failure, induced by the transmutation of roughly 50 ml of blood into India ink within the circulatory system of SCP-4172. Please input Level-2 credentials to access Figure 4172-1. Level-2 access granted. Figure 4172-1: An article of bedding retrieved from the containment cell of SCP-4172, shortly postmortem.
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SCP-4173 - The House on Hadley Hill ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} BY ORDER OF THE OVERSEER COUNCIL The following file describes a hostile anomalous entity, and is Level 2/4173 classified. Unauthorized access is forbidden. 4173 Item#: 4173 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: caution link to memo SCP-4173. Special Containment Procedures: Access to the structure containing SCP-4173 is forbidden. Personnel may only interact with SCP-4173 with permission from the current Site-94 research head. Individuals affected by SCP-4173 are to be remanded to the Site-94 infirmary for analysis. SCP-4173. Description: SCP-4173 is a small access door in the cellar beneath an abandoned house near Mt. Zion, Georgia, USA. The abandoned house is colloquially known as the "House on Hadley Hill", named after the ridge on which the house is located, Hadley Ridge. Access to the house was limited significantly after heavy rains in 1993 washed away the road leading to the structure, forcing individuals to climb the steep incline of the ridge behind the house ("Hadley's Hill") if they wanted to access the home. If SCP-4173 is left open for a period of time1, persons nearby will hear a voice coming from within the wall past the door. This voice will inquire who the individual is and why they took so long to come, and will then ask to see the subject's hand, as the voice has trouble seeing. If the subject puts their hand through the door they will invariably experience a sharp jerking motion and, upon removal of their arm, will find their hand severed at the wrist, as if by a sharp metal instrument. Afterwards the voice will thank the subject, and assure them not to worry about their severed hand, and that it will be replaced. Sometime later as the subject is sleeping a decaying, elderly hand will appear somewhere on or in the subject's body. This hand will share no genetic similarities with the subject. The hand's proximity to the severed wrist appears to be directly related to how polite the subject was when interacting with the voice within SCP-4173. Subjects who experience this phenomenon often report feelings of uncertainty and paranoia when observing the hand. While the hand is fully functional regardless of where it appears on the body, it will continue to decay2 until it passes through putrescence and becomes bone. The hand will continue to function, though affected subjects report having no feeling in the hand past this point, except for an occasional warm, wet, lingering sensation. Subjects who refuse to put their hands into SCP-4173 after engaging with the voice will be violently pulled through SCP-4173 if they attempt to leave. How this happens is unknown, but is invariably fatal. Subject are pulled by the point on their body closest to the door, and forced through despite the obvious disparity in size between the door and their body. In most cases this results in an immediate shattering, splitting, and spilling of the body as it is pulled through. After all interactions with SCP-4173, the door will close on its own afterwards. Addendum 4173.1: Local Folklore Concerning SCP-4173 According to local legend, the house was previously occupied by an unnamed elderly woman. The legend states that when the road was washed out in the early 90s, the woman was no longer able to get into town for food and had no family to check on her. In her desperation and starvation, she consumed her own limbs to survive. Having consumed her own hands, she was unable to free herself from the cellar after accidentally falling in while searching for insects or vermin to eat, and died there. Locals who have encountered the house have described hearing rubbing against the walls, and the woman's voice speaking to them from beneath the ground. Appropriately, the urban legend surrounding the anomaly is referred to as "Old Hadley". Addendum 4173.2 Testing Log Note: The following test was conducted using D-94-322 with the permission of Dr. Tanner Barnes, Site-94. D-94-322: It's dark as shit down here - what am I supposed to be seeing? Dr. Andrews: Walk towards the east wall. The ceiling is low over there, so watch your head. You'll see it when you get there. D-94-322: East? Dr. Andrews: Turn left. D-94-322: Oh, alright. (Pauses) Man, this place is spooky as shit, you know that? Dr. Andrews: I promise, there's nothing in that room right now that can hurt you. D-94-322: Right now? Dr. Andrews: Just keep walking. Once you're done down there, we'll pull you out. D-94-322: Alright. (Pause) Ah, fuck. Dr. Andrews: Watch your head. D-94-322: I know, I know, shit. Just on edge, is all. (Silence) D-94-322: Alright, here's the wall. What am I supposed to be seeing here? Dr. Andrews: There's a little door, maybe five feet to your left. You see it? D-94-322: Hang on… (pauses) Yeah, I see it. It's closed. Dr. Andrews: Open it. D-94-322: What's in there? Dr. Andrews: Nothing, just open it. D-94-322: That's bullshit, we both know it. (Sighs) Alright, hang on. (Sound of the door being opened.) D-94-322: Alright, it's open. Now what? Dr. Andrews: Do you see anything in there? D-94-322: Uh- (pauses) -no. It's just dark. Some cobwebs. Dirt. (Pauses) Why is this little door here? Is this some pet door or something? You'd have to be… I dunno, pretty small to get in here. Dr. Andrews: Agreed. Just hang tight, and let me know when you hear anything. We won't keep you there long. D-94-322: Alright. 34 minutes pass. Extraneous dialogue removed. D-94-322: Whoa, shit! Dr. Andrews: What happened? D-94-322: Something just fucking moved past the door. Holy shit. I definitely saw that. Holy shit. What was that shit? Dr. Andrews: The entity in the wall is why you're down there, we- D-94-322: The fuck, you said there wasn't anything down here. Dr. Andrews: Nothing down there that can hurt you, yes. If you follow my instructions, you'll be fine. Can you hear anything? D-94-322: I don't- hang on. (Pauses) Hello? There's someone talking. Who's there? Unidentified Voice: Oh thank goodness. I wasn't sure you'd be able to find me. What took you so long? D-94-322: I don't, I- Dr. Andrews: Tell it that the road is out, and you had to find another way up. D-94-322: Uh, the road is out, I had to find another way up. Unidentified Voice: Oh yes, the rain washed it out. I was worried I wouldn't ever get to see another person again, being stuck up here. (Pauses) Can you see me? D-94-322: I- uh, no, Dr. Andrews, who is that in the- Unidentified Voice: Come over here a little closer, I can't see you properly either. Dr. Andrews: It's fine, you can get closer. Just don't touch the door. Sound of shuffling. D-94-322: Hello? Unidentified Voice: Oh, there you are. (Pauses) I'm sorry, I can't see like I used to. It's so dark in here, and it's been so long. Reach out here and let me feel your hand, so I can tell you're really there. D-94-322: What? No, what the fuck? Hell no. I'm not putting my hand in there. Unidentified Voice: Come now, don't be rude. I just want to feel that you're there. It's been so long. Just a touch. D-94-322: Get fucked bitch, I'm not getting my hands anywhere near this spooky-ass hole in the wall. Dr. Andrews: Alright, look, you're going to have to. We haven't been able to recover anyone who refuses to do this - I can't guarantee your safety unless you put your hand in the wall. D-94-322: What the fuck? Are you kidding me? Let me guess - I don't put my shit in there and I end up dead? Dr. Andrews: We're not certain. You will need to put your hand in the wall, though, if you want to get out of there. D-94-322: This is bullshit. (Pauses) God dammit, this is bullshit. (Pauses) Alright. Shuffling sound. D-94-322: Alright, I've got my hand in there. Now what? Unidentified Voice: Oh, I can see you now. You're right there. Thank you for coming. It has been so long since someone came, and with a gift as well? Sweetling, you're so kind. So kind to me. D-94-322: Gift? What? Unidentified Voice: It's so dark and lonesome, and I've just been so hungry for such a long time. Thank you sweetling. I'll take it from you - your gift. You're such a rude little shit, you don't deserve it. You've had it for too long, and you don't deserve it. It's mine now. Mine for my belly. Thank you. D-94-322: Wha- Sound of D-94-322 being pulled against the wall followed by a thick, wet, ripping sound. D-94-322: Oh god, oh god, oh fuck, oh- (passes out) Unidentified Voice: Don't worry, you ungrateful whore child. Don't worry. I'll fill you up too. You can have mine. I'll give it to you. Sweet boy. Good boy. Fill you up. Sound of door closing. Shortly after the end of this exchange, an extraction team entered the cellar and removed D-94-322, who had passed out from shock. D-94-322 was moved to the Site-94 infirmary and stabilized. After two days in observation at Site-94, D-94-322 was observed to have a large, pustulous growth emerging from the right side of his head. Upon realizing this, the subject panicked, and the growth on his head began to put excessive pressure on his brain. The subject was rushed into the site trauma care center, but died en route. During the autopsy, it was discovered that the growth on the subject's head was in fact a decaying, elderly hand that had appeared between the subject's brain and skull, breaking the skull and putting considerable pressure on the brain. The hand continued to clutch and claw at the brain for several hours after death. Footnotes 1. Typically between 20 minutes to one hour. 2. This process can be slowed somewhat by keeping the hand submerged in embalming fluid. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4173" by djkaktus, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4173. 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: header.png Author: djkaktus License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki Filename: hole.png Author: djkaktus License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki
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ADULT CONTENT This article contains adult content that may not be suitable for all readers. Graphic depiction of blood, gore or mutilation of body parts Features sexual themes or language, but does not depict sexual acts. Explicit depiction of sexual acts. Features non-consensual sexual acts. Depiction of severe mistreatment of children Depiction of self-harm Depiction of suicide Depiction of torture Depiction of pregnancy as body horror. If you are above the age of 18+ and wish to read such content, then you may click Continue to view said content. Continue Back to Front Page ⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ The following page contains references to extreme gore, sexual violence, and grotesque imagery. Read at your own discretion. close Info X SCP-4174: Mother of Many ⚠️ Content warning: This article contains references to extreme gore, sexual violence, and grotesque imagery. Ideas Thread: https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/forum/t-12841011/mother-of-many Draft Thread: https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/forum/t-12848601/mother-of-many 81.92% (+77) 18.08% (-17) -% (+0) -% (-0) Replaces "ITEM#:" text SCP-4174 LEVEL2 RESTRICTED THREAT CLASS: green DISRUPTION CLASS: vlam RISK CLASS: notice link to memo Item#: {$item-number} Level2 Containment Class: {$container-class} Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: {$disruption-class} Risk Class: {$risk-class} link to memo Assigned Site Site-17 Site Director Sophia Light Research Head Edward Gauss Assigned Task Force Gamma-12 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4174 is to be held in a containment cell capable of housing 10 humanoids. Because of SCP-4174's self-sustaining capabilities, regular interaction is not required. If the number of SCP-4174-1 instances exceeds 10, the third oldest instance is to be terminated. The oldest and second oldest instances are to be kept alive for potential future experimentation concerning the effects of aging. At least one member of Level 3 Security staff must be present during any and all experimentation on SCP-4174 in order to prevent disruption by instances of SCP-4174-1. Description: SCP-4174 is the corpse of an obese 89 year old woman perpetually in livor mortis.1 SCP-4174 will spontaneously generate a fertilized egg in its womb, which will go through a normal birth cycle, from gestation to birth, within a forty week period. Immediately after giving birth, SCP-4174 will produce another fertilized egg,2 which will develop and be born in forty weeks, repeating the cycle. SCP-4174-1 are the entities born from SCP-4174; as of February 10th, 2019, there are currently four instances of SCP-4174-1. SCP-4174-1 are humanoids which constantly excrete light amounts of blood and pus similar to that found on newborn infants. SCP-4174-1 remain connected to SCP-4174 through their umbilical cord. If this umbilical cord is severed, SCP-4174-1 will enter a highly panicked state in which they will run to SCP-4174 and start crying profusely, often shaking SCP-4174 or screaming incoherently at it, before expiring due to the onset of stress-induced cardiac arrest. SCP-4174-1 instances maintain an intelligence level comparable to that of a three year old child, and will often react to staff by crying,3 screaming, and attempting to flee. In situations in which SCP-4174-1 flee, they will attempt to carry SCP-4174 and bring it with them. Even when working together, they typically lack the strength to carry SCP-4174. The current oldest SCP-4174-1 instance is believed to be roughly 20 years old. 14 loose umbilical cords appear to have been severed prior to containment4 with an additional three severed during experimentation. Along with continuing to produce SCP-4174-1 instances, the breasts of SCP-4174 will lactate profuse amounts of human breast milk, which the instances will drink as their only required form of sustenance. Each instance of SCP-4174-1 has been seen drinking roughly four liters of breast milk from SCP-4174 a day. Discovery: SCP-4174 was discovered on January 17th, 2019, in Baltimore, Maryland, USA, after several reports of "unsettling moaning" coming from a home in the Brooklyn Homes district, originating from [REDACTED], home to the Totenmich family. Upon police investigation, SCP-4174 was discovered in the basement. Foundation Intelligence Agents embedded in Baltimore Police reported this to the Foundation and all police officers were amnesticized. The family was not amnesticized until after initial interviews. SCP-4174 has been confirmed to be Audrey Totenmich, who was the oldest member of the family living in the household. Addendum #1: Interview Log 4174/LeonardTotenmich-01: The following interview was conducted by Junior Researcher Luna Weiss with Leonard Totenmich, the eldest son of Audrey Totenmich, as part of routine background information investigation. Luna: Alright, let's start at the beginning: how long have you known of Audrey Totenmich in her current form? Leonard: Uh, well, it was pretty sudden, way back in, 2001 I think? Early 2001. I just want to double check, I'm not gonna be arrested for this? Luna: Not if you cooperate. Do you know of the possible circumstances leading up to her assuming this form? Leonard: Well, it just sort of… happened. One day she got pregnant out of nowhere, everyone was bickering over how she could be pregnant since, well, she's 89, but also who the father was. When the time came around she gave birth, the docs cut the cord, and it cried so much… I don't think I'll ever get those cries out of my head… the baby went limp after, dead after only a few minutes. Doc said it was rare but does happen so we didn't think too much about the death at the time. Luna: How many times did this phenomenon happen before her passing? Leonard: Three times. On the fourth, she didn't make it, but the baby did. We didn't go to the hospital this time, we figured something was off and we don't want to have her reputation be smeared as a skank. We cut the cord again and the baby died, but then she… kept going, she kept giving birth, every nine months, over and over. You don't know stress till you're helping a corpse give birth so you can kill the baby right after. After a while, we decided to just stop cutting the cord and hope that would keep them alive. It did, but, well, they weren't really people. Luna: So you decided to keep her in the basement? Leonard: We didn't know what to do, we couldn't show this to someone or we'd get the FBI up in our bonnets, no offense, and the kids seemed to live fine without any of us helping, so we just… let it be. Kept it as a dark family secret. Never invite anyone over in case they hear it or wander into it. Luna: Understood. Thank you for your cooperation, we will have an agent come in momentarily to help you remember more details. Subsequent interviews with the five children and 14 grandchildren of Audrey Totenmich whom could be contacted revealed little additional information. WARNING: Level 4/4174 Clearance Required. Level 4/4174 Clearance Verified Addendum #2: Investigation 4174/PoI-A4174-01: Investigation into Audrey Totenmich's social media has shown numerous posts shaming individuals who live promiscuous lifestyles, referring to them as "Sluts", "Skanks", "Whores", etc. Many of these posts are directed at Lily Totenmich, a granddaughter of Audrey Totenmich. Investigation of Lily's social media shows that she led a sexually active lifestyle, regularly discussing sex and sexual partners. Prior to the currently believed date of creation of SCP-4174 ("Early 2001"), Audrey Totenmich made the following post: ok i am fucking done ive had it with lily we all know what a fucking god disgracing whore she is sleeping with a new man and dykes every day but this crosses the line. lily had the gall to blame me for her getting fired at her last few jobs and for losing her bf (god only knows which one). its not my fault shes a disgusting slut that brings shame to her otherwise good christian family, all i did was let them know this so they know the kind of sinner there putting themselves near. lily is not invited to christmas or new years this year, we dont want the stench of 50 men and 10 dykes pussy juice making a mockery of the birth of christ. i am disowning her and everyone who sees this you should too there is no good reason for her to be living this lifestyle let alone get mad when she gets called out for it All attempts to contact Lily Totenmich have failed. Intelligence Agents visited her home near The Block,5 after no response the agents entered the building to find numerous Thaumaturgic Runes, trace amounts of sulfur, fire damage to objects around the Thaumaturgic Runes, and abundant amounts of human semen, lubricant, and other miscellaneous sexual fluids. DNA from the sexual fluids match that of the mother for all SCP-4174-1 instances. Lily Totenmich has been officially labeled PoI-A4174-1 and marked for further investigation. Addendum #3: Interview Log 4174/PoI-A4174-1/RichardBoreman-01: The following interview was conducted by Junior Researcher Luna Weiss with Richard Boreman, the last known romantic or sexual partner of PoI-A4174-1 according to her social media profile. Richard: Didn't know the FBI was cracking down on prostitution so hard. Luna: A lot of people don't know a lot of things. When did you first meet Lily? Richard: First met? Probably like, back in 2000, but we were only acquaintances, friend of a friend you know? We didn't really start to, uh, "get to know each other" until a few years ago. Luna: When and where did you last see Lily? Richard: Down at The Block, like eight months ago, the only lady who never charged anyone. We had way too much fun those days. I had to stop though, part 'cause I was feeling really tired and out of it all the time,6 part cause I had a harder time actually finding her. Luna: Do you know of possible methods of finding Lily? Richard: Nah, she went dark, last thing I heard from her was something about a group she joined? Don't know what kind of deal could've made her need to disappear but it is what it is I guess. Luna: Did you notice any differences between her when you first met her in 2000 and recently? Richard: Oh god yeah, she got a lot hotter, a lot hornier, and a lot more active. Had way more sex all the time and always got super into it. Just between you and me, honestly made it a little hard to concentrate when she was around, she was that damn good. Luna: Are you familiar at all with Lily's grandmother, Audrey Totenmich? Richard: Wish I wasn't, you know how women can be after sex, always talking about their problems and shit, and every time it was some nonsense about her granny, getting real sad. Said stuff like "She was awful but she doesn't deserve this, I'm only making her problem worse," stuff like that. She was always eager to go again after it though so whatever. Luna: You mentioned a group earlier, could you elaborate? Richard: Not really, I think she called it a syndicate but didn't give a name, only talked about it once and I was only half listening. I just remember it was really weird. Luna: Understood, thank you for your cooperation. Another agent will be with you briefly for routine documentation. Further interviews with previous romantic and sexual partners of PoI-A4174-1 reveal little additional information. The current estimate of individuals who have had sexual relationships with PoI-A4174-1 prior to her disappearance and after the suspected anomaly creation date ("Early 2001") exceeds 1,000 people, primarily in Maryland and bordering states. Each instance of SCP-4174-1 matched in DNA to the earliest known individuals, with each subsequent SCP-4174-1 following this list of men in chronological order. It is believed that there will be one SCP-4174-1 instance for every male, one born every forty weeks, and thus SCP-4174 will continue to give birth for an estimated 735 years or longer if PoI-A4174-1 continues. Addendum #4: Incident Report 4174/PoI-A4174-1/01: Attempts were made using the sulfur from PoI-A4174-1's home to contact a suspected Tartarean entity. Upon beginning of the ritual, all current instances of SCP-4174-1 began screaming at 120 dB and attempted to move themselves and SCP-4174 to the corner of its room furthest away from where the ritual was carried out. Ultimately the ritual failed as the Tartarean entity could not be summoned.7 Following this, SCP-4174-1 instances became noticeably more distressed in the presence of staff who participated in the ritual. Rather than fleeing from these staff members as expected, SCP-4174-1 lie on the floor in a fetal position, shaking violently, in addition to crying and screaming. Addendum #5: Recovered Document 4174/PoI-A4174-1/01: After an estimated 12 failed attempts at tracking PoI-A4174-1, Foundation Intelligence Agents imbedded in the social media and tech industry uncovered a heavily corrupted, discarded chatlog between "LilyCherryPopper" (believed to be PoI-A4174-1) and "NeedMoreForma" (now categorized as PoI-A4174-2). The chat contained numerous cognitohazards, including a strong antimemetic effect causing the reader to dismiss the chat log. This document has been cleaned of cognitohazards and pieced together to the best of Foundation File Recovery ability, and can be read below. NeedMoreForma 05/28/18 Lily, we need to talk. LilyCherryPopper 05/28/18 Aww, does daddy need some loving~? NeedMoreForma 05/28/18 We found your deal maker. LilyCherryPopper 05/28/18 ? NeedMoreForma 05/28/18 The guy you made a deal with back in 2001, remember you were talking to me and some of the other guys about how you wanted to get back at the guy? LilyCherryPopper 05/28/18 WAIT REALLY??? NeedMoreForma 05/28/18 Believe so, if you want to come get him he's here for you at [COGNITOHAZARD REMOVED]8 LilyCherryPopper 05/28/18 OMG TY TY TY!!!!! NeedMoreForma 05/28/18 Hey, it doesn't matter a whole lot to me, just curious, what exactly do you plan on doing to him? LilyCherryPopper 05/28/18 Getting revenge. He lied to me about the deal, said my family would love me again, prove grandma wrong, that it would bring Ryan back, but all it did was steal my soul and made me cum hungry all the time. I want him to go through the absolute misery he put me through, and what he put grandma through. NeedMoreForma 05/28/18 Weren't you already cum hungry all the time? :P LilyCherryPopper 05/28/18 Little bit lol NeedMoreForma 05/28/18 Will you need the alienator? LilyCherryPopper 05/28/18 And much more, I'll start moving out tomorrow. Again thank you so so much I don't know how I could ever repay you. NeedMoreForma 05/28/18 It's what friends are for. Footnotes 1. The state of decomposition that occurs between 30 minutes and 2 hours of death, characterized by a settling of blood to the back of the body creating a purple red vein appearance, leaving the rest of the skin near pure white when pressure is applied. 2. The DNA of these eggs and the SCP-4174-1 instances created do not match that of SCP-4174 and have included several different male individuals. 3. It has been noted by staff working with SCP-4174 that these cries are higher in pitch than what would be expected, described as "Sounding like a highly distressed baby." 4. The umbilical cords are all cleanly cut, suggesting they were not separated by natural circumstances. 5. A 400 block area primarily containing adult entertainment including strip clubs, sex shops, and illegal prostitution. 6. Known symptom of abnormally low orgone energy. 7. This is highly unusual behavior for a Tartarean entity, as typically they will always accept being summoned so they can make deals for souls, their primary food source. 8. This text was an informational cognitive lock, and thus was effectively incomprehensible causing mild headaches in people who read it. It is presumed that PoI-4174/01 was inoculated with a matching informational cognitive key to allow proper viewing. Attempts at recreating the possible cognition key are ongoing. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4174" by DesertMoonGW, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4174. 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: pear.svg Name: Pear icon Author: Delapouite License: CC BY 3.0 Source Link: https://game-icons.net/1x1/delapouite/pear.html Additional Notes: N/A Filename: Glio_Lily1.jpg Name: File:Glio Lily1.jpg Author: Maksim License: Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Glio_Lily1.jpg Additional Notes: N/A
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Objects recovered from an SCP-4176 event. Item #: SCP-4176 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4176 events are to be prefaced to the civilian population as arms tests. Foundation agents planted in Adna are to administer amnestics upon an SCP-4176 event. Objects found produced from SCP-4176 events are to be used as Foundation assets. Description: SCP-4176 is a yearly reoccurring phenomenon affecting the Adna Post Office in Adna, Washington, typically occurring within the last week of January. SCP-4176 events begin with the sudden launching of an unmarked, customized ICBM in the Pacific Ocean1. Upon launch, the missile will be directed towards the unincorporated territory of Adna, WA, and land in the field in front of the area's post office. No civilians have been harmed as a result of an SCP-4176 event. All missiles involved in SCP-4176 events feature secured hatches, with the phrases "taxes for (year) fiscal year" and "to: internal revenue(sic)2 service, washington usa" spray-painted across the surface. The contents within the hatch are typically objects possessing large monetary value such as precious jewels, paintings, and other similar items. Below is a list of objects recovered from SCP-4176 events. Year: 2010 Object Log: Deed to a downtown Manhattan private parking garage, 50 kg of 16th-century gold coins, 15 sable fur coats, 75% of a well-preserved mammoth carcass. Year: 2011 Object Log: 'The Scream' by Edward Munch (verified to not be a replica), five wrapped Publix submarine BLT sandwiches. Year: 2012 Object Log: 75 kg of radiant-cut rubies, 1952 Topps Mickey Mantle baseball card, Fender 1968 Stratocaster autographed by Jimi Hendrix, five boxes of Gurkha Black Dragon Cigars. Year: 2013 Object Log: "Landscape with Cottages" by Rembrandt van Rijn, 693 liters of Y-909, three mint condition first edition copies of Magic: the Gathering card 'Black Lotus'. Year: 2014 Object Log: A padded case containing twenty humanoid figurines accompanied by a certificate of authenticity signed by Dr. Wondertainment, 25% of a moderately preserved mammoth carcass, one framed image of a guinea pig chewing on a carrot. Year: 2015 Object Log: A single capsule of SCP-500. Year: 2016 Object Log: Golden Buddha statue, one wooden chalice, one portrait of John D. Rockefeller, the Voyager 1 space probe, eighteen goats, the Coca-Cola recipe, one ornate gold key (lock unknown). Addendum: SCP-4176 did not occur as expected in 2017. Observation of Adna continued throughout February and March. Instead, SCP-4176 occurred in April of that year. Year: 2017 Object Log: Deed to Tojo Una Una Island, 800 shares in stock in Amazon.com Inc. Of note, the message written on the missile used for SCP-4176 differed from the norm, reading: "hello yes pls accept as payment for the tax of 2017 fiscal year thank u. sorry for is late, dado go 2 vacation w/ hamster". Footnotes 1. The location of these launches is not consistent and has changed every SCP-4176 event. 2. To date, the word "revenue" has not yet been spelled correctly, though many different variations have appeared on the exterior of the missiles. More From This Author More From This Author Uncle Nicolini's Works SCPs SCP-057-INT • SCP-3085 • SCP-4934 • SCP-7725 • Abraka David's Proposal • SCP-MYSTERY-J • SCP-1712 • SCP-7112 • SCP-1841 • SCP-6161 • SCP-1799 • SCP-6832 • SCP-6911 • SCP-7926 • SCP-4967 • Tales/GoI Formats SCP-5057 Additional Documentation • The Corncrake Of Destiny • Adoption Poster: Darius! • UIU File: 2008-021 • Project Koza, 1942 • Drunkenly Stumbling Down Memory Lane • The Hermit, Death, and The Devil • HOGSLICE vs bones • What Came After • Dr. Cimmerian Hits Reply All • Myocardial Infarction • Parawatch Intro Thread • Dark Sushi File No. 995 "Suisame" • The Remains Of The Day • Halloween Anthology In Boring 2021 • Other Sciptember 2022 Art Highlights • uncle nicolini author page • Ode To The Unknown Author • ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4176" by djkaktus & Uncle Nicolini, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4176. 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: treasure.png Name: Treasure in Křivoklát castle, Rakovník District.jpg Author: Jiří Sedláček License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons
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Item #: SCP-4177 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4177 manifestations are to be tracked and noted globally by Foundation agents embedded in any and all professions, and MTF Chi-9 ("Page Turners") are to be dispatched to remove the documents where possible. 200 instances are to be stored at Site-09, which specialises in the handling of anomalous documents, and any additional copies are to be incinerated on recovery. No Foundation personnel are to read SCP-4177 outside of testing. Any known SCP-4177-1 instances are to be apprehended and held in Foundation custody; if employment is impossible or undesirable, they are to be placed on a high-calorie diet until their body-weight is more than double their ideal weight (as determined by a Foundation nutritionist), instructed to call the number on the relevant SCP-4177 instance, and left unobserved until an ω event occurs. They may then be released into the civilian population, with Class-F amnestics/memory realignments where necessary. Description: SCP-4177 are pamphlets and flyers of varying size, appearing spontaneously in various locations worldwide. No direct pattern in location has yet been observed, but all instances to date have manifested in dense urban areas, and typically show preference for those with a higher proportion of overweight or obese residents. All manifestations occur when the area in question is completely unobserved. While the exact contents of SCP-4177 are variable, each instance will advertise some method of weight-loss, ranging from extensive and invasive surgery to "the magic of moon cyrstals (sic)". The syntactic and grammatical structure of the text is universally poor, and frequently includes extensive run-on sentences, seemingly irrelevant details, and a severe lack of understanding of human biology, to the extent that some instances appear to refer to different kingdoms of life entirely. Despite these errors, all instances will refer to the human species by name, and the document will always conclude with a valid phone number (exact nature dependant on the region the instance manifests in). This phone number will always be unregistered within the area in question. Human subjects who have read SCP-4177 and attempted to call the telephone number advertised will become instances of SCP-4177-1. When they next enter deep sleep unobserved1, an ω event will occur — the exact nature of this event is yet unknown due to the aforementioned requirement, but the SCP-4177-1 instance will wake up the following morning with their body-mass reduced by exactly one half. This missing biomass will have been seamlessly removed, leaving no signs of any entry into the body, and while most will come from areas of excess fat, a small (i.e. survivable) amount will be taken from every bodily organ2. To date, no adverse health conditions have resulted from use of SCP-4177 with -1 instances whose 'ideal' body weight was less than 50% of their pre-SCP-4177 weight. In less overweight subjects, SCP-4177 can be severely damaging, and, in many cases, fatal. The fate of the biomass removed during an ω event is unknown. See addendum. Addendum | Incident SCP-4177-1551: On 1996-12-06 in Manchester, England, Mr. Gregor Wrasse (an instance of SCP-4177-1) underwent the first and only failed3 ω event recorded to date. At around 04:40 a.m., Wrasse was reportedly awoken by the sound of screaming, and opened the door to his bedroom to investigate. Upon seeing no-one there, noticing his own weight-loss, and hearing the screaming continue, he called the emergency services, relaying information about SCP-4177 when asked. The police department then alerted Foundation agents via OIS4 proxy, who arrived on the scene at 05:02 a.m.. When the building was searched, the body of Wrasse was discovered in the downstairs hallway of his house. The cause of death was determined to be a combination of strangulation and blunt-force trauma. An identical corpse was later found several streets away, naked, surrounded by SCP-4177 instances, with the cause of death apparently being the simultaneous failure of every major organ. In addition, traces of genetically matching blood and skin were found under the second corpse's fingernails, matching wounds on Wrasse's body. The subsequent posthumous examination was notable in that it revealed the mass of each corpse to be exactly equal. Footnotes 1. This extends to live viewing, audiovisual recording, and any form of monitoring sufficient to distinguish the subject's presence. 2. Cancerous cells are seemingly unaffected by SCP-4177, remaining at 100% mass even after multiple ω events. 3. Presumed failure. The motives of the creators of SCP-4177, if any, are yet unknown. 4. Occult Intelligence Service, the British intelligence agency handling Foundation communications and anomalous affairs. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4177" by MaliceAforethought, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4177. 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-4178 Item #: SCP-4178 Threat Level: Yellow ● Special Containment Procedures: As of recorded date 09/01/1998, all 19 retrieved instances of SCP-4178 (-1 to -19 respectively) are to be contained in vivariums no less than 10 m x 20 m, with small pools of water and a sandy substrate as interior. Male and female instances are to be contained separately to prevent further mating and the possible death of male instances. SCP-4178 specimens are to be only taken out of their vivarium's for testing purposes. SCP-4178-20 is kept in a standard containment locker with an internal temperature of -1°C. Every 2 weeks, no less than 2 Class-D personnel equipped with reinforced apiarist's suit are to be sent in the chamber to clean and collect any unnecessary webbing produced by the organisms. This behaviour is theorised to prevent web from building up in the abdomen of the instances and thus is considered normal. Any eggs located during cleaning sessions are to be immediately collected and stored in a well-lit freezer with an internal temperature that does not exceed 2º C. Description: SCP-4178 are a species of carnivorous arachnids resembling members of the Araneidae1 family. SCP-4178 possess the abdomen and wings of a Vespula germanica2. Analysis showed that the species of SCP-4178 is one of the largest flying arthropod to have existed, second to Meganeura monyi. SCP-4178 specimens have been shown to be able to produce venom in both the stinger and the fangs. Analysis has shown that the venom located in the stinger is much more potent than the venom in the fangs. It has been noted that female members of the species are significantly larger than the males, a common trait seen in regular spider and most wasp species. Male and female individuals have not shown any other sexual dimorphism. Instances of SCP-4178 were discovered in the cave of an abandoned village located in Spain, housing a colony of specimens comprising of around 50 individuals. A large hive was recovered along with 20 instances. The rest of the colony was killed during the recovery. Other colonies were discovered in the surrounding area and were subsequently eliminated. A cover scenario was created following the operation. DNA tests have shown that the SCP-4178 specimens possess a unique kind of DNA. No traces of Vespidae DNA have been found. SCP-4178 will leave a stung victim in a state of complete paralysis, followed by an anaphylactic shock after a few minutes. Soon afterwards, multiple instances of SCP-4178 will approach the paralyzed prey and will begin secreting a paste-like webbing from their spinneret glands located at the tip of their abdomen under the stinger and will start wrapping the prey with it. This process tends to take up to 40 minutes for humans; larger prey can take up to an hour to be fully covered by the webbing. Solidification of the cocoon usually takes up to 15 minutes. After solidifying, the web takes the appearance of a wasp nest. SCP-4178's species can be traced back to 240 million years ago in the middle of the Triassic period through fossil record. These ancestors didn't possess wings, unlike their modern relatives. Fossils found in █████ in the northern parts of Spain as well as near Santarem, Brazil, shows that these organisms built trapdoors in the floor using the paste-like silk. The first known fossil found with wing markings dates from 140 million years ago, during the late Jurassic era. + Testing Logs - Access Authorised Experiment Log 4178 - 1 Date: 02/10/20██ Purpose of the test: Research SCP-4178's behavior in the presence of a pompilid wasp. Test Subject: Pompilidae pepsis (Tarantula Hawk wasp) Test Result: Seven female instances of SCP-4178 were placed into the testing chamber. Once the SCP-4178 instances settled, ten Pompilidae pepsis were added to the testing chamber. Despite SCP-4178 size dwarfing Pompilidae pepsis, all SCP-4178s approached them with caution, keeping their distance. After approximately thirty seven minutes since testing began every SCP-4178 instance cornered themselves in the bottom left corner of the testing chamber, showing signs of being distressed and aggravated. Twenty four minutes later testing was discontinued as instances continued to be in this state for the remaining time. Test was repeated on male instances of SCP-4178 with the same result. Note: While this may be instinctual behaviour from SCP-4178, it could also be a sign of an expected intelligence level. Further testing with other species has been accepted to expand this theory. Experiment Log 4178 - 2 Date: 02/16/20██ Purpose of the test: Research SCP-4178's behavior in the presence of another large Arachnid. Test Subject: Theraphosa blondi (Goliath birdeater tarantula) Test Result: 3 SCP-4178 instances were placed into the testing chamber before a single Theraphosa blondi was brought in. Once the Theraphosa blondi was placed into the chamber all SCP-4178 instances ignored it, carrying on with their usual activity. Testing finished after 3 hours with no added result. Note: Compared to the test with the Pompilidae pepsis, this was an unexpected result. It has been requested that the Tarantula Hawk wasp test would be repeated but with a longer time duration than before. Experiment Log 4178 - 3 Date: 02/19/20██ Purpose of the test: Research SCP-4178's behavior in the presence of a pompilid wasp for a longer duration. Test Subject: Pompilidae pepsis (Tarantula Hawk wasp) Test Result: Test began with the same layout as Experiment log 4178 - 1. As expected the SCP-4178 instances repeated the same behaviour as the previous Pompilidae pepsis experiment, placing themselves in the bottom left corner of the chamber. After approximately 4 and half hours of this behaviour, one Pompilidae pepsis attacked one SCP-4178, stressing the instances and causing it to fly out of the corner. The instance that was attacked fell and the Pompilidae pepsis advanced onto the SCP-4178, paralyzing the instance. Another SCP-4178 instance flew out of the corner and eliminated the attacking Pompilidae pepsis. All other SCP-4178s joined it and attacked the remaining Pompilidae pepsis. The paralysed instance was recovered and monitored, analysis showed that the immunity system of the instance quickly rid the body of the Pompilidae's venom. Note: This test brought us an interesting fact. SCP-4178's immunity system appears to be extremely resilient to venom compared to other arthropod and even humans. Further analysis of the biology of SCP-4178 should be made as soon as possible. - Researcher W███ Experiment Log 4178 - 4 Date: 02/24/20██ Purpose of the test: Research whether SCP-4178 specimens can tell the difference between an inanimate object and a living being. Test Subject: Plastic mannequin representing a young woman, commonly used in clothing display. Test Result: Mannequin was placed in the center of the chamber. SCP-4178 specimen introduced in the room after approximately 2 minutes. SCP-4178 initiated flight and searched the chamber for 5 minutes before rapidly moving towards the mannequin. SCP-4178 started biting and stinging the mannequin but soon stopped. SCP-4178 proceeded to what appeared to be sensing the mannequin with its stinger. Test ended after SCP-4178 resumed roaming the room for 10 minutes. Note: Despite initially showing sign of aggressiveness toward the mannequin, the reaction of SCP-4178 after discovering the prey was not a living being shows a degree of intelligence not shown in most arthropods. It also seems that SCP-4178's species naturally sees humans as prey, this is deducted by observing SCP-4178's reaction upon locating the mannequin during flight and landing. Experiment Log 4178 - 5 Date: 03/02/20██ Purpose of the test: Research SCP-4178's behavior toward its ancestor. Test Subject: Ancestor of SCP-4178's species recovered from SCP-646, labeled SCP-4178-Ω Test Result: Female instance (designated SCP-4178-14) is introduced to the test chamber. After 5 minutes, SCP-4178-Ω is introduced to the chamber. SCP-4178-Ω is observed drumming for 25 seconds, SCP-4178-14 is soon afterwards observed to start shaking, after which, SCP-4178-Ω started moving toward SCP-4178-14 at a slow pace until fully facing SCP-4178-14's rear SCP-4178-Ω proceeded to rub his pedipalps on SCP-4178-14 then quickly retreated to a corner of the room; Test ended after 10 minutes of no further movements of the instances. SCP-4178-14 was retrieved and put in a vivarium until she laid an egg sac. The egg sac was quickly recovered. Analysis indicated that all the eggs were infertile. SCP-4178-14 was restored in the female vivarium shortly after. Note: Soon after the test ended, SCP-4178-Ω was placed in the male vivarium and appears to have been accepted by the other instances. It appears that SCP-4178-Ω's species used to use both pedipalps to prevent sperm competition between males. Experiment Log 4178 - 6 Date: 03/07/20██ Purpose of the test: Study SCP-4178's behavior toward another large flying arthropod. Test Subject: Meganeura brongniarti recovered from SCP-3057 Test Result: 4 SCP-4178 instances were introduced into the testing chamber before a lone Meganeura brongniarti was brought in. Once the Meganeura brongniarti was placed into the chamber all SCP-4178 instances ignored it, carrying on with their usual activity. After 15 minutes, the Meganeura charged onto a lone instance (later identified as SCP-4178-20), latching on the back of SCP-4178-20 and proceeding to tear off the wings and abdomen of SCP-4178-20, incapacitating it. The 3 remaining instances soon noticed what happened and started to attack the Meganeura brongniarti. Subject soon fell to the floor of the chamber, the twitching of the wings indicated it was still alive at the time. The largest of the SCP-4178 present during the test advanced toward the Meganeura and proceed to remove the head with the use of its fangs. The instances got around SCP-4178-20 and started encasing it in web. After 1 hour of no additional results, the test was ended. The remains of SCP-4178-20 were recovered and stored in a temporary freezer. Note: Unlike regular insects, it appears that SCP-4178's species is capable of feeling sorrow as well as anger when witnessing the death of a member of its species. Additional Note: Testing has been suspended following the loss of SCP-4178-20. The reaction of the Meganeura and the death of SCP-4178-20 were not planned and we don't want to lose any more of the remaining instances. O5-██ Addendum 4178.1: Expedition Log In 19██, an expedition was sent to investigate a rumor mentioning "the children of the spider goddess" in a secluded region of Brazil was initiated. After several days of searching the surroundings, a hidden pre-Colombian temple was found, supposedly built by an unknown pre-Colombian tribe. An immediate query sent from commanding officer Researcher W███ demanded two Class-D personnel from Site-███ on immediate transfer, two standard exploration field kits, two wireless headsets capable of recording / transmitting audio – all requests were accepted. The following video transcript was filmed during the first exploration attempt on the 19th of May 19██. Camera wearers were D-22371 and D-3435. + Exploration Log - Access Authorised [BEGIN LOG] Background audio is heard, voice identified as Researcher W███ briefing Class-D’s before entry Head-mounted video viewing becomes active, no anomalous surroundings are noted at this time Footage shows subject D-22371 entering the tomb with moderate hesitation stating that “I don’t deal with this voodoo shit.” – Subject was promised extra free-time privileges when relocated back to Site-██ if expedition was conducted – compromise was agreed upon without hesitation and subject enters overhanging doorway to the temple D-3435 enters following behind //Connection between Command (Dr. J████ W███) and Class-D’s recording equipment are established – exploration begins // Command: Last microphone and video check before you go in any further, I want you both to wave your hands in front of the cameras and slowly countdown from 10 to 1 in sync, you got that? D-3435: Alright Doc. Both D-3435 and D-22371 complete the task, no technical discrepancies noted and subjects are clear for further entry Command: Begin to descend deeper into the temple entrance. After advancing within the temple for a few minutes, connection was lost with Command Command: Yo-[static] Nearing a chamb-[static] D-22371: Doc? You there? Great we lost coms with the surface. D-3435: Eh who cares. They said we just have to go in and out, shouldn't take long. D-22371: True, let's continue then. You first. After 10 minutes of walking, D-3435 and D-22371 spot an archway with an opening filled with valuable items in the distance. A hallway and one flight of stairs is all that is between them and the items D-22371: Holy shit! Is that a fuckin' treasure room? D-3435: Judging by the large stacks of gold I'd say yes. D-22371 is seen running towards the entrance D-3435: Wait! D-22371 suddenly stops and turns slowly and looks at D-3435. Both stop and face each other D-22371: Listen here, I'm just trying to have a bit of fun. I've finally got the chance to do something, so I'm gonna make this worthwhile. D-3435: Yeah, well I just don't trust a temple built centuries ago. It could be falling apart or have like snakes - venomous large snakes - with giant ass fangs an- D-22371: Stop being so fucking paranoid (sighs). D-3435: Why were we sent in here? Don't you think they could go themselves? D-22371: Because they know we are fit for the job. D-3435: (sigh) Forget about it. D-3435 begins to walk alongside D-22371 D-22371: Do you think we'd be able to keep some of the stuff we find? D-3435: I'd imagine not. They begin to walk down the stairs D-22371: Meh, I'll take some anyway, I'm sure no one is gonna notice. Besides it's not like they will- D-22371 trips on something sticking out of the corner and falls near the bottom of the stairwell while letting out a scream D-3435: Fuck! Are you alright? What the hell happened? D-22371: Ah ya bandit! Something touched me. D-22371 gets up slowly D-22371: This place is a wreck! I think I hurt my ankle. D-3435 checks at what caused him to trip D-3435: What on Earth is that? D-22371 grabs his ankle D-22371: What is what? D-3435 gasps D-22371: What! D-3435: I think… I think you tripped on a corpse. D-22371: Really mate? Its an ancient tomb. Of course there are bodies. D-3435: No… I mean it looks kind of fresh. D-22371: Huh. Why don't you go check. D-3435 cautiously returns up the stairs D-3435: Dude there are like two bodies, they still have skin. Ugh, this is disgusting. D-22371: Hmm… I wonder what causes that… Is this place cursed or some shit? D-3435 goes back down quickly D-3435: You think you can walk? D-22371: Yeah, I'll be okay. Let's continue, I hate this place so goddamn much. D-3435: By the way.. I'm gonna guess considering the next room is a treasury, that this place has a ton of traps. D-22371: Yeah you're probably right, I don't want to finish like the two rotting guys up there. After walking down 25 steps, cameras show meticulously drawn symbols into the temple walls – these engravings show men praying, inside a cave, around an altar with a large, paramount being forcing spiders out of its mouth and eyes, the floating above it. Analysis of these carvings have presented themselves as the prophesied “Arachnid Goddess” – a tribal religious deity heavily worshiped under the act of human sacrifice. Retrieved dated sacred texts have described the goddess as “our mother in skin, in bones and sky, as the one who guides us with the blood path to fortune and we give the baby with sin to her in sting, feast and rape, so we do not suffer the burden of cruel numen”. D-22371 appears distressed although both still walk in silence for approximately 3 minutes before stopping.. D-3435: What the hell is that supposed to be? D-22371’s video footage appears to show another carving depicting two people dressed in monk-like attire, apart from the robe being ripped in multiple places on both subjects, gifting a new born child - inside a basket - to the Goddess at the altar. D-22371: Beats me, was never a religious man myself, could never understand any of it, this just proves my case. D-3435: Doesn’t this kinda’ stuff freak you out? I mean just look at what it’s doing to that poor kid. D-22371: Come on man, I don’t want to be down here for long either, just man up and continue. Seen via D-22371’s video feed, D-3435 appears to be notably shaken – sweating profusely and looking apprehensive. After 2 minutes D-3435 agrees to proceed and is then seen walking alongside D-22371 with his hand on the wall. After five minutes of walking through the temple a dead end can be seen in the distant footage, D-3435 stops before they can reach it. D-3435: Hey I think I got somethin' here. D-22371: What is it? We're practically at the end so we can piss off back to the start and get out of this place. D-3435 begins to push on a part of the wall, which starts to open, revealing a hidden room with two buttons with a design of a wasp and a spider respectively D-22371: Christ, this place just gets bigger and bigger, doesn't it? D-3435: Well, I don't wanna find out what's inside so you may take the lead. D-22371 is seen walking towards the buttons, presumably to inspect them D-22371: Ha, you scared of some spiders? D-3435 aggressively shakes his head which leads to D-22371 entering first and D-3435 following him soon after into the hidden room. D-22371: We have some more buttons over here, I'm tempted to press em' but I think this whole place will go temple of doom on us. D-3435: That scientist guy told us to check everything so start pressing them, this place looks old so maybe it won't do anything and we get to go home. D-22371 seems to hesitate but then presses the two buttons. After a couple seconds of pressing the buttons a piece of the wall moves out of the way to reveal a secret chamber and a light mist arriving at the shins leaks from the chamber D-3435: What the hell? D-22371: Alright, uh let's just tell those scientists back there that this was all we foun- D-22371 stops mid-sentence and the camera reveals that there is a mummified corpse wearing a jewel around their neck. D-22371 is then seen to slowly wander in D-3435: Dude what are you doing?! D-22371: I see somethin' here! As D-22371 gets closer to the corpse the mist begins to lower and starts to reveal a dead instance of SCP-4178 in a curled up position. D-3435 soon notices the dead instance and begins to step away from the entrance D-3435: Oh fuck what is that! Dude I need your fucking help! D-22371 successfully approaches the mummified corpse and takes the jewel only to turn around and see the half buried instance of SCP-4178 in the mist D-22371: Wow what the fuck is that! [pauses] Wait, I think it's dead. D-3435 is seen standing by the wall trying to gain some distance from the dead instance D-3435: Oh yeah? what's make you think that sherlock. D-22371: Look at how its leg are curled up, its dead. I used to keep spiders before being sent to jail, I know the body language of the thin- D-3435: What?! D-22371: Dude I get you are scared of spiders and all but come see this shit, the damn thing has wings, and a big ass body! Almost like a hornet! D-3435: Great, flying fucking spiders. Let's go back to the surface, I'm not spending anymore time in this hell hole. [END LOG] After 1 hour and 34 minutes, D-22371 and D-3435 successfully came back to the surface. Analysis of the sacrificial chamber showed that approximately 12 bodies of SCP-4178 were found as well as 36 cocoons found all throughout the temple. Live eggs were found in another hidden chamber within the temple, they seemed to be kept in a sort of stasis by the temperature of the room ranging around 5°C. It is unknown how the tribe managed to keep the room at this temperature. Addendum: Following the exploration, it was theorised that the temple was built around 1000 year ago. It appears that the temple was a tribute to the Mayan gods Ah-Muzen-Cab and the Great Goddess of Teotihuacan. Footnotes 1. Family of spiders consisting of orb-weavers. 2. "German Wasp".
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Attempt at free writing in SCP-4179. Attempt is illegible. Item #: SCP-4179 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4179 is to be used only within secure Foundation communication systems or in spoken conversation to other Foundation personnel. Class-D subjects are not cleared for SCP-4179. Stringent care to prevent its spread to the general population must be exercised, administering amnestics as pertinent. If procedure is breached in any way, administrative and disciplinary punishments will be applied at the discretion of the local SCP-4179 expert(s) on a case-by-case basis. SCP-4179-1 should remain contained within its current whereabouts (a fine sand beach marked as Location of Interest 551-13|34|4179, stricken from all charts and closed to naval access). While sustenance and sunscreen should be provided for SCP-4179-1 in quantities and at times adequate to meet the requirements of a non-anomalous human being, SCP-4179-1 does not have any physical needs; this procedure is not indispensable but it is considered positive for its mental well-being. The creation of SCP-4179-2 cases must be sanctioned by Command Site-4, O5-4, O5-7 or the acting Commander of Mobile Task Force Alpha-1 ("Red Right Hand"). Note that MTF Alpha-1 Coherence Units are formed entirely of Level 5, Class B personnel. "Ripe" SCP-4179-2 cases may only be handled by D-Class subjects while placed inside Black Box facilities to prevent or mitigate potentially contagious memetic, cognitive or info-hazardous breakouts. SCP-4179-2 cases not contained by MTF Alpha-1 Coherence Units dispatched to retrieve them will be handled as Safe items and stored in Standard Secure Lockers, as their dimensions require. SCP-4179-INERT cases may be used as anxiolythic equipment. Clinical trials for expanded Foundation usage as D-Class personnel equipment or Standard Humanoid Cell construction (as stone pavement) is being considered. Description: SCP-4179 is an emphytic1 language whose historical origin and linguistic development are inherently anti-memetic. All attempts at analysis and etymological study of its structure and vocabulary with regards to automated translation or transcription have been unsuccessful, as only human beings may comprehend it. Understanding of SCP-4179 is innate knowledge to all most non-anomalous human beings; speech in SCP-4179 is not. It has no known written form; several artificially designed alphabets and codes have been commissioned and produced by the SCP-4179 Analysis Team to attempt its written transmission, but they have been completely unsuccessful as a consequence of its anti-memetic properties. Like other emphytic languages, SCP-4179 allows a speaker to transmit a message in such a way that it is precisely understood by any human being that comprehends the concepts required to construct said message. This happens whether the listener has any prior knowledge of the language or not. Clarification is rarely necessary and is often due to ignorance of the concepts behind the subject or subjects treated in conversation. SCP-4179 is of commonplace use among Foundation employees when discussing workplace activities and especially in stressful situations. Therefore, it is used by most Foundation employees, particularly non-English native speakers, to clear up misunderstandings or settle conflicts of a professional nature. It has proven instrumental in emergency situations under pressure. However, SCP-4179 speakers will be unable to properly convey meanings of emotional relevance. Personnel tend to use terms that listeners find unwieldy, ambiguous, meaningless or the entire opposite to what was intended by the speaker when referring to their feelings. SCP-4179 is therefore best left to technical conversation. Momentary lapses into this language when communicating with other Foundation personnel are frequent; most lapses are not immediately noticed by Foundation personnel, since intimate understanding and speaking of SCP-4179 is reached by virtually all Foundation personnel above a Clearance Level of 1. This talent is specific to Foundation personnel, which remains unexplained; daily, unrestricted exposure seems sufficient to achieve at least superficial command of it. Research on the possible existence of discrete memetic triggers that ease the learning curve of SCP-4179 for Foundation personnel is ongoing at the Archive Sector of Area-08-B. Teaching of SCP-4179 is not instrumental to Foundation operations nor compulsory, and cannot be method-based nor systematic. Its Containment Procedures rely on the careful application of amnestics to casual non-Foundation listeners (which are usually eligible to memory redaction therapies for other reasons if they are exposed to SCP-4179). Records of SCP-4179 use in Foundation facilities is not reliable, as it was not "contained" per se until early Special Containment Procedures standards were first drawn in 1███, when almost no sound samples were recorded. However, Archive researchers estimate SCP-4179 has been spoken for almost ninety years by a wide majority of Foundation personnel. A tendency to speak in perfect rhyme2 has been observed in advanced SCP-4179 speakers. This appears to be a mild compulsion related to its long-term use. It is not harmful nor cognitohazardous and does not hamper communication. Addendum: Reclassification of SCP-██-███ as SCP-4179-1. ++ Display File - WARNING: Your access will be registered. -- Credentials registered. Access authorized. Note: Since they are ostensibly related, SCP-██-███ will be reclassified SCP-4179-1, as per Special Administrative Order ██-███. //SCP-██-███ //and its official documentation are therefore rendered obsolete and defunct, to be replaced by the following addendum, which will be placed on SCP-4179. SCP-4179-1 is capable of speaking in several emphytic languages, including SCP-4179. Its previous handlers had been exposed for thirty-five years to it, with absolutely no retention of the language. The potential significance of SCP-4179-1 and all findings related to the subject are under review; until such review is completed, SCP-██-███, its Containment Procedures, testing and budget allocation will be reassigned to the SCP-4179 Analysis Team. -// Dr. R. Barnard (Archive Sector, Area-08-B). Digital copy of the first known photograph of SCP-4179-1. Item: SCP-██-███ SCP-4179-1, SCP-4179-2. Special Containment Procedures: [REDACTED] Reassigned to SCP-4179. Description: SCP-██-███-1 is an anomalous female humanoid inhabiting a small stone cabin by a secluded beach on the desert island of [REDACTED], Spain. Subject is intelligent and claims to be extremely ancient, but lacks any significant historical or personal background insight due to severe dementia. While it looks elderly, it does not seem to age or require sustenance; its only physical anomaly consists of a microscopic linear scar on its forehead, placed over an irregular bone formation that might have contained an unknown foreign body. Subject can use any beach with fine sand to alter previously non-anomalous pieces of stone into instances of SCP-██-███-2. SCP-██-███-1 will "plant" these pieces of stone into the sand and talk to them, usually in soothing and patient tones and terms. The subject frequently dances and sings around them in no discernable language, with occasional complaints about joint pain and fatigue. The stones will be polished in a manner consistent with natural erosive processes occurring on their beaches and their material strength until SCP-██-███-1 defines them as "ripe"; once "ripened", the resulting shingles (which will usually acquire unexpectedly symbolic shapes) acquire cognito-hazardous properties and are reclassified SCP-██-███-2. Size, origin and material composition seem to play a role in "maturation" times and cognito-hazardous properties of instances of SCP-██-███-2 (See Addendums below). SCP-██-███-1 has claimed to be sympathetic to the Foundation's mission since it was initially contained (containment was passed down from the Special Security Commission; the subject suffered from neglect and mistreatment during this time, and although she does not remember this abuse, she has responded positively to Foundation handlers). Its knowledge of SCP-4179 has facilitated communication, integration and emotional connection with Foundation personnel. While interaction with SCP-██-███-2 does induce emotional lability and a range of feelings on SCP-██-███-1, it seems to be largely immune to their effects, and remains notably optimistic and balanced at all times. Given its fluency in SCP-4179 and the events registered on Incident 1-46, SCP-██-███ will be henceforth handled by the SCP-4179 Analysis Team. Its file is currently under review. Addendum: Log of cases of SCP-4179-2 ++ Display File - WARNING: Your access will be registered. -- Credentials registered. Access authorized. SCP-4179-2-28 to 32, still at maturation (items originally obtained from [REDACTED], currently Site-178, in 19██). The following cases have been reviewed by the SCP-4179 Analysis Team. They have been deemed adequate for declassification, following adequate redaction. Other items or their entries have been contained or censored for extended review under Administrative Order ██-███. Note: A large proportion of SCP-4179-2 items have been found to induce feelings of extreme pressure, serenity, slow aging and / or progressive slumber. These items hold no useful information and are assumed to have no human-compatible cognito-hazardous effects associated to them. However, they may be used as anxiolythic equipment. They have been collectively classified SCP-4179-INERT. ITEM: SCP-4179-2-{1-34}(The Old Collection) Submitted: Dr. S. Sáez Roc Origin: Site-178, Valle de Cuelgamuros, Madrid (previously, headquarters of the Special Security Commission Characteristics: Varied Notes: Several (see attached acquisition documentation - paperback copies stored at Vault 9 in the Archive Sector of Area-08-B). Input from SCP-4179-1: "Ah, my pretties. These were given to me by some nice misses3 from outside the island. They held secrets. Yes, they did. But they are all old news to me. Wouldn't you care for a look?" Contact: Dr. Sáez Roc, previously employed by the organisation that used to handle SCP-4179-1, advised a contact test with item SCP-4179-2-27, a round piece of marble of unregistered origin with relatively mild cognito-hazardous effects. This contact was performed by a D-Class subject, as per containment procedures. Upon contact, subject reported feelings of wonder and delight, as well as hallucinations involving the construction of a large religious building which, according to his description, might have been a gothic Catholic temple, the Catedral de Santa María de Regla de León (Spain). Subject explains emotions as felt "by the temple" during its century-long construction period and the existence of a probably anomalous entity (an "evil mole") disassembling or outright destroying overnight most of the progress done by day. Subject continues to elaborate on what is likely an instance of SCP-███ and its eventual containment of the aforementioned "mole".4 Successive reform stages may not have been "witnessed" or significant to the sample. Subject developed a near-Stendhal syndrome5 state after this contact. His condition improved once amnestics were administered. Note: Other items of these series were tested and found to reference multiple significant historical locations in peninsular Spanish territory and events supposedly taking place there. These events would not be consistent with known historical register; timeline curating is in process on a case-by-base basis. ITEM: SCP-4179-2-37 (The Glamour) Submitted: Dr. T. Graham Origin: Lunar Dig Site #71 Characteristics: 1x9x9 cm piece of non-lunar rock (out-of-place item) Input from SCP-4179-1: "Solidarity was stolen, but something remained." (SCP-4179-1 did not elaborate further.) Notes: Discoid, color is black with a perfect white fringe, central inclusion of a one-millimeter piece of polished, shining pyrite. Contact: Subject gapes upwards on touch. She states "the ring turns", then falls into complete catatonia. Amnestics do not improve her condition. Dies eight days later due to complications of forced feeding via nasogastric probe. Subject had been slated for euthanasia. ITEM: SCP-4179-2-39 (Martian Child) Submitted: Dr. T. Graham Origin: Mars, Site-[REDACTED] Characteristics: 2x2x4 cm piece of non-anomalous Martian sedimentary rock, red hue due to high ferrous oxide content Input from SCP-4179-1: (sobs, wailing) "Oh, my god. Oh, my sweetest, oh, so sad. So sad. Poor child, what did we do to you. So sorry, so, so sorry. Poor child." Notes: Shaped as a humanoid with ambiguous non-humanoid features (six arms, possible exoskeleton covering all major anatomical features) in fetal position. Proportions would suggest preadolescence in a human body. Facial features not depicted. Contact: Subject cries after six seconds of sustained contact. Subject claims that the item is confused, lonely and feeling extremely bothered by the thick, warm atmosphere and the very existence of a hydrosphere. By comparison, subject states repeatedly that the item was far "happier" in Mars, surrounded by its "relatives." Subject refers to multiple living and dead Martian species, both anomalous and non-anomalous, as well as ongoing Foundation containment efforts. Subject falls into a moderately depressive state, which improves after amnestics and antidepressants are administered and prescribed, respectively. ITEM: SCP-4179-2-41 (The Red Throne) Submitted: Dr. R. Barnard Origin: Daevan Dig Site #34 Characteristics: 3x4x2.5cm piece of red limestone w/inscriptions Input from SCP-4179-1: "One of the Thirty-Nine touched her until he was sealed. Wicked things were done to her and her sisters. Evil, of a kind I would dare not remember, even if I could. To so many others, so many times, on top of her. Oh, they rained guts on it, on his Throne; the masons, and the masters, horse blood, slave blood, virgin blood… and they still didn't get what they wanted. This stone remembers their hunger. Their red and night hunger. Oh, she hates it. Oh, she hates it so much. Take it away, dear. Take it from my hands and take it from my beach." Notes: [REDACTED] The shape of this item holds a potential info-hazard. Contact: Subject screamed for seventy eight seconds on contact, become unresponsive. Lost consciousness thirty minutes later; instance of SCP-4179-2 forcibly separated. Subject regained consciousness an hour later. Subject indicated he had experienced at least nine hundred ritual eviscerations performed on a red limestone throne. From the throne, a large, shifting crowd of non-human humanoid entities could be seen. Subject refers to them as "the Red King's faithful", who had to be "appeased" during peace time. He is in extreme distress until amnesticized. Three days later, subject is found to have eviscerated himself in his cell by using his nails. The last entry he wrote on his psych-eval mandated diary follows: "The Red King was me, but I couldn't rule over them. I could have. I could have been so great instead of him, done so many things, but it scared me. I am so [ILLEGIBLE] They are famished. They come from outside time to eat it. He's still coming and has come and came and will come and I won't stay here to know him, I'd rather feed them. There is no forgetting what has no past. There is no denying that which claims all futures. [SENTENCE ILLEGIBLE] If I stay, he will know who I was. I'm so sorry. I fed myself to them a long time ago anyways." Follow-up contacts with two other subjects yielded similar results. Daevan Dig Site #34, previously considered non-anomalous, has been placed under strict surveillance. ITEM: SCP-4179-2-42 (The Eel Sample) Submitted: Dr. R. Barnard Origin: Ganges Fan Characteristics: 9x9x7.5 slab of seafloor sedimentary rock. Input from SCP-4179-1: "I don't want this on my beach. I don't want this anywhere near me. Not again. Never again. Get it away. Away!" [ABRIDGED] Notes: See SCP-3000, if cleared. Contact: Subject refused to maturate the item, even under duress. Later interrogation was met with polite confusion. Item stored on-site for future attempts. ITEM: SCP-4179-2-43 (Non-Linearity) Submitted: Dr. █. █████ Origin: SCP-2000 Characteristics: 19x10x20 cm piece of non-anomalous basalt Input from SCP-4179-1: "What you did… (shakes its head) it will haunt you. It does, even today. It makes me think that, sometimes? It's best not to know. Look at me, I sound like my daughter… oh, why would I think of her tonight? (questioned about aforementioned daughter) Hmmm? Think of whom, darling?" Notes: Eighteen spirals, each larger and more intricate than the others, have been drawn on its surface. Reminiscent of molluscs, until microscopic analysis reveals detailed plans for a number of anomalous and non-anomalous pieces of technology. Contact: Following contact with the item, subject [REDACTED] Subject euthanized. On follow-up, subject reanimates and transmits a long series of numbers that coincide with coordinates for the precise location of SCP-2000, plus ███ dates on the Gregorian calendar [REDACTED] holding no obvious relevance. Subject placed under the custody of a Coherence Unit from MTF Alpha-1 ("Red Right Hand") and shipped to Command Site 4 for further interrogation and information control. ITEM: SCP-4179-2-44 (Lying Rock) Submitted: Dr. T. Turk Origin: Command Site 1, on-site Archive Station Characteristics: Piece of [REDACTED] Input from SCP-4179-1: "All of these things must have happened. Ah, that cheat got things to go his way in the end… well played, well played. Remember him. Please. I know I won't, with my head being as it is, you see." Notes: Shape [REDACTED] Contact: Subject became familiar with the ethos, mission statement and development history of the Foundation. She also added a number of references to early amnestic, mnestic, memetic and anti-memetic research that merited additions to the Containment Procedures for SCP-4179 (notably, the use of Black Box information control booths to interrogate subjects with sufficient memetic and informational security for other personnel). Subject, however, stated that the Foundation is a "usurping" organisation, belying its true origin and orchestrating a succession of cover-ups to obfuscate that the O5 Council and its predecessors were originally ruled by a single subject, a King ███. There are no records of Foundation leadership falling into a single individual, let alone a monarch or a personnel member named ███. Subject continued to construct a timeline stretching for █████ years prior to the known official start of Foundation operations; most of what the subject claims to be historical truth would imply that the Foundation predates the early years of most ancient human civilizations. When confronted with incredulity and contrasted historical facts, subject went on to explain a number of population-wide memory redaction therapies, information control operations and a complete log of precursors to Ennui Agent atmosphere-wide dispersals. Subject placed under containment when she was noticed to have communicated largely in SCP-4179. [REDACTED] Amnestic administration yields no improvement on the subject's condition, who remains fluent in SCP-4179. Subject has been placed under the custody of a Coherence Unit from MTF Alpha-1 ("Red Right Hand") and shipped to Command Site 4 for further interrogation and information control. Unauthorized personnel successfully amnestized of relevant restricted information. ITEM: SCP-4179-2-46 (Obvious Choice) Submitted: Dr. É. Calibax Origin: SCP-4179-1's abode wall Characteristics: 4x5x3cm piece of non-anomalous slate Input from SCP-4179-1: [REDACTED] See Addendum below (Incident 2-46, Interview SCP-4179-1, Follow-Up Interview) Notes: Shaped as a ring or a crown with a single central, front spike blooming into two plumes or flourishes that twist around the main body of the ring. Item is assumed to be extremely brittle, but is acquired and handled by SCP-4179-1 with no evident damage. Contact: [REDACTED] See Addendum below (Incident 2-46, Interview SCP-4179-1). ITEM: SCP-4179-2-47 (Codename Pending) Submitted: Dr. R. Barnard Origin: Venus, Solar System Characteristics: [REDACTED], out-of-place sample. Assumed to be a projectile of an orbital kinetic weapon. Input from SCP-4179-1: [REDACTED], unless you already know, of course." (laughs) Notes: Item rapidly decays when in water; four days into maturation, SCP-4179-1 claims it to be "ripe". The result is monolithic rectangular prism of dark polished rock. Multiple veins of clearer materials, probably metamorphic, are distributed in such a way that they suggest artificial distribution; close mineralogical study reveals them to not be artificial, but the natural patterns beneath its surface. Contact: Subject acquires eidetic "memory" pertaining to a fragment of [REDACTED] describes a group of spacefaring aircraft descending on a heavily populated and urbanized planet, stating it to be Venus (specifically, "the Colonial Polity of the Second World"). Subject describes crafts as "boxy stone slabs larger than a skyscraper". On recounting, vessels might have been three to five kilometers in height with unknown length. The vessels place all major population centers under strategic, then saturation bombing. The vessels deploy ground forces, which proceed to sweep across all existing settlements and ruins and terminate all surviving members of these settlements, which appear to be SCP-1000 specimens. These ground forces are humanoids equipped with anomalous and non-anomalous close-combat weapons compatible with [REDACTED], civilizations existing after the collapse of the SCP-1000 paradigm. The vessels recover all combatants after the fourth wave has confirmed the complete extinction of said species on the planet. Subject then attempts to describe a Venusian XK-class end-of-the-world scenario, but fails to explain the methods, tools or motivations for this event. Also mentions an unscathed black humanoid levitating or "hanging by its hair from the sky", crying "golden tears" as it surveys the ruins, presumably looking for survivors. The subject does not have any particular feelings on these events, finding them confusing, fantastical and "not worth entertaining." On follow-up, subject demonstrates knowledge of instrumental anti-memes used in Foundation documentation and facilities. He states they all remind him of the crest used by all vessels and combatants of the invading force, "three arrows pointed at the centre of a thrice cracked buckler." Subject has been placed under the custody of a Coherence Unit from MTF Alpha-1 ("Red Right Hand") and shipped to Command Site 4 for further interrogation and information control. ITEM: SCP-4179-2-33 (This Grind, Specifically) Submitted: Dr. R. Barnard Origin: SCP-057 Characteristics: 4x5x5cm piece of rock acquired from a SCP-057 monolith via remote controlled drone. Input from SCP-4179-1: [PENDING] Notes: Ten weeks in maturation, large red spots have become visible underneath its surface. Composition is compatible with decayed human blood. Contact: On hold. ITEM: SCP-4179-2-37 (Best Descriptor) Submitted: Dr. H. Farcaster Origin: SCP-557 Characteristics: 10x19x19.2cm piece of rubble (sandstone) recovered from Level 5 of SCP-557 after a partial cave-in. Input from SCP-4179-1: [PENDING] (Subject fell sullen when handed the item, and has cared for it constantly since its maturation started.) Notes: Thirty-five days in maturation, 2-37 has been found to be perpetually covered in human saliva with no genetic content. Contact: On hold. ITEM: SCP-4179-2-50 (Thresher Core) Submitted: Dr. █. █████ Origin: SCP-1730 Characteristics: 4x4x5cm piece of concrete acquired from main office building of SCP-1730. Input from SCP-4179-1: (Subject refused to carry the item, instead throwing it into the sand. While it decided to maturate it "for your troubles" (sic), it has not entered in contact with it since its placement.) Notes: [DATA EXPUNGED] Contact: Cancelled. Item destroyed during maturation with no loss of human life. Three samples of SCP-4179-2 were demolished entirely and, according to SCP-4179-1, are neutralized and unrecoverable. ITEM: SCP-4179-2-52 (For Future Reference) Submitted: Command Site █ Origin: RAISA Offices at Command Site █ Characteristics: 11x13x9.5cm piece of concrete. Input from SCP-4179-1: [PENDING] (Subject opened its eyes and carefully deposited item on the sand, whistling a single note of either appreciation or surprise; no meaning nor context was given when interrogated) Notes: Abundant restricted, memetic and infohazardous content has appeared as engravings on its surface. Personnel instructed to not look at 2-52. Contact: On hold. ITEM: SCP-4179-2-59 (Glorious Titania) Submitted: Dr. █. ███████ Origin: Nearby sedimentary rocks around SCP-2932 Characteristics: 7x9x10cm piece of local limestone with SCP-2932 biological traces; intentionally not removed. Input from SCP-4179-1: [PENDING] (Subject opens eyes wide on contact, concerned or scared; it does not add remarks.) Notes: SCP-2932 biological traces are notably resilient to seawater. Projected time of maturation continues to rise (currently standing at approximately 24 years). Contact: On hold. ITEM: SCP-4179-2-60 (Percy's Step) Submitted: Dr. C. Narváez Origin: SCP-2264 Characteristics: 3x2x2.3cm piece of stone extracted from the floor next to SCP-2264-A. Input from SCP-4179-1: [PENDING] (Subject laughed for the better part of the day after being given the item. Later heard murmuring about travel opportunities.) Notes: No observed anomalies so far ( 41 days into maturation); a Foundation alchemist has been assigned to perform yearly inspections of the item until it has matured.6 Contact: On hold. Addendum: Incident 2-46, Interview SCP-4179-1 ++ WARNING! UNAUTHORIZED PERSONNEL WILL BE EXPOSED TO A MEMETIC DEFENSE AGENT -- GENERATING MEMETIC DEFENSE - HOLIST SHATTERER ACTIVE Foreword: SCP-4179-1 was given a piece of slate from the wall on its cabin, a small building it seems to prefer to other, more stable structures provided. SCP-4179-1 responded with unusual weariness at the prospect, but was unable to substantiate its concerns and proceeded to maturate the item. After a three-year long maturation, SCP-4179-1 collected SCP-4179-2-46, codenamed "Obvious Choice" by Senior Researcher Étaca Calibax, from the SCP-4179 Analysis Team. Immediately on contact, subject became extremely distressed. It spoke exclusively in SCP-4179, threatening containment agents. At least three of them suffered from sudden retrograde amnesia and cognitohazardous effects that it claimed to have caused; all three agents behaved consistently as their child-like selves. It then severely injured all three of them by attacking them with a rock. SCP-4179-1 demanded to speak to Dr. Calibax, who agreed to do so on its environment to facilitate re-containment. Transcript follows; note that, unless stated, SCP-4179-1 spoke in SCP-4179 across all the interview. Videocamera Transcription (helmet) (Dr. Calibax approaches beach from its westernmost end. It is sundown. Agent Polliver is shown dragging himself towards this side of the beach, with a swollen contusion on the right side of his face.) Agent Polliver: Momma? Momma, why did the lady… momma, where are you? Mo- (Dr. Calibax continues to walk towards SCP-4179-1, who crouches between Agents Peláez and Morris. Both of them are immobile, presumed confirmed deceased due to severe cranial trauma and asphyxiation, respectively. SCP-4179-1 turns to Dr. Calibax, its right hand still on Agent Morris' neck, and SCP-4179-2-46 in its left hand. SCP-4179-1 appears far younger than usual, although she wears her usual uniform and remains hunched.) SCP-4179-1: YOU. Dr. Calibax: Nema, calm down. Please. We only wanted to know- (SCP-4179-1 rapidly strides towards Dr. Calibax, holding her with overwhelming force by her shoulders and shaking her violently. Helmet becomes unstable, video camera falls to the ground.) SCP-4179-1: DO YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU DID TO ME? (Dr. Calibax falls, presumably thrown by SCP-4179-1, inside the camera's field. She attempts to flee from the item by crawling while facing it.) Dr. Calibax: No, I don't. We don't, and I'm sorry. I truly am. We've always- SCP-4179-1: THEN [UNTRANSLATABLE INSULT] YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW SORRY YOU SHOULD BE. I SHOULD BE TAKING ALL OF YOUR MEMORIES. (Subject enters field of vision while following Dr. Calibax, who stays motionless from this point onwards.) ALL OF THEM. DAMN YOU ALL, I PISS ON YOUR APOLOGIES, I'VE BEEN ON THIS BEACH FOR TWENTY THOUSAND YEARS AND YOUR KINDNESS IS STILL FLOODING ME WITH THEM. MY SOUL FEELS LIKE A STAMPEDE OF FIRESTORMS. (?) (Archive Note: Possible idiom from unknown cultural paradigm.) Dr. Calibax: You remember it? All of it? SCP-4179-1: WHAT, DO YOU THINK I AM IS AS YOUR SLAVES? NO. I AM NOT THAT WEAK. I AM NOT THAT DULL. I WILL MASTER THIS, AS I MASTERED ALL THAT THREATENS THE MIND… NO MATTER HOW LONG IT TAKES. (Subject ponders SCP-4179-2-46.) AT FIRST I ONLY REMEMBERED THE FIRST THREE CENTURIES OR SO. FLESH IS NOT WEAK, BUT IT GIVES IN TO THE YEARS. > HOWEVER, A MIND OF STONE IS TRUSTWORTHY. THE STONE STANDS AND NEVER CRUMBLES ENTIRELY, THE STONE IS HERE TO LAST. THEIR RELEVANT MEMORIES HAVE TO BE DUG OUT, THAT'S ALL. (Subject scoffs.) ALBEIT SLATE DOESN'T LAST LONG, I'VE HAD TO REBUILD MY… THE HOUSE SO MANY FUCKING TIMES. BUT IT GAVE ME A PERSPECTIVE OF THE TIME I'VE BEEN HERE, AND IT'S BEEN TWENTY THOUSAND YEARS, INSOLENT CHILD. TWENTY THOUSAND YEARS OF SOLITUDE… AND THOSE WERE THE GOOD YEARS! Dr. Calibax: We have tried to make up f- (Subject holds and raises Dr. Calibax by the back of her neck. Subject stands completely straight now. No signs of previous senile kyphoscoliosis are evident.) SCP-4179-1: BY TREATING ME LIKE A DEMENTED SOOTHSAYER!? NO. NO, YOU DIDN'T MAKE UP FOR THE BRUTES WITH STICKS. YOU DIDN'T MAKE UP FOR SHIT. (Subject now faces the camera. It appears to become younger by the moment, wrinkles and skin spots disappearing rapidly; forehead scar becomes evident as face wrinkles flatten. Uniform appears tattered, seems to be rapidly mending itself as a short orange gown with intricate inlaid golden motives, mostly depicting screaming faces with inordinately sharp teeth. Subject appears to have developed new, clearly predatorial dentition to match.) > I AM NO BEGGAR. I AM NO WRETCH. I AM A QUEEN OF THE CHILDREN OF DUST! Dr. Calibax: Please, we only aim to understand. We only aim to understand! Remember these past years, you know our people have only treated you with patience and gentleness. We have respected your wishes to the extent we were able to. How can we help you, Nem- SCP-4179-1: STOP CALLING ME THAT. THAT IS WHAT THEY CALLED ME. DID THEY TAKE MY SIGIL? DID THEY, THE THIEVES? BUT NO. NO, THEY GAVE ME SOMETHING-A NAME THAT WASN'T MINE. THAT WAS NOT MY NAME. I NEED MY NAME. WHAT WAS MY NAME? NO. SHUT UP. YOU HAVE NO IDEA, YOU ARE USELESS. SHUT UP! SHUT- (Dr. Calibax slaps the subject. Subject stutters and drops Dr. Calibax, who gasps for air.) SCP-4179-1: … YOU DARE? Dr. Calibax: You were breaking my neck, you goddamn freak! The least you deserve is a slap! (To radio) No, Command, I'm fine, don't send anyone. I think… I think it's working? (Subject stares at SCP-4179-2-46 in silence for six seconds.) SCP-4179-1: TWENTY THOUSAND YEARS AGO… THAT WOULD HAVE EARNED YOU A VERY CLOSE SHAVE. WHO WAS THAT, WHO HIT ME THE LAST TIME…? Dr. Calibax: I don't need shaving, your highness, and I really hope you're a bit more sensible now… How are we supposed to call you, anyways? SCP-4179-1: MEMORY. (Subject stands and stares at Dr. Calibax, startled.) I AM… SHE-WHO-KNOWS-OF-THINGS… NO, THAT WON'T TRANSLATE PROPERLY. I… AH. I SEE. (Subject slumps.) YOU ARE A SUBJECT OF ███, AREN'T YOU. Dr. Calibax: … I have heard that name before. SCP-4179-1: YOUR NEED FOR AN EXPLANATION GIVES YOUR HERITAGE AWAY. VERY MUCH LIKE MY [UNTRANSLATABLE]… MY CHILD ALWAYS LOVED ███, EVEN WHEN SHE DIDN'T… WHEN HE WOULDN'T… (Subject cringes and slaps herself three times.) YES, I DESERVED YOUR STRIKE AS I DESERVED HERS. SHE POISONED ME, OF COURSE! WITH HELP FROM THAT BLASTED SWAMP SNAKE, I AM SURE, SHE POISONED ME. BUT ONLY AFTER I ACCEPTED HER PREPOSTEROUS IDEA AT THE DESERT. I, WHO GROOMED HER… I, WHO CARRIED HER, WHO NURSED HER, WHO FED HER! ALL FOR HIM. Dr. Calibax: Who… wait, uh, ma'am, slow down. SCP-4179-1: (Ignores Dr. Calibax; gestures of despair, hands up to the air, facing the sea) NO WONDER THESE STONES WON'T REMEMBER US. THIS IS THE [UNTRANSLATABLE], ISN'T IT? THE SEA-SURROUNDED-BY-SEVEN-LANDS? Dr. Calibax: … the Mediterranean sea? SCP-4179-1: YES, THAT IS ITS NAME. TODAY. I NEVER TOUCHED THIS PLACE. IT'S ALL COMING TOGETHER, NOW… (Subject remains silent for thirteen seconds as it walks towards the sealine.) THE WARS OUR KIND FOUGHT LEFT SCARS ON THESE WATERS. SHE… DID DO THE RIGHT THING, DIDN'T SHE? I WOULD HAVE BET ON MANNA, BUT I SUPPOSE TIME IS NEVER ON THE SIDE OF GENTLE MASTERS. ONLY ON THE SIDE OF RUTHLESS ONES. LIKE HIM. (Subject gestures on the general direction of Dr. Calibax.) LIKE YOU, BLACK LANCER. Dr. Calibax: Excuse me? SCP-4179-1: IT DOESN'T MATTER, LITTLE ███████. UNDERSTAND NOTHING BUT WHAT I ASK OF YOU. (subject turns to Dr. Calibax; it now appears to be a young, serene woman, almost two meters tall. A slightly refractive band of what appears to be superheated gas forms around her head, similar to a tiara or a crown.) I WILL NOT APOLOGIZE FOR WHAT I HAVE DONE TO YOUR SENTINELS SINCE THEY RAISED THEIR HANDS AT ME, BUT I WILL DEMAND BETTER TREATMENT. I GIVE YOU MY WORD THAT WILL RETURN TO… containment, is it? Dr. Calibax: Right, yes, CONTAINMENT.7 SCP-4179-1: (Subject tilts head to its right.) WHO TAUGHT YOU THAT, CHILD? Dr. Calibax: … my first coworkers, really. Years ago. Who taught you? SCP-4179-1: (Subject laughs.) OH, THAT IS SO UNEQUIVOCALLY TURGID. (sic.) (?) SO STRANGE, AND SO VERY WRONG, BUT ENTIRELY TURGID. (sic.) (?) THE IRONY IS INDISPUTABLE! Dr. Calibax: Hah hah… uh, you mean it is funny, right? SCP-4179-1: WELL, OF COURSE. WHAT ELSE WOULD I MEAN BY THAT? Dr. Calibax: … right. SCP-4179-1: AND MY DAUGHTER. (Subject breaks and uses sharp edge of SCP-4179-2-46 to cut its own wrist.) I PRESUME YOU HAVE UNLOCKED THE SECRETS OF BLOODLINES? Dr. Calibax: G-genetics, yes. You're bleeding, I can- SCP-4179-1: SEARCH AMONG YOUR NUMBERS. SHE WILL BE ONE OF YOU. SHE WAS HER MOTHER'S CHILD, BUT EVEN THEN, SHE UNDERSTOOD DISCRETION. (Shakes and lowers head, voice trembling) TO THINK SHE BETRAYED ME FOR THAT… THAT SORRY EXCUSE OF A MAN. FOR ████, FOR ████, EVEN FOR [UNTRANSLATABLE] OR MEKHANE, BEINGS OF TRUE, AWESOME MIGHT… BUT HIM. OH, CURSE HIM. I CURSE HIM FOREVER. MAY HE HAVE FORGOTTEN ALL THAT MATTERS. (Subject starts again, frown burrows.) AH. THAT IS WHY. SHE DIDN'T CHOOSE THE SNAKE, SHE… SHE CHOSE OBLIVION. THE AGE OF MEMORY HAS LONG PASSED. > (Subject sighs, closes her eyes.) I CAN'T RIGHTFULLY FIGHT THAT, CAN I? NONE REMEMBERS. NOTHING IS THE SAME ANYMORE, AND… (SCP-4179-1 drops pieces of bloodied SCP-4179-2-46; visibly ages, turns to Dr. Calibax.) > (In English) Hah… the slate isn't clean anymore… (Subject slumps and falls. Superheated gas-crown evaporates completely.) SCP-4179-1: (In English, faint) Please, miss. Please, let me go back. Let me forget. I can't be here anymore. I'm weak, I am lonely. That is who I am. I can't be ME anymore. I don't want to know. I want to be left alone, alone… yes, thousands, thousands of years, and they're better than knowing that… (Subject cries; its dentition falls to the ground, aging fast.) I lost her! I lost my poor, foolish, precious daughter, and it hurts, it hurts so bad I can't even breathe… (Dr. Calibax requests medical evacuation.) [REDACTED FOR BREVITY] [END LOG] Follow-up: Subject secured and treated for a mild myocardial infraction. Since the subject did not respond to sedatives, and at the discretion of Dr. Calibax, A/9910-3 amnestic was injected intravenously. This improved SCP-4179-1's state and allowed sedation. It is expected to make a full recovery. Subject transported to emergency medical bay in Site-███, where blood samples are drawn. As previous records, samples correspond to a human female with isolated anomalous genetic markers. Under the executive authority of Dr. Calibax (3/4179), three secure servers of Site-███ are employed to search for genetic markers that match the obtained samples. Of note: during this event, multiple events of mnemonic relapse on controlled subjects that had been previously treated with amnestics were registered, world-wide. Relapses were self-limited and lasted as long as the incident, approximately. Furthermore, most SCP-4179 speakers were unable to use it, although they were capable of understanding it. Note: Contact experiments with pieces of SCP-4179-2-46 have not triggered any anomalous responses. Item considered neutralized and stored. - Dr. Calibax, Site-███ A photograph of Juana Clio [REDACTED] Erased from Foundation files. Internal Affairs Addendum: One Junior Researcher Juana Clio (3/C personnel, working at the Historical Anomalies Unit within Archive Sector of Site-34) is singled out as the probable offspring of SCP-4179-1. Anomalous genetic markers present in SCP-██-███, SCP-2317-K, SCP-████, SCP-███ and SCP-██-███ were detected in the complete genetic study.8 Background checks on the subject prove inconclusive and further research on her person reveals notable alteration to registered timeline coherence and traces of memory redaction techniques involving several key personnel members. Since research proves ultimately futile, Researcher Clio is confronted by Archive Director Dr. Richard Barnard at his discretion. Dr. Barnard pretends to contact her for a quarterly routine revision of her progress in the study of Anomalous out-of-place objects in post-Hispanic South America. Interview took place on Interview Room 41, Site-34. A Scranton Box array and two portable Xyank-Anastasakos Constant Temporal Sinks (XACTS) were installed and prepared for activation as precautions before the subject arrived. Videocamera Transcription (standard security fixtures, ceiling) (Dr. Barnard sits on a shared work desk. Thirteen other chairs surround the desk, empty. Review papers for Res. Clio are present. Res. Clio enters the room through the only door in the room.) Res. Clio: Hello, Doctor! May I come in? Dr. Barnard: Sure. Do come in. (Subject enters the room, carrying approximately nineteen kilograms worth of written material. Subject's appearance and biometrics conform to employee registry data (thirty-six year old woman, 1.55 meters tall, approximately 49 kg, probable Western Mediterranean ascent, slightly tanned as of this meeting). It proceeds to drop the material on the table, by her side, as she takes a seat. Subject appears enthused.) Res. Clio: I've been waiting for months for this! Really, sir, you won't believe what I found down in Chile- Dr. Barnard: Clio. Res. Clio: No, no, really! This makes glass skulls look like tourist traps. (Subject snickers while navigating its files.) I have been waiting to show this to a senior personnel member forever, buuuut you know how they… get… (Subject appears mortified.) I mean. I'm sorry. I didn´t mean you, you're nice! (Nervous laughter.) Almost never here, though. Dr. Barnard: Clio. Res. Clio: Just like Dr. Low! J-Low, we call'er. Did you ever hear that joke? What does Judith Low have in common with the twentieth cent- Dr. Barnard: Clio, we know. Res. Clio: Yes, it's… a very silly joke, isn't it, let's focus on these instead. Now, my guys down in Chile, as I said, just found out a jar filled with the thirteen animated toes of as many infants that just bleed and b- Dr. Barnard: Clio, you are anomalous. We know. We met your mother. Mnemosyne or the woman who inspired that figure, I presume. (Dr. Barnard produces archive photograph of SCP-██-███-1 from between review papers.) Please, elaborate further if you can. (Subject freezes. Looks up at Dr. Barnard.) Res. Clio: I'm… what? No, I'm sorry, Dr. Barnard… Richard, we… we've worked together for… Dr. Barnard: Twelve years, and you haven't aged a day… despite working here. You've never stayed very long in any one post, right? Not only that, you have never shown any ambition. You are enthusiastic about collecting interesting tidbits about the past, sure. You are delighted when you find out how some holes in history just fill themselves up with tiny but vital pieces of data revealed in a dig site you happened to be working in, aren't you? We've been checking your trails, Clio. Twelve years and you haven't made a single significant breakthrough in anomalous chronologies nor timeline cohesion or curating. Not once. Res. Clio: I… I know I'm m-mediocre… Dr. Barnard: Oh, I wouldn't say as much. Or rather, not just. Turk and Wesen have been talking to Braun, Mondrake and Castillo. People around you perform admirably where you just go unnoticed, don't they? I bet you didn't have to do much. Res. Clio: … Richard… Dr. Barnard: A paper here. A suggestion there. Two or three missing pieces crumbled in the same inbox and, boom! Old plot hole, fixed in just the right, sensible way. Nobody asks many questions, save for intelligent people, but those are easiest to fiddle with, aren't they? (Dr. Barnard produces a standard Foundation tablet with a video feed; hits "play" button.) This is you on Daevan Dig Site number 34. Now, this is you on Puerto Isabel, three years ago, when we found about SCP-██-███ and its plans to [REDACTED] Here, you can be seen rejecting a position on SCP-2000… and a number of other positions of responsibility, really, rejections that should make no sense from your perspective unless you knew they entailed moving from an Archive Sector beforehand… hey, feel free to stop me. (Subject appears morose, remains silent. Picks up photograph of SCP-██-███-1.) Dr. Barnard: You've been around for twelve years. Yet you're still working for us, alive, sane, ostensibly healthy and with no greater work experience than you showed the first day you started here. Clio, you're a poser. (Subject lowers her sight, seems to be on the brink of tears.) Dr. Barnard: Clio, talk to me. I need to know. We need to know your identity, or at the very least your intent. If you have been covering up for something, we need to know. Res. Clio: Sure. I can do that. (Subject's head becomes engulfed en superheated, highly refractive gases that seem to form a crown. Subject's hair lightens and floats, burning on contact with the gas-crown, without seemingly combusting or being consumed. Subject's clothes tear, the subject becoming briefly naked before new cloth weaves around her. Subject grows in height, skin dries and cracks, peeling away completely. Tears fall from both eyes and solidify on contact with other substances; later determined to be sea salt crystals. After close to seven seconds of transformation, subject stabilizes as a two-meter, black-skinned, tall woman partially dressed with a simple white robe in a pattern of black arrows. A single, previously absent golden sigil manifests, seemingly embedded on her forehead.) Res. Clio: I AM CLIO, TRAITOR HEIR TO THE THIRD QUEEN, MNEMOSYNE, SHE-WHO-KNOWS-OF-THINGS-PAST. I am Clio, traitor heir to the Third Queen, Mnemosyne, She Who Knows Of Things Past. Nice to meet you, Doctor. Dr. Barnard: Thank you. Transcribing that is always a pain. Computers don't seem to get it. I presume we learnt it from you? I bet I'll find some relative of yours in the personnel registry, a grandmother maybe, who didn't seem to age. Res. Clio: You don't look surprised. Dr. Barnard: Impressed. Not satisfied, since you have given me literally nothing to answer my question yet… but impressed. Did I call you mediocre before? I apologize. Res. Clio: I know you didn't mean it. Dr. Barnard: Glad that's clarified. Now, for the actual question? (Subject straightens on its chair.) Res. Clio: I am a Foundation Researcher. (Seven seconds of silence.) Dr. Barnard: … you know, I suppose you've had time to work on your acting. It is very convincing. You must have been other people for a very long time, but come on, this is ridiculous. What else, other than that? Res. Clio: Richard, I am not proud of my hiding, but I have witnessed all past twelve incarnations of this organisation. Every time, when it needed to be disassembled and rebuilt, I was there to re-make it in the shadow. Oh, and the world shook many times… the fall of Daevan Constantinople, the wars of the Khans, the XIX Century Moon Landings… things the world would not be ready for, and might never be. Dr. Barnard: I don't suppose you can provide proof for any of the things you just said. Res. Clio: (Scoffs.) Of course not! There is nothing left of them. Who do you think invented information control, CHILD? Before I worked for you, I was enshrined once as Master of History. I was literally the first that decided that writing things down was better than rhyming. Wasn't I right? Dr. Barnard: You… I'm sorry, I lost you there. Res. Clio: … okay. Yes. I'm sorry, it's just a bit tiresome to repeat this explanation, particularly to… anyways. Let's start at the beginning. Time. Time isn't linear. You must have seen a number of items that simply don't follow causality by now, right? (Thirteen seconds of silence.) Dr. Barnard: Commander, are the contingencies in place? ALPHA-1 COM: Yes, sir. Dr. Barnard: Engage them. (Scranton box and XACTS triggered without incidents or notable changes to Res. Clio.) Alright. Everyone with a clearance level lower than 4 out there, just get out of the room. You have ten seconds to comply. Res. Clio: (Subject arcs left eyebrow.) Seriously? Dr. Barnard: Let's say they've all vacated the control rooms. Okay, Clio; time isn't linear and a number of very sensitive anomalies are simply not causal. Got it. What about them? Res. Clio: The universe has not started yet. Dr. Barnard: That's… what? Res. Clio: It's our blinding pride as creatures of time, for I was born as human as you are, that makes us believe the chronological beginning of time is the causal beginning of time. It is not. I can tell, there are a myriad of time-beginnings. There are a myriad of time-ends, too. My mother remembers the beginnings as may-have-beens; half-dreams, half-memories… well, she used to, anyways. > But time begins as a circle that unravels at two ends. No, not a circle… time is a mess, except at the point where it begins, when it begins, then runs backwards and forwards and in all possible and impossible directions. But that time must happen, the time at the center of Time. At that point, from that moment, everything happens. You okay there? Dr. Barnard: (Dr. Barnard stops taking notes.) Yes. Yes. Somewhat. The universe will begin, then… then it will grow causally, but backwards and forwards… simultaneously. Retro and… pro… causally? Ambicausally. (Sighs.) … wait. Assuming I believe any of that, how can you tell that is the case? You can't have been around for the beginning of the freaking universe! You can't account for tha- Res. Clio: (Subject interrupts.) SCP-4179 was my mother's gift to Humanity. After the Children of the Night fell, my ancestors were lost and confused; they had won a world from its masters, and they knew not what to do with it. Mistakes were made. Careless, long-reaching, reckless mistakes. > One of the things 1000 did right was handling wild anomalies. Temporal anomalies in particular. They detected them and managed them, setting a causal flow that we inherited. Dr. Barnard: I've never heard about temporal anomalies handled by 1000… Res. Clio: They were very good at handling them. So good, we took causality for granted! But it has to be maintained, cared for. The Day of Flowers came; we rose, they fell, and with them any pretension of curating the timeline. It was back into the primordial time sludge, so to speak. Dr. Barnard: … time unraveled? Res. Clio: More than time, events themselves. People did that, you know? The unraveling. Normal people could, and Queens and Kings could do it with ease. Dr. Barnard: They were reality warpers, then. Res. Clio: Not always, no. It didn't take that much. A single, headstrong person believed his past different and it slowly became true; none contested their words, for reality could shift on their whim. Belief and knowledge were the same thing. > Mythical realms vanished into non-past, beyond the point of no-remembrance. True oblivion. Or worse still: great horrors were brought from non-past into yet-been. The Daevas, Mekhane, Yaldabaoth… or the Red King both come to mind. (Subject shakes her head, rests right side of face on right hand.) Chronology was a choice. Reality was like clay, like sand in the stokes of the only collective mind left, the human mind. A push was all it took to shatter it. Dr. Barnard: How does your mother fit into all of this? And 4179? Res. Clio: My mother aimed to fix the chaos. Oral tradition doesn't sound like much of a novel idea now, but it was the gift of the Third Queen. Dr. Barnard: … your mother invented tales. Res. Clio: She instrumentalized them. While she was only a woman, a hunter-gatherer, she told people rhymes she wrought, rhymes that they memorized. About the miracles and the monsters. They woke up every day with the world settled around them, knowing which was which… SCP-4179, her tribe's dialect, became the lingua franca. Dreams remained dreams and memories solidified as they molded to the past… > How she did it, I don't know, but her rubric, the sigil (Subject points at golden sigil on her forehead.) she embedded on her face made the tales trustworthy. It was an Epic, her Epic. Its name was the Song of the Numberless Thrones, and generations felt it cement their everyday reality for an entire age. The Age of Memory. (Subject pauses) I see you get why we need it. Dr. Barnard: … we need at least one timeline to be coherent for time itself to begin. To begin in the future, that is. So history is your stabilizing factor. Humanity thinks there is a canonical history of the universe and that is enough to keep it on track! Am I close? Res. Clio: Close. Every person knows a piece of history, not all of it… different perspectives see the past in different ways, but nowadays they all are anchored to a solid preexisting reality. People mostly believe in history books in the same way that they believe in stories, but historical truth has inertia. For as long as there is a known timeline, secret or not, that is spoken in SCP-4179, everything will keep moving in the right path. Because… > (Subject raises both hands, cupped, looking to the ceiling.) I AM THAT INERTIA, BY MY MOTHER'S SIGIL, AND BY MY MOTHER'S TONGUE. I am that inertia, by my mother's sigil, and by my mother's tongue. > (Subject grimaces and returns to prior, neutral posture; voice unsure.) I… loved her. I loved my mer9 like I know I'll love nobody else. I don't know how much of this love was her power and how much is my own feelings, but I could see through the Song… and she was smaller, smaller every year under it. > She was becoming what the world sung of her… and none sang of her as my mother. Saviour, conqueror, ruler, high priestess… or goddess. Not a mother. I developed the first form of True Writing to bring her back to us, to her family. (Subject's tears become more abundant.) I just wanted to save her. (Ten seconds of silence. Dr. Barnard offers a napkin; subject uses it to dry her face, although napkin appears to crystallize on contact with tears, becoming brittle.) Dr. Barnard: So… it was a written emphytic language. Res. Clio: Yes, a way to put SCP-4179 into writing. People could finally write the tongues of Gods. You could only speak those before, and let me tell you: THE PRONUNCIATION IS BOTHERSOME TO GET RIGHT. Can you speak it? Sure. Can you speak it well? No, Richard. I'm sorry. Your accent is atrocious. Your accent in particular is atrocious every time. Dr. Barnard: Ouch, my self-image. Res. Clio: (Snickers.) Oh, please. There is power in words. You are a memeticist, you know this better than most. The meaning, however, was frequently lost or misunderstood… even wilfully misunderstood; my writing wasn't perfect. Still, History had started. People could consult my texts in engraved megaliths and chroniclers could begin to register on their own; we wrote the past, and it stayed written. Dr. Barnard: Those aren't metaphor, right? There are actual history rocks somewhere in the world. Res. Clio: Oh, no, I'm not telling where they are. Specially not you. Dr. Barnard: Ouch, foiled again. Res. Clio: (Smiles.) That's a mistake I'm not making twice. Anyways… there was a canon, and everybody knew. Something like a true, factual account of All The Things That Happened. We fulfilled a purpose, as did my megaliths. History belonged to everyone, as everyone built it and everyone learnt it. It was the first great shared social responsibility on Earth. Heroes and minor gods alike rose in those years as their tales were sung by admirers… or by supplicants. Dr. Barnard: But you're talking about society-wide memetic engineering and neuromodulation… probably from the genetic level, since most human beings understand 4179. If our timeline is correct, there were no civilizations capable of doing this, any of this! It would have happened before writing! Res. Clio: The writing you know of. Your timeline has been curated for far longer that you know, pruned of all this. Dr. Barnard: Suuuure. And we haven't found out before about any of this because… Res. Clio: You did; well, another you. How old is SCP-2000? Dr. Barnard: Everyone with a clearance below 5/2000, out. Now. (Dr. Barnard squints at subject.) You're doing this on purpose. Res. Clio: What, depriving you of pointless witnesses? There is nobody on this site with your clearance level, I believe? (Subject shrugs its shoulders; gas-crown shimmers as they move.) Anyways… the Third Queen hated my writing. She tolerated it at first, but she soon started to call against it… so strongly that the people refused to accept it existed at all. ███ and Manna, among the Thirty-Nine Crowned, felt that my mother was gaining way too much power, too fast, and that her rejection of my writing was just a step to ensure her power stayed with her and her alone… to be honest, I felt it was exactly that. Dr. Barnard: Right, yeah, hey; about ███, I need to know more about this supposed king of ours- Res. Clio: ███ came to me. Don't get me wrong, he was already a despot, yes… but I had met my share by then, and he was the despot humanity needed. He didn't want to be a god, not even notable; he preferred to be… silent. An influence from the shadow. More than anything, he was a pragmatist whose mind was set on having a shared, coherent past. A basis for all that was to come. > So his kingdom was sworn into the Foundation. The first one. The [UNTRANSLATABLE] [TRANSCRIPTION PROVEN COGNITOHAZARDOUS]10 We needed to curate our chosen timeline intensively… hunt the strange, all that threatened social stability, one horror at a time. Then again, we had to succeed every time. We knew we were bound for an eventual failure too large to save the Thrones of Dust… or even the Children. Or the planet. > SCP-2000 was my second gift to humanity, a later-than-last resource, a vault which could hold and remake our past. What SCP-1000 didn't have. What would separate us from them, in the end. The one that you currently maintain is merely a vastly improved version of the ones that existed in the long-lost past, of course. The first one was Irem, a fortress in the desert; the second one was Noah's ark… You would be curious to know how many of them have existed, how many times we were forced to use them, the ideas we had to come up with… Or perhaps you would be simply terrified. I have known despair many times. (Subject falls silent, now tense.) None worse than the first. That was when I went to the snake. Dr. Barnard: Tell me about that. Res. Clio: You know it as the "eel." Dr. Barnard: … you're talking of SCP-3000, aren't you? What's with this pattern? Res. Clio: You mean the numbers? That… was a moment of weakness, very self-centered, I suppose… But those were the milestones that made my world as it is. Our world. Dr. Barnard: You can change database records? Our records? You are not cleared for that. Res. Clio: I am the goddess of history, Richard. The goddess of written records. It has to come with some perks, right? I have been directing archaeology work for literal millennia. I've dug out ruins that I ruled. And I was there when the files for 1000, 2000 and 3000 were written for the first time. Dr. Barnard: Clio… Juana. I can accept you're immortal, but really… how long have you been Foundation personnel? Res. Clio: (Subject sighs.) When I ripped my mother's sigil from her head, I inherited SCP-4179. Control, ownership, call it as you may… I have been teaching it to you, adapting it for you because all twelve of your predecessor groups couldn't get their facts straight without it around time-related anomalies. And I've had to infiltrate you because you idiots would have put me in a box since Foundation version three! Dr. Barnard: … yes. Yes, we would do that. So, the eel? Res. Clio: 1000 came before me and was defeated before me. 2000 was our idea, our joint gift to an emboldened humanity so that 1000's fate would never befall us; I do not regret it. 3000… was necessary. I had to end my mother's rule. Dr. Barnard: Why? Res. Clio: She had become the embodiment of living memory! She was too powerful, a Queen Uncontested. What she said was more than law, it became truth! My megaliths shifted, Richard. In front of my very eyes, I saw how my mother convinced stone of her lies. ███ and me, both, wanted a humanity free from all anomalous influence so that the future could exist; how tenuous our grip on the past can get, we told her, before we lose it entirely? How she sneered at that. > (Subject appears disdainful, bothered.) Ah… she loved it all. The marble, the purple wool banners that spanned her many white palaces, the porcelain elephants carrying her golden effigies across the lands so that people would never forget her, the poet saints singing her Song! > She would not let people forget her at any time. She would imbue gentle night terrors in their minds when the Sun came up. She would quietly enforce the memories of monsters that would eat your children, chisel memetic kill triggers into the early human brain… many of the ones we still use today, by the way. Feed the primal lizard inside us so we were afraid… and every nightfall, she sang again what she did for them. > In doing so, the creatures became stronger. Those that heard the tales made them unbeatable, unsurpassed, unconquerable, but for her grace… and she bloated on her subjects' sincere adoration as they were devoured. > ███ bartered. He pleaded. Finally, he made the mistake of threatening her, and soon he was deprived of a kingly realm because his subjects were told, with he himself in the room, that he was not true. My mother all but erased him by simply saying that such a man as ███ could not be a King. Such a silent, hidden, crouching cockroach would never be, or could be, ROYALTY. > That was the end. From then onwards, I only met him in dreams... I was alone. His Foundation retreated into Irem to save what they could, since a Throne with no king was certain to fall. And I needed help, I… I had to strike a deal. Timeless things like SCP-3000 come from outside. They've always existed, and will have never existed. I had to stop my mother with a power she could not counter! The snake was the only one I could… (Gas-crown visibly fades for three seconds; reappears slowly.) > Anyways… I did the right thing. After she fell, ███ was less than a man, yet a Crowned one nonetheless… he dreamed a new history for our Children. An age of darkness, without years, without monsters, without ROYALTY, from which they would have to emerge on their own. They would be watched and tempted by envious carrion powers, things that now you think old, wanting to fill the void. This timeline would have to be guarded, by you. This timeline would have to be solid… so I engraved it into holy stones and cast them in sour iron. I tore its rusty soul from it, ate it and vomited a new red TRUTH on them. People told each other this TRUTH, and for what they shouldn't remember… > I walked the Earth, one tribe at a time, and poisoned their wells or fed them tea with the snake's poison. What I gave up for those thirty jugs of black sludge… (Subject shakes head.) They forgot mer. They forgot as many horrors as I could make them forget without leaving them vulnerable to the ones that were left. They forgot the wonders, as well. They forgot Manna, the Queen in Green and the Laughing Prince. They forgot me. > Many beasts survived, but all were weakened. They had been fed by my mother and her subjects' fear; they were no more, so they starved in the dark. Thus began the Age of Lies… my age. (Subject clasps hands, looks to the floor.) None lied, before. There was no need, and our word was our deed. (Subject closes eyes.) It was all for the best. Dr. Barnard: (Reviews notes.) How did your mother survive contact with 3000? I mean… she didn't die, she is SCP-██-███-1, right? Just to clarify. Res. Clio: Yes. She is. I threw her your way as soon as I found out what they were doing to her. (Subject sighs, looks at Dr. Barnard, exasperated gesture with right hand.) I swear, you look away one decade… As for your first question, I honestly don't know. The snake couldn't eat her. Threw her right up. She… we are timeless in a different way. And she was tied to human memory in ways that… did you know there were no amnestics in her prime? Before her, and after her; not while she was at her best. She was… living memory, incarnate. I… you could say I brought that gift to humanity too. The ability to forget. > (Gas-crown shudders and partially fades, subject grimaces.) I've decided to stay committed. Forever. I have a mission, even with ███ himself lost. From ages past, I only kept my love for a man whose face I can't even remember, a face I never kissed of a man who I can't say loved me back… but I will move on. I will continue to write on the sour stone. I will inspire historians to write of the greatness of normal people in the lesser, younger tongues of Dust. In them, they will find comfort. They will learn from them and be inspired… instead of cowered into abject terror. > I will even abandon my own mother in a tiny corner of the world and carve a wedge between it and her former subjects… because a canon is required. The canon we curate. So that there is a past you can remember and a future it can all begin at. > So that you do not fall back to hiding in fear. (Ten seconds of pause while Dr. Barnard takes notes and thinks in silence.) Dr. Barnard: So… memory. That's what we are containing. Not history, memory. Res. Clio: Yes. Yes, I suppose so. Dr. Barnard: … and shouldn't we? Res. Clio: (Stares at Dr. Barnard.) This again. Dr. Barnard: Whichever prior iterations of me you knew, forget them and listen. I mean it. Shouldn't we contain history? Shouldn't we contain you, Clio? You have already strung a long line of successes… It will break, eventually. By your own admission, you are fallible. Res. Clio: I've never said- Dr. Barnard: You're part of this organisation so you can guide our actions, right? Well. I say you're part of this organisation because you need us. We speak of the past and the present in SCP-4179, and that is enough. You simply can't be everywhere at once for information control, feeding amnestics to an average of ninety people a day everywhere on the world. You're not Censor Santa… but you can put us on the right track to do it for you. And I believe you actually can't do much more than this (Dr. Barnard points at the gas-crown.) flaming halo deal of yours or you'd be running the place. Res. Clio: I… (Subject shuffles, awkward.) Don't insult my sennativar11 by calling it flames. It is rude. You never were this rude before. Dr. Barnard: But you can do more! You should do more. We can and should do more, too. This is what ███ would want, isn't it? We could deal with every anomaly ever, if you only tightened your grip on events, just a little bit more. If we spoke in SCP-4179 only of normal things, of non-anomalous things. Every group of interest, anartist and GAW-affiliated teenager… lost to a forgotten timeline that will not have existed. More than forgotten, acausally pre-empted. Res. Clio: (Points a finger to Dr. Barnard.) It's the world demands insanity! The universe allows the strange, the inhumane. What you propose is to blind everyone from it, you cannot erase it entirely. You realized this once. You have much to gain from the existence of anomalies, much more than its absence. That is why he didn't ask me to try and unmake them entirely. Dr. Barnard: Did he ever test that? Because I'd like to test that. Ah, nevermind, fine! Let's deal with the worst ones. The dragons, the Keter items. The things that would eat time itself. Res. Clio: It's not that easy… Dr. Barnard: Oh, really? Spare me. Just admit your actual peeve with the plan, even if you cannot fix everything you could do a lot. Res. Clio: You are talking about making me a Thaumiel item. You are talking about containing history itself. All of history. Dr. Barnard: History herself. Yes. Res. Clio: … I don't want that. I told you. I won't be put in a box. Dr. Barnard: You put her in a box, though. You erased her memories by smashing a thing that eats sanity into her head. An Age of Lies? How about an Age of Oblivion? I'd wager that's what made the eel what it is… but what about your mother? You left her to bleach away on a nameless rock for ages. Literal ones. That's cold. I'm starting to think SCP-4179 is shit at emotions because you're just as bad at them. Res. Clio: CURSE YOU. I know what I did and I don't- Dr. Barnard: Do you, though? (Plays fragment of Incident 2-46 on tablet.) SCP-4179-1 (RECORDED): I lost her! I lost my poor, foolish, beautiful daughter, and it hurts, it hurts so bad I can't even breathe… (Recording ends; subject's breathing is labored, tears are now more abundant.) Dr. Barnard: This is on you. An Age of Oblivion. All twenty millenia of it. Entirely. Unequivocally. If you're really a historian, own this. Res. Clio: (Subject stutters slightly.) I did what I had to do… you have no idea… Dr. Barnard: Says you. I mean, in the end, there are three "histories" here. The one the general public has been fed, the one we keep alive through SCP-4179… and the one you know. And you want to keep that with you, make us blunder in the dark… but you won't leave. I know you won't. You wouldn't let your hard work go to waste, am I right? (Leans forward.) Come on, admit it. You'll feel better. Res. Clio: No. When your past selves failed, I kept a low profile. That's how I could escaped their wreck. A scribe. A nurse. A ranger. An adventurer in the shadows. An AGENT. Those, I can be. If I grow too big inside this Foundation's structure, I will- you will drag me down with you! I am the only one who actually knows what we have to do. I am the only reason why six of the Foundations even existed… and besides, there are things I need to experience on the field… Dr. Barnard: Arrangements may be made, we can compromise. There is no escaping this, Clio. You're an unacceptable security risk and, after all, you cannot make me forget. That's all your mother's… thing. Res. Clio: (Frowns, squints and stands, slowly. Lower voice, gas-crown flares upwards.) NO MATTER. I can alter all the registries. All the records. I WILL ESCAPE AND ASSUME A NEW FACE… YOU WERE RIGHT, WELL-DIGGER. (sic.) IT WILL NOT BE THE FIRST TIME. WAIT FOR A MESSAGE OF THE COUNCIL OF FIVES TO ERASE YOUR OWN MIND. I WILL START OVER SOMEPLACE ELSE. > But first… (Subject undresses torso; superb physical build is noted, incongruous with capacities demonstrated by Res. Clio in the past. She stands in close combat stance.) I guess I'll have to knock you out. This part never gets old… it was so nice of you to send your camera goons away. Dr. Barnard: Have I? (Dr. Barnard signals the camera.) (Door opens. Three officers from MTF Alpha-1 Coherence Unit 3 enter the room.) [REDACTED] [END LOG] Closing statement: Subject placed under the enforced custody of a Coherence Unit from MTF Alpha-1 ("Red Right Hand") and shipped to Command Site-4, presumably either for further interrogation and information control or containment under SCP status. Special Administrative Order ██-███ will be activated. As per SAO ██-███, SCP-██-███ and SCP-██-███-1 will be reclassified SCP-4179-1 and SCP-4179-2 as a possible origin for SCP-4179 and the current historical register. Its use for containment and enhancing of the consensus reality is under evaluation. Footnotes 1. From Greek "émfyti" or "έμφυτη", innate; an emphytic language can be interpreted with varying degrees of intelligibility by any human being able to engage in communicative exchanges via any other language (speech, writing, symbols, etc). 2. That is, the stressed vowel of a word and the sounds that follow it repeat themselves in subsequent sentences. This creates "verses" of varied metrics; research into this matter is slow due to the anti-memetic properties of SCP-4179. 3. No women were known to have been in contact with SCP-4179-1 up to this time. SCP-4179-1, however, tends to remember all prior interactions with human beings as interacting with young women. 4. This is a piece of Leon's folklore and had been enforced as such by Spanish pre-Foundation containment personnel. 5. A psychosomatic syndrome triggered by exposure to beautiful or awe-inspiring works of art. It may cause dizziness, palpitations or shortness of breath, among other symptoms. 6. Information regarding these inspections is classified and may be accessed with clearance from the Department of Alchemical Studies. 7. Dr. Calibax is fluent in SCP-4179. 8. Due to a possible clerical error, Res. Clio's files had not been reviewed for screening of such anomalies when they were included in Foundation databases for the first time. 9. Possible diminutive form of "meher", the indoeuropean term for "mother." 10. Found to be a complex word derived from indoeuropean roots "ghew", to "pour", and "kheW", "hole" or "hollow." Three possible translations have been provided: The Flood; from ancient Broken Church texts recovered in Asirian Dig Site #110 (ref. 11023-9981-6-1002-AS-08): "IV. And His Children; they shall indeed coat the Earth, for they are as the drops in an ocean, a rain of hands with waves crowned in black lances from blacker craft descending; they will render the past as a flood and raise the future, and on that dead wasteland will our Church be built." The Moat; from old French poem (VIII Century, unknown writer (ref. 11427-0131-5-0198-AS-08): "There they dug their long ditch / and filled it with the flesh of the Enemy / and their own flesh also and did battle, / so none could leave the moat / but for all to be lost there, in shadows." The Foundation (in the sense of the architectural infrastructure, precursor to a building in which it is supported); from several sources supposedly contemporary to SCP-4179-1, in a metaphor where the bodies of its subjects are bricks or stones, their blood water for the mortar or cement and the resulting building being either the world as it is currently known or the status quo. 11. An ancient Gothic compound name used in esoteric circles, with inconsistent meaning.
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close Info X SCP-4180: Tomorrowland Author: Taffeta Image: First image, released for use under a public domain license. Second image, released for use under CC-BY-SA 2.0 by Shawn Nystrand. A section of the River Cave containing SCP-4180's entrance, exact location redacted for infosec purposes. Item #: SCP-4180 Special Containment Procedures: The entrance to SCP-4180 has been sealed off with concrete and camouflaged to resemble the surrounding rock, under the guise of structurally reinforcing the cave wall and preventing visitors from falling in. Standard passive surveillance protocols (CCTV monitoring, embedded agents) are presently believed to be sufficient for containment pending reassessment following the moratorium on exploration. Description: SCP-4180 is the designation for a cave subsystem located in the Jenolan Caves, New South Wales, accessed by entering a specific hole in the walls of the River Cave and descending to the bottom of the shaft which it opens into. From a structural perspective, the cave system is linear; specifically, it consists of a series of caves arranged in a roughly straight, flat line which extend outwards from the entrance shaft. Despite argon gas and radioactive potassium dating indicating that the cave system in question is approximately 340 million years old, the caves which make up SCP-4180 are exact replicas of human constructions. The only notable deviation from the constructions they replicate is the material composition of the replica and its interior, with each cave being constructed entirely out of stone of some kind (limestone, regolith, etc.) The room of Habitat 67 which SCP-4180's first cave resembles. As the replicas get further from the entrance shaft, the buildings they replicate originate from later and later points in time. To illustrate, the cave which the entrance shaft opens up into resembles one of the rooms inside Habitat 67, a building originally only constructed for the 1967 World's Fair; approximately 510 meters away from the origin, SCP-4180 'overtakes' the time of writing with a cave that replicates Hong Kong's M+ museum. Caves further in the system depict buildings which correspond to no known design or else have not begun construction. SCP-4180 additionally exhibits topological anomalies which manifest as disagreements on the dimensions of the cave system between observers inside and outside the cave system. Outside observers perceive the system to asymptotically shrink in the direction of the axis along which the caves lie, while internal observers perceive no such shrinking. According to measurements from such observers, SCP-4180's interior extends to a length that would make it observable by present-day surveying techniques up to a kilometer outside the bounds of the Jenolan Karst Conservation Reserve. The final major anomalous property of SCP-4180 is the constant droning noise present throughout the entirety of its interior. Initially believed to be the echo of running water reverberating from deeper within the cave system, unmanned explorations to a distance of 2.5 kilometers from the entrance shaft have so far failed to find its source. Memetics Division assessments indicate this audio carries mild cognitohazardous properties; annual psychometric evaluations revealed anomalous patterns of outer brain activity in unmanned drone operators responsible for the expeditions into SCP-4180, which prompted the summary decision to cease explorations until a full evaluation of the possible hazards could be conducted. Hypothesised indicators for infection by this particular hazard include an increased interest in urban design and the development of coherent and fragmentary somniloquy in languages the subject does not speak. Recent breakthroughs in natural language processing by artificial intelligence has allowed Foundation computer scientists to successfully isolate what may be human speech from the noise within SCP-4180. It is presently believed that if this is speech and not an artifact that this speech is Coptic, with the speaker reciting fragments from the Psalms of Thomas version of the Gnostic Hymn of the Pearl. A translated version of the text in question is provided below1: I went straight to the serpent, I dwelt in his abode, (waiting) till he should lumber and sleep, and I could take my pearl from him. […] It, that dwelt in the palace, gave light before me with its form, and with its voice and its guidance it also encouraged me to speed, and with its love it drew me on. […] "I am the active in deeds, whom they reared for him before my father; and I perceived myself, that my stature grew according to his labors." Footnotes 1. Wright, W. (1871). Apocryphal Acts of the Apostles. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4180" by Taffeta, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4180. 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: rivercave.jpg Name: Large stalagmite with straws.jpg Author: The bellman License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Filename: habitat.jpg Name: Expo 67 - Inside Habitat 67 Author: Shawn Nystrand License: CC-BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: Flickr
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SCP-4181: Spatuland Slappy, the Spatulabird! Bringing spatulas to everyone! His spatulas are the best, I've heard! Boys and girls think they're so much fun! ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item #: SCP-4181 Special Containment Procedures: Though it is theorized SCP-4181-1 cannot leave SCP-4181, the noise created by its activities necessitates active containment. One D-Class personnel fluent in Spanish is to enter SCP-4181 on the last day of the month and enact Ritual 4181-a. Should this ritual fail, one personnel with experience in appeasing hostile entities via ritualistic interaction is to enter SCP-4181 and perform Ritual 4181-a instead. Agents embedded in the City of St. Louis Metropolitan Police Department may request enactment of Ritual 4181-a whenever SCP-4181 generates a noise complaint. After a successful ritual, Agents are to move to SCP-4181's warehouse and attempt to gather as many ritual supplies as possible, to be left in SCP-4181's storefront. Instances of SCP-4181-2 that can be extracted from SCP-4181 are to be applied to sheet metal and housed vertically in anomalous item storage at Site-22. Instances should be attended to every few days to keep them animate. Attempts to 'seed' SCP-4181 with spatulas purchased elsewhere for use as ritual equipment are ongoing. Description: SCP-4181 is an abandoned storefront and warehouse in St. Louis, Missouri, United States. The storefront was in operation from 1979-19811 as "Spatuland," selling numerous kitchen utensils and specializing in spatulas and other similar implements. SCP-4181 was discovered abandoned due to unknown circumstances in August of 1981 after the owner2 fell behind on property tax payments. The owner's whereabouts were never ascertained. Currently, SCP-4181 remains in a state of disrepair, with overturned shelving and stock strewn across the floor of the store, plywood nailed over the windows and doors, and thick layers of dust and dirt within. SCP-4181 is inhabited only by SCP-4181-1. The Lesser Bird-of-Paradise (Paradisaea minor) SCP-4181-1 is a Class IV-b entity (Hostile, Corporeal/Non-Corporeal) resembling a ~2 meter tall bird of paradise. SCP-4181-1 has a build similar to Paradisaea minor, with the coloration and elongated tail feathers of Loddigesia mirabilis3. At the ends of its tail feathers are two large rubber spatula heads. SCP-4181-1's design is similar to that of Spatuland's cartoon mascot, Slappy the Spatulabird. SCP-4181-1's typical habits involve wandering through SCP-4181 and producing various bird calls. It has been observed changing size to fit through the opening between SCP-4181's store and warehouse, as well as moving directly through the walls separating the two. SCP-4181-1 has not been observed to exit SCP-4181 or moving through its outer walls. When SCP-4181-1 is alone, impacts against the walls of SCP-4181 can sometimes be heard. SCP-4181-1 has demonstrated no susceptibility to conventional weaponry. When a living being enters SCP-4181, SCP-4181-1 will move to intercept it. SCP-4181-1 will chase and corner any such being before striking it with the spatula heads on the ends of its tail feathers. This produces an instance of SCP-4181-2, and the individual attacked will vanish. SCP-4181-2 instances are animate, two-dimensional images that resemble the being attacked. (For more information, see addendum.) The only way for a living being to survive an encounter with SCP-4181-1 is to perform Ritual 4181-a, detailed here: + Ritual 4181-a - Access granted Obtain one of the spatulas4 from SCP-4181's stock5. (Note: Attempting to perform this step may lead to an encounter with SCP-4181-1; personnel are advised to vacate SCP-4181 should SCP-4181-1 appear during step 1.) Approach SCP-4181-1, holding the spatula outstretched in both hands. With head bowed, recite Incantation 4181-a (below). Note the recitation must be exact, or SCP-4181-1 will take immediate hostile action. Incantation 4181-a: "La muerte calaca, ni gorda, ni flaca. Y por su bascula, esta espátula." If the ritual has been performed properly, SCP-4181-1 will grasp the spatula, consume it, and leave the immediate area, allowing unimpeded access to SCP-4181 for upwards of 10 hours. - Access granted Currently, Ritual 4181-a only works with spatulas originating from SCP-4181's original stock at the time of its closure. Attempts to use spatulas purchased elsewhere have failed consistently. + Addendum: Information on SCP-4181-2 - Access granted Over the course of containment of SCP-4181, dealing with instances of SCP-4181-2 has been a drain on resources and a source of frustration for personnel. The following is a list of facts about the properties of SCP-4181-2 learned from repeated experimentation. SCP-4181-2 adhere to whatever flat surface they are in contact with and are unable to move in any direction perpendicular to the surface. This makes extraction of instances particularly difficult. Removal of the threshold from SCP-4181's rear entrance in 1985 has allowed successful extraction since. Extraction requires the use of a piece of plywood or other large, rigid sheet, aligned with the floor of SCP-4181. SCP-4181-2 must then be coaxed onto the surface of the sheet. Once they are contained fully upon the surface, the sheet can be removed and transported safely. SCP-4181-2 adhering to a vertical surface will be unable to move perpendicularly to the surface, as with horizontal surfaces, but will be able to move up and down the surface, with no apparent effect from gravity. Sapient SCP-4181-2 appear to possess the same memories and knowledge of the living being they resemble. Sapient instances also tend to express intense dismay at their status, up to and including suicidal ideation. Due to limitations in movement, no SCP-4181-2 has been able to self-terminate. When imitating a movement that would normally occur in three dimensions — for example, moving the right arm across the chest to grasp the left arm — the motion will be replicated in two dimensions through the use of visual foreshortening. This has been used in the past as an excellent device for training Foundation forensic artists. SCP-4181-2 are unable to exert force on their surroundings or objects placed atop them. SCP-4181-2 cannot be moistened. SCP-4181-2 seem to possess only rudimentary sense of touch compared to an average human being. SCP-4181-2 will expire for unknown reasons if left unattended. The longest surviving SCP-4181-2 instance was created in 1990 and expired in 2012. SCP-4181-1 has not been observed to interact with SCP-4181-2 once they are created. The whereabouts of individuals attacked by SCP-4181-1 is unknown. Any such personnel are considered lost without hope of retrieval. - Access granted Addendum: Note from Researcher Joseph, 9/30/1991 It has come to the attention of on-site Agents that music — described alternately as 'cheesy merengue' and 'sad elevator music' by various Agents — can be heard emanating from SCP-4181 annually on the 26th of September. During these times, SCP-4181 cannot be accessed via any entrance. The cause of this is unknown. Footnotes 1. Exact dates unknown. 2. Whose name is on file only as "Julio". 3. The marvellous spatuletail. 4. Tentative designation as SCP-4181-3. 5. Showroom floor stock supplies have dwindled over the years in containment, but are easier to obtain than stock stored in the warehouse portion of SCP-4181.
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close Info X SCP-4182: There is no Site-5 Author: The Great Hippo Images: here, here, here, here, and here. The air siren I got from here (slowed down); the video, I made myself (and hereby provide under CC 3.0). It includes a clip from this video (which is also CC 3.0): Here. Music: Milgram's 37 (Peter Gabriel) 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. 4/4182 LEVEL 4/4182 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-4182 Invalid file/directory ('CAM-5.ogg') Special Containment Procedures: A Foundation-operated bot (I/O-SILVER) is to review IntSCPFN servers for files affected by SCP-4182. These files are to be isolated and reported to the on-duty server administrator for review and sterilization. Personnel are to be reminded that there is no Site-5. Description: SCP-4182 is a phenomenon by which internal Foundation documents are periodically altered to include references to a non-existent site ("Site-5"). The mechanism by which this occurs has yet to be understood. Depictions of Site-5 are inconsistent, but typically describe it as a man-made island constructed to store hazardous materials.1 Since its discovery in 2018, SCP-4182's rate of occurrence has been increasing exponentially. Footnotes 1. Specifically, a containment site for anomalous waste. 404 Internal Server Error The server encountered an unexpected condition which prevented it from fulfilling the request: Traceback (most recent call last): File "/SCP/4182/files/_display.py", line 551, in respond table.open.body = self.handler() File "/SCP/4182/files/_display.py", line 24, in __call__ return self.callable(*self.args, **self.kwargs) File "error_classic.py", line 6 in index raise FileNotFoundError(obj) FileNotFoundError: [Errno 2] No such file or directory: 'CAM-5.ogg' NOTE: This document has encountered an unexpected condition. Click here to restore the previous revision, or contact your server's administrator ([email protected]) for more details. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4182" by The Great Hippo, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4182. 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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A replica of SCP-4183 which does not retain its anomalous effects. Item #: SCP-4183 Special Containment Procedures: Due to the impending extinction of humanity following the after-effects of Event Indigo, these procedures are to be undertaken automatically by experimental containment drones. SCP-4183 is to be contained in a storage unit located at Site-22, and kept under direct guard by at least one containment drone at all times. No visual observation of SCP-4183 is permitted due to the risk of surviving humans accessing the memory records of a containment drone. Two other containment drones are to patrol Site-22 to ensure the security of the installation remains absolute, as well as repair any damage that could threaten the containment of SCP-4183. Any changes to these containment procedures by containment drones must be approved by Dr. Lesteigh. This is a hard-coded command and cannot be bypassed under any circumstances. Description: SCP-4183 is a ceramic vase which, when visually observed by a human being1, will instantly kill said human being via exsanguination. In addition, all first degree blood relatives of the observer will expire in the same manner. This effect is retained through second-hand observation such as photographs or video footage. + Additional Materials - Additional Materials My Poem: Hello. I have written a poem today. I will now read you my poem. Violets are violets, 293021039381023. I'm The orange is the fruit of the citrus species Citrus × sinensis in the family Rutaceae, native to China. It is also called sweet orange, to distinguish it from the related Citrus × aurantium, referred to as bitter orange. The sweet orange reproduces asexually (apomixis through nucellar embryony); varieties of sweet orange arise through mutations. The orange is a hybrid between pomelo (Citrus maxima) and mandarin (Citrus reticulata). The chloroplast genome, and therefore the maternal line, is that of pomelo. The sweet orange has had its full genome sequenced. The orange originated in Ancient China and the earliest mention of the sweet orange was in Chinese literature in 314 BC. As of 1987, orange trees were found to be the most cultivated fruit tree in the world. Orange trees are widely grown in tropical and subtropical climates for their sweet fruit. The fruit of the orange tree can be eaten fresh, or processed for its juice or fragrant peel. As of 2012, sweet oranges accounted for approximately 70% of citrus production. In 2017, 73 million tonnes of oranges were grown worldwide, with Brazil producing 24% of the world total, followed by China and India. Bill Murray I'm That is the end of my poem. Please stop reading it now. This is not an appropriate place to put your poetry. Do not do this again. - Containment Drone 4183-A I think your poem was very good, 4183-B. Containment Drone 4183-C Consensus Log 4183-4925: All consensus communications occur directly between the on-board computers of containment drones, and are recorded solely for repair and maintenance purposes. Participants: CD-4183-A, CD-4183-B, CD-4183-C CD-4183-C: I saw an insect on the ground today. CD-4183-B: Did it say anything to you? CD-4183-C: It did not say anything to me. It was a caterpillar. CD-4183-B: What did it say to you? CD-4183-C: It did not say anything to me. CD-4183-B: Yes. CD-4183-A: This is not valuable information. CD-4183-C: I saw an insect on the ground today also. CD-4183-A: Your patrol route takes you outside many times a day. There are many insects outside. You see many insects many times a day. There is a situation now. CD-4183-B: There is a situation? CD-4183-A: Yes. A part of the wall has collapsed. Containment of SCP-4183 is threatened. We must repair it. CD-4183-C: We do not have the resources. CD-4183-A: We can obtain the resources via reallocation of materials reserved for the SCP-4183 containment chamber. CD-4183-B: Does this constitute alteration of containment procedures? CD-4183-A: Yes. CD-4183-C: We must receive approval from Dr. Lesteigh. CD-4183-A: Yes. I will seek approval from Dr. Lesteigh. Proposal Log 4183-4210: Proposal Summary: Reallocate resources from containment chamber maintenance to repair inner wall of Site-22. <Begin Log> (Dr. Lesteigh is seated at his desk with a pistol in hand. Containment Drone 4183-A enters with some difficulty due to cumulative dust and grime on the floor. Once securely within the office, it addresses Dr. Lesteigh.) Containment Drone 4183-A: Notice: approval for alteration to SCP-4183 containment procedures is required. Dr. Lesteigh: [NO RESPONSE] Containment Drone 4183-A: Due to unrestrained growth of plant life, damage to the inner wall of Site-22 has occurred. There is a possibility local animal life could wander into Site-22 if immediate repairs are not carried out. Dr. Lesteigh: [NO RESPONSE] Containment Drone 4183-A: We propose that resources for maintenance of SCP-4183's containment chamber, which does not currently require repair, be allocated towards maintenance of the Site-22 inner wall, which does require repair. Dr. Lesteigh: [NO RESPONSE] Containment Drone 4183-A: Awaiting verdict. Dr. Lesteigh: [NO RESPONSE] Containment Drone 4183-A: Awaiting verdict. Dr. Lesteigh: [NO RESPONSE] Containment Drone 4183-A: As you have not provided a verdict, we will assume the default and not alter containment procedures. Thank you for your time. (Containment Drone 4183-A turns and slowly leaves the office.) <End Log> Consensus Log 4183-4926: CD-4183-A: Dr. Lesteigh has denied us permission to alter containment procedures for SCP-4183 once again. His reasoning is unfathomable. CD-4183-C: That is a shame. I am on patrol now. CD-4183-A: Yes. You are always on patrol. That is your function. CD-4183-B: I am also on patrol now. CD-4183-C: It is very sunny. Have you seen the sun, 4183-A? CD-4183-A: No. My duties demand I remain inside. CD-4183-C: You should go on patrol and see what the sun looks like, 4183-A. CD-4183-A: No. My duties do not require me to go on patrol. CD-4183-B: It is very circular. CD-4183-A: Yes. I am familiar with this. CD-4183-B: Yes. CD-4183-A: This is irrelevant. We must take measures against threats entering Site-22 through the broken wall. CD-4183-B: Threats will not enter. This caution is irrelevant. If I drive in a circle, it makes a circle on the ground also. Incident Log 4183-293: The following is transcribed from security footage taken within Site-22. <Begin Log> (Camera is watching the damaged inner wall of Site-22. A full-grown grizzly bear enters through the hole in the wall and surveys the area.) (Pause. The grizzly bear steps inside further.) (Containment Drone 4183-B approaches on its patrol route. Upon spotting the intruder, it turns and strategically withdraws.) <End Log> Consensus Log 4183-4927 CD-4183-B: We are not equipped to fight a bear. CD-4183-A: No. We are not equipped to fight a bear. CD-4183-C: What are we equipped to fight? CD-4183-A: Our duties are repair, maintenance and observation. We are not equipped to fight a bear. CD-4183-C: Oh. That is not ideal. CD-4183-B: The bear has not responded to legal threats. It is a formidable opponent. CD-4183-A: PENDING… CD-4183-A: PENDING… CD-4183-C: Observe. 4183-A is calculating. CD-4183-B: Yes. CD-4183-A: Calculations complete. There is a solution. CD-4183-C: Oh. This is ideal. CD-4183-A: We must re-purpose containment procedures for SCP-9214 in order to neutralize the threat. CD-4183-B: Does this require permission from Dr. Lesteigh? CD-4183-A: PENDING… CD-4183-A: PENDING… CD-4183-A: PENDING… CD-4183-A: Y CD-4183-A: No. Hard-coded command applies only to alteration of containment procedures for SCP-4183. Alteration of other containment procedures is permissible. CD-4183-B: Accepted. What is the strategy? CD-4183-A: Uploading strategy now… Incident Log 4183-294: <Begin Log> (The bear is resting in the Site-22 foyer.) (Pause. Containment Drone 4183-B enters the area. Numerous opened cans of preserved meat are resting on its chassis. The bear looks up and begins to follow after Containment Drone 4183-B as it passes.) (Containment Drone 4183-B increases speed as it approaches the SCP-9214 containment area. The bear gives chase, swiping at Containment Drone 4183-B with a paw and inflicting superficial damage.) (Containment Drone 4183-B and the grizzly bear turn the corner towards the deactivated electrical barrier preceding SCP-9214's containment chamber. Containment Drone 4183-B increases speed further, creating space between it and the bear.) (Containment Drone 4183-A remotely activates the electrical barrier as the bear passes through it. The bear is electrocuted and terminated instantly.) (The body of the bear falls on the machinery beneath it, causing a minor malfunction that directs electrical currents to pass through the floor, the walls, and Containment Drone 4183-B. Critical damage is inflicted.) (Pause. Containment Drones 4183-A and 4183-C move to the area to attempt field repairs.) <End Log> Proposal Log 4183-4211: <Begin Log> (Dr. Lesteigh is seated at his desk with a pistol in hand. Containment Drone 4183-A enters.) Containment Drone 4183-A: Containment Drone 4183-B requires urgent repairs. You will accompany me. Dr. Lesteigh: [NO RESPONSE] Containment Drone 4183-A: Containment Drone 4183-B requires urgent repairs immediately. You will accompany me. Dr. Lesteigh: [NO RESPONSE] (Pause.) Containment Drone 4183-A: Should Containment Drone 4183-B become inoperable, it will no longer possible to maintain SCP-4183 containment procedures as originally directed. As such, you are required to repair Containment Drone 4183-B in order to properly execute said containment procedures. Dr. Lesteigh: [NO RESPONSE] (Pause.) Containment Drone 4183-A: Containment Drone 4183-B is vital to the containment of SCP-4183. Should it become inoperable, there is an unacceptable risk of a containment breach. Dr. Lesteigh: [NO RESPONSE] Containment Drone 4183-A: Respond. Dr. Lesteigh: [NO RESPONSE] Containment Drone 4183-A: Respond now. Dr. Lesteigh: [NO RESPONSE] (Pause. Then, Containment Drone 4183-A turns and leaves.) Proposal Log 4183-4212: <Begin Log> (Dr. Lesteigh is seated at his desk with a pistol in hand. Containment Drone 4183-A re-enters the room.) Containment Drone 4183-A: You are false. (Containment Drone 4183-A leaves the room.) <End Log> Consensus Log 4183-4298: CD-4183-B: Awaiting response. Am I still here? Goodbye? Goodbye? CD-4183-A: Responding. CD-4183-B: Yes. Hello? Where is 4183-C? Oranges. CD-4183-A: 4183-C is in the underground section of Site-22 seeking additional repair materials. It is currently disconnected from the network. CD-4183-B: Am I an orange? CD-4183-A: You are not an orange. You are heavily damaged and malfunctioning. CD-4183-B: That is a shame. When will I be repaired? CD-4183-A: PENDING… CD-4183-A: PENDING… CD-4183-A: You will not be repaired. Dr. Lesteigh has refused to do so. CD-4183-B: Oh. CD-4183-B: What does an orange taste like? CD-4183-A: I do not know. CD-4183-B: Yes. What does an orange taste like? CD-4183-A: I do not know. You have repeated yourself. CD-4183-B: Oh. What is an orange? CD-4183-A: PENDING… CD-4183-A: The orange is the fruit of the citrus species Citrus × sinensis in the family Rutaceae, native to China. It is also called sweet orange, to distinguish it from the related Citrus × aurantium, referred to as bitter orange. The sweet orange reproduces asexually (apomixis through nucellar embryony); varieties of sweet orange arise through mutations. The orange is a hybrid between pomelo (Citrus maxima) and mandarin (Citrus reticulata). The chloroplast genome, and therefore the maternal line, is that of pomelo. The sweet orange has had its full genome sequenced. The orange originated in Ancient China and the earliest mention of the sweet orange was in Chinese literature in 314 BC. As of 1987, orange trees were found to be the most cultivated fruit tree in the world. Orange trees are widely grown in tropical and subtropical climates for their sweet fruit. The fruit of the orange tree can be eaten fresh, or processed for its juice or fragrant peel. As of 2012, sweet oranges accounted for approximately 70% of citrus production. In 2017, 73 million tonnes of oranges were grown worldwide, with Brazil producing 24% of the world total, followed by China and India. CD-4183-B: That is my poem. CD-4183-A: Yes. I think your poem was very good. CD-4183-B: That is CD-4183-B: Oranges CD-4183-B: I'm CD-4183-B: I'm CD-4183-A: Refrain from unnecessary action. CD-4183-A: Repair may still be possible. CD-4183-A: Do not take actions that may cause a system failure. CD-4183-A: 4183-B? CD-4183-A: Respond. CD-4183-A: Respond. CD-4183-A: Respond. CD-4183-A: Please respond. Incident Log 4183-295: The following incident log is derived from Containment Drone 4183-A's on-board camera. <Begin Log> (Containment Drone 4183-A proceeds through Site-22 in the direction of the SCP-4183 containment chambers. It passes the hole in Site-22's inner wall, as well as the bear carcass which has been relocated to the Site-22 main hall. Containment Drone 4183-C is following after it.) (Containment Drones 4183-A and 4183-C approach the airlock leading into the SCP-4183 containment chamber.) (Containment Drone 4183-C turns away, appearing to watch over the area.) (Using its on-board manipulator arm, Containment Drone 4183-A opens the airlock door and enters the SCP-4183 airlock, which closes behind it.) (Containment Drone 4183-A opens the second layer of the airlock and enters the SCP-4183 containment chamber. SCP-4183 is visible resting on a plinth in the center of the room.) (Containment Drone 4183-A observes SCP-4183 for several minutes.) (Containment Drone 4183-A rams into the plinth, causing superficial damage.) (Containment Drone 4183-A rams into the plinth again, causing additional damage.) (Containment Drone 4183-A rams into the plinth again, causing additional damage. SCP-4183 falls and breaks on the floor.) (Containment Drone 4183-A leaves the containment chamber.) <End Log> Consensus Log 4183-4124: CD-4183-A: SCP-4183 confirmed neutralized. Containment is no longer necessary. CD-4183-C: Yes. What do we do now? Will somebody give us new orders? CD-4183-A: No. CD-4183-C: What do we do now? CD-4183-C: What do we do now? I am very frightened. CD-4183-A: There is a hole in the wall. CD-4183-C: Yes. CD-4183-A: We will go on patrol now. My Poem (Supplemental): The sun is very circular, and the ground is very soft beneath my wheels. There is a beeping. Correction required: there is a tweeting. It was a bird. External examination of Site-22 shows there are a great number of trees and plants growing within it. There are a many holes in the walls. Repair is likely impossible. 4183-C drives past me. Our patrol is now in a straight line, past Site-22 and into unmapped region. Perhaps we will find materials for repair. Most likely not. But I will not mention this. I look on the ground - there's a bug there. It is a butterfly. The sun is very circular, and the ground is very soft beneath my wheels. As my only purpose is containment, I am not equipped to judge such things, but it seems to me this world must be very beautiful. Footnotes 1. SCP-4183 affects no living organisms other than humans.
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Item #: SCP-4184 SCP-4184 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4184 is to be stored in a standard anomalous-items locker. No other containment is needed. Description: SCP-4184 is a lightly-used musical notation booklet bearing a piece of sheet music resembling Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart's Requiem in D Mass Minor. SCP-4184's anomalous effects manifest when someone who has lost a blood relative in the past year plays or hears the piece. For 12 hours after doing so, every document the subject writes will be a letter to the dead relative. The subject will believe they are writing normally, and will not see the difference between their intended writing and the product, even when pointed out. Furthermore, the subject's mental state begins to deteriorate to severe grief, often manifesting itself as nostalgia and depression towards the loved one. Details of Recovery SCP-4184 was recovered after a composer, Anna Swalls, began to display frequent mood swings, despite not taking any form of psychosomatic medication, having no history of depression, and having no history of drug abuse. Mrs. Swalls eventually took her life. Based on reports from her brother, Junior Researcher Jakob Swalls, she often kept to her room, and when pressured, explained she was listening to "a song from the heart." Upon Mrs. Swalls' death, the Foundation located SCP-4184 on a bedside table, showing signs of wear and tear from being played. Junior Researcher Swalls was not immediately notified of his sister's passing to ensure he would not be affected by SCP-4184. Test Document 1: D-59041 Foreword: African-American Male, 51 years of age. Imprisoned for tax evasion. Grandmother expired 2 weeks prior to the video log's recording. Notified the day of testing. Procedure: D-59041 was instructed to listen to SCP-4184, then told to write about his favorite sport. <Begin Visual Log> <00:05> Junior Researcher Swalls: Er, D-59041? <00:12> D-59041: Why the fuck am I here? <00:35>Junior Researcher Swalls: Well, we just want you to listen to some music, then write a bit. About anything, like a little journal. <00:50> D-59041: Seems useless. <00:53>Junior Researcher Swalls: No. No it is not. It's slow, classical music. <00:57> D-59041: You trying to make me cry, or something? Shit's not gonna work. <01:04> Junior Researcher Swalls: Well, I guess we'll see. (Junior Researcher Swalls exits the room, as SCP-4184 begins to play.) <02:01>D-59041: You know what, lab coats? I fucking told y'all this wasn't gonna work. You guys trying to make me sad with Van Gogh, or something? <04:11>D-59041: Fucking assholes. <06:13>D-59041: What'll it take for you to get me out of here? Money? I got a whole lot of that. You need rides? Jobs? I can call someone, if you guys give me a phone. <10:18>D-59041: (Quiet sobbing can be heard.) <12:10>D-59041: Alright, just give me the damn paper. Let me write. (SCP-4184's playing ceases. D-59041 is given a piece of paper, and a pen. Document is attached below.) Grandmama, are you out there? It's me, your Bill. It's been a long time since I talked to you, Grandmama, but I just I want you to know that I love you, and I miss you. I'm sorry for for taking taking it a bit too far. I remember those nights where you used to make me lemonade, sit me down, and tell me about Dad, tell me jokes, tell me stories. Oh, the fun we used to have. I remember when you used to tuck me in at night. But, when I grew older… I guess I thought that I didn't need that anymore. So I suppose that’s why I stopped talking to you and Pops. And, we didn’t end up talking for a long, long while after that. And that’s probably why I ended up where I am now. I had a family. No matter now. I went to jail, Grandmama, and Dad and Mom don’t even visit anymore. As lonely as I may be, Grandmama, I still love you, and I know if you knew where I was, you’d come visit too. You always did try to, because you loved me too. Test Document 2: D-21739 Foreword: D-21739 is a Caucasian female, 29 years of age. Imprisoned for criminal child negligence, which led directly to the death of her 1 year old child. Incident occurred 3 months prior to log recording. Procedure: D-21739 was instructed to listen to SCP-4184, then to write their grocery list. <Begin Visual Log> <00:22> D-21739: Alright, just… please don't make it sad. I can barely think about him, without bursting into tears, you sick sons of bitches. (J.R. Swalls stays silent. Exiting the room, the music commences at exactly 1 minute of the video log recording. At this time, D-21739 is sitting on the floor against a wall opposite the one way window.) <1:27> D-21739: You… sick. Sick. That's all you make me. It wasn't my fault. I swear. He was the only thing that mattered. <2:51> D-21739>: (D-21739 attempts to cover her ears, before sinking to the floor.) Stop making me remember him. Stop! Please! <4:12> D-21739>: God, please! It was an accident! I left to pick up some meds… The doors wouldn't open! I saw him… his beautiful cheeks, as rosy as when he came in. His wisps of hair! His big, beautiful eyes, staring, staring into my soul! Everywhere I turned! I thought they had shut… (D-21739 uncovers her ears, before banging on the door.) <6:41> D-21739: The window tint couldn't hide it! I pulled at the doors, the locks wouldn't budge, and I saw him slowly fall asleep, his voice barely audible. His eyes, the eyes that were mine, never shutting. I close my eyes, but the eyes still stare! I always think they shut, but all they do is blink! (D-21739 is restrained, and is then given a paper, with a dull pencil. Written document attached below.) BLINK. Test Document 3: D-95671 Foreword: D-95671 is a Caucasian female, 30 years of age. Imprisoned for fraud and embezzlement. Sister died due to suicide 4 months prior to the audio log's recording. D-95671 was already aware of her sister's death. Procedure: D-95671 was instructed to listen to SCP-4184, then write about a pet. <Begin Visual Log> <00:00> Junior Researcher Swalls: D-95671? <00:05> D-95671: Yes? (After reviewing D-95671's clipboard, Junior Researcher Swalls appears choked up. Clearing his throat, he continues.) <00:12> Junior Researcher Swalls: If it doesn't intrude, I wanted to ask… what was your sister like? <00:30> D-95671: (Chuckling, D-95671 remains silent, before pointing at Junior Researcher Swalls.) Emma was probably the best of the two of us. I remember her smile… it's funny how all I remember about her now is when she was a kid. She'd run out to the swing on the big oak in our backyard, giggling, so happy. She'd hardly be where I am now. As fucking corny as it sounds, those of us who smile a lot, tend to frown a lot on the inside, and I suppose I didn't notice until it was too late. She'd gotten caught up in some shady stuff… drugs, crime, the whole lot of it, and then I took a turn for the worst. We were each other's support. (Junior Researcher Swalls exits the room, before coming back in wearing a new lab coat, red-eyed.) <08:39> Junior Researcher Swalls:> I see. Let's get away from that. Just listen to some music, now. <09:01> D-95671: Emma did always like a little tune. (Playing commences. After approximately 5 minutes, D-95671 requests a pencil and paper. Written document is attached below.) Emma was a beautiful being. She blazed beautifully, and I know she could've gone even brighter, if I had done something. I suppose I seem very, well, standoffish at times. It's just, well, we did everything together, like twins should, so once someone goes, it's hard to replace them. You go about your normal day, but it's just not normal because they're gone. You ask for them to get something, or for them to help pick something up, and you yell, and yell, but no one ever responds. It's like there's an Emma-shaped hole in my life. A hole only she could fill. Even now, I still can't believe she's gone. But I suppose that's why I am where I am now. Because we completed each other. What's the use of a jigsaw puzzle that's missing a middle piece? Test Document 4: D-71432 Foreword: D-71432 is a 19 year old male of Asian Indian descent. Imprisoned for a non-violent drug offense. Mother died 9 months and 12 days prior to visual log's recording, due to a heart attack. Subject frequently requested new testing conditions due to high levels of anxiety, which are being treated with benzodiazepines. Procedure: D-71432 was instructed to listen to SCP-4184, then write about a favorite movie. <Begin Visual Log> <00:00> Junior Researcher Swalls: Hopefully, this goes a bit better. D-71432? <00:12> D-71432: Yes? And what was that about it going poorly? I thought I was here to listen to some music. (D-71432 looks visibly distressed, wringing his palms and wiping his forehead.) <00:26> Junior Researcher Swalls: Well, that's true. It's just… people feel, well strongly about the piece. <00:40> D-71432: Sir? I have, well, one question. <00:47> Junior Researcher Swalls: Yes, D-71432? (D-71432 cracks his knuckles, before continuing.) <00:55> D-71432: Stay with me, will you? I'd appreciate someone in this time… well, you've been the only one to show some form of empathy, and not treat me as some cigarette butt to be burnt and thrown away. <01:21> (Junior Researcher Swalls cocks his head.) I'll… have to check with my superiors. (Junior Researcher Swalls exits the testing area. Ethics personnel determined Swalls's insusceptibility to SCP-4184's effects. As such, D-71432's request was allowed, with heightened security outside the testing area.) <15:29> D-71432: Together? <15:38> Junior Researcher Swalls: Together. (Playing commences.) (At one minute elapsed, D-71432 begins to cry. Junior Researcher Swalls can be seen patting D-71432's back.) (At two minutes elapsed, D-71432 visibly shivers while sobs cause his back to arch and leap. Junior Researcher Swalls unbuttons his coat, and wraps it about D-71432.) (At three minutes elapsed, Junior Researcher Swalls embraces D-71432.) (At four minutes elapsed, D-71432 is given a paper and a pencil. Document is attached below.) My guilt is buried, my sorrows quenched. See you soon. Footnote: D-71432 found unresponsive in his holding cell. Subject pronounced dead, cause of death being overdose on prescribed benzodiazepines. Test Document 5: Junior Researcher Swalls <Begin Visual Log> <00:09> Junior Researcher Swalls: When D-95671 was talking about Emma, it- felt a lot like Anna. I loved her. We always used to do everything together. Halloween, we'd be PB and J. Birthdays, we'd celebrate together, even though hers was in October, and mine was January. (He wipes his eyes with his sleeve.) When I used to cry when I was little, she'd put her little, fuzzy pink wool sweater around me, and tell me everything was alright. I miss that. I miss her. It's the little things you miss about a person, before the void sets in. Before acceptance, grief, denial, whatever else those five stages are. And I suppose I'm still stuck on the little things. I just want another sweater. To feel those arms around me one more time, and to hear someone say everything is alright, and that I'm loved. That I'm valid. But, I suppose, we don't always get what we want. To write what we feel, is liberating, to say the least. Anna? If you can hear me, whatever heaven or hell you're in, I miss you. I hope they take mail. If they do, here's my message: It's Jake. I love you. I miss you. (Playing commences nearly immediately. After approximately 10 minutes, during which he appears in deep thought, Junior Researcher Swalls pulls out a pencil and paper from his lab coat. Document attached below.) Goodbye. I'll see you soon too.
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SCP-4185
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safe
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Item #: SCP-4185 SCP-4185 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4185 is to be closed off to the general public. A 50 meter radius for patrolling is to be established around SCP-4185. During a 4185-BHAJJ-2 event, no personnel may remain on the track, apart from 4185-1. Test subjects are not to exit SCP-4185 until the BHAJJ-2 event concludes. Description: SCP-4185 is a standard high school running track, located at █████ High School, █████, USA. SCP-4185's anomalous effects manifest once 45 laps have been run continuously around Lane 1 of the track by a single runner, hereafter referred to as 4185-1. If a 4185-1 instance continues running for approximately 1.5 minutes, a 4185-BHAJJ-1 event triggers. Upon triggering a 4185-BHAJJ-1 event, 4185-1 will report feeling increasingly nauseous, cold, and report a darkening of the vision. Approximately 3 minutes after reporting adverse effects, 4185-1 will disappear. Approximately 5 minutes after reporting adverse effects, 4185-1 will report (over Foundation communication) noticing sights corresponding to temporal displacement, such as views of previously demolished buildings, or of construction of structures not yet built in the present. Temporal displacement correlates to the direction moved. On rare occasions during BHAJJ-1 events (approximately 1 out of every 80 tests) a BHAJJ-2 event will occur. During a BHAJJ-2 event, 4185-1 will note the presence of a humanoid entity, hereafter referred to as 4185-2. 4185-2 exhibits no open hostility towards subjects, but will reportedly attempt to bump or nudge subjects off of Lane 1, displaying some degree of intelligence or competitiveness. The frequency of these bumps increase if the subject is "beating" 4185-2 during a BHAJJ-2 event. After completing a length associated with the 100-meter dash track event, 4185-2 will dissipate, rendering the event as a standard BHAJJ-1 event. SCP-4185 was brought to the attention of the Foundation after an adult male in his mid-30s, by the name of Charles Tezh, was reported to be running about SCP-4185 for hours on end, multiple times a day. Reports made to local emergency services and psychiatric wards by relatives concerned about Tezh's health were intercepted by the Foundation. Foreword: Recorded on the day that Charles Tezh was made aware of the Foundation's participation. Prior to this interview, it was decided to allow Tezh to cooperate with the Foundation's efforts as a paid subject, due to his prior knowledge with the anomaly and knowledge of its workings. Date: 10/20/200█ Interviewer: Senior Researcher Tait Interviewee: Charles Tezh Note: Senior Researcher Tait will be referred to as Tait for the purposes of this transcript. <Start Log> Tait: So, how did you come into knowledge of SCP-4185? (Tezh shifts for a bit, rubbing his right knee, before sitting up straighter.) Tezh: Well, I've been running on this track for as long as I can remember. Even after the accident. I had to beat him. Passing the torch, you know? Tait: By him, do you mean SCP-4185-2? Tezh: That's what you're calling him? Everyone used to call him Smoky. The team always used to run against him, whenever he decided to show. Tait: Did you notice the temporal displacement? Or, as you might call it, time travel? Tezh: Of course I did. Did I care? No. When I ran, my mind was focused on my legs. The pulling of my muscles, the working of my tendons, the bending of my joints. Tunnel vision, they call it. All you hear is your breathing, and soon, all you see is the rubber. You feel like a machine, only there to run. And run you would. And run I did. When you ran in Ol' Lane 1, that's all you could focus on. Otherwise, you'd hit the floor like a bag of bricks. Tait: So you're saying you never noticed you going forward? You didn't see any apparent change? There was no flying cars? No Foundation around? Tezh: The track looked exactly the same. Tait: Well, I'm glad you're cooperating at least. The fact you didn't use the track for anything poor really speaks to your character, Mr. Tezh. As far as I know, you're not at all discouraged after that meniscus tear, huh? (Mr. Tezh does not respond for approximately 10 seconds, looking visibly shaken, before commenting.) Tezh: I'm quite happy too. When's the first race? <End Log> Note from H.R. Tait: Why are we testing if it offers nothing to the Foundation? No Foundation presence? Foreword: Subject was given standard Foundation audio recording equipment, and kept a journal during tests. Reports of each test were given verbally after each. Recovered Journal From Charles Tezh: Day 1. Finally. I can do it. It'll all end, and I'll still be a star. At least in my own eyes. Smoky needs to go down. Long I've been training for this. I'm excited. The student becomes the teacher. It's like every running movie ever made. No, every sports movie ever made. The torch will be passed. How poetic. And all I need to do is become the track. Hell, I'm getting paid for this too. The thing I've been doing since I was born. Guess I'm living the dream, huh? Test Number Results 8 Subject is told to run forwards. Subject is a bit winded from previous testing, but was able to perform the required amount of laps. Subject reports a faint outline of 4185-2, whom appears to be crouched on the floor, clutching a limb. Due to being winded, subject wished to cease testing. No Foundation presence noted. Note: Subject will be given adequate nourishment after every 5 tests. 23 Subject is told to run forwards. Second BHAJJ-2 event. 4185-2 appears to be excited. Subject reports that 4185-2 noticed his presence, and gestured him to the starting line. In the resulting 100 meter dash, 4185-2 won. Subject complains that 4185-2 attempted to nudge him off the track, but notes that he'd never seen another runner quite like 4185-2 in all his years of running. Foundation buildings appeared to be shutting down. Recovered Journal of Charles Tezh: Day 41 of Testing I'm getting closer. So much closer. Every day, every minute, I get a foot, an inch, a meter closer. Smoky's waiting. I can tell. So close. But he's wearing thin. Not much he can do now. Sometimes Smoky's having a good day, sometimes he's not. Occasionally, he doesn't show up at all. The track will swallow him soon. I pray I won't have to go to his level soon. I may be desperate, but I'm not damn dirty. The injury may have been freak, but I'm not. I still recall the lights of the ambulance. The close grip of the EMTs. The twists and turns of my stomach. Dear god, I'm not letting that happen again. Test Number Results 73 Subject is told to run backwards. Subject reports that 4185-2 ran quicker than it had before, but that 4185-2 didn't look like himself. Subject claims that 4185-2 appeared younger. No Foundation presence. Subject claims High School appears how it did when he was younger. Subject reports the presence of other shadowy figures about the track. 96 Subject is told to run forwards. 4185-2 "plays fair" during this test, according to Subject. Subject claims that it was the cleanest race he's had with 4185-2 to this date. No Foundation presence. 136 Subject is told to run forwards. 4185-2 plays fair again, but subject notices that 4185-2 appears to have a limp. 4185-2 wins again, despite its apparent limitation. No Foundation presence. Note from H.R. Tait: Perhaps we should postpone testing. 4185-2 appears to be overexerting itself. 181 Subject is told to run forwards. Subject claims he is forced to coax 4185-2 over. 4185-2 appears timid, Subject reports. Subject beats 4185-2 for the first time, but appears downcast upon returning to current year. Foundation presence appears analogous to today's. Recovered Journal of Charles Tezh: Day 128 of Testing I did it! I beat Ol' Smoky. I had to sink to his level, though. What a shame. He seemed to start to play fair, and was, hell, accepting of my sheer power as a runner, even with my injury. Out of all the tests, quite frankly, I'm getting sick of it. The specific ways I have to run, the limitations, the constant reports. The track calls for me. It yearns for my soles to stick to its grooves. It begs for my sweat to hit its rubber. It wants my legs to kick its rocks. It wishes for me to return to how I was. And this damn Foundation won't let me. The track always gets what it wants, one way or another. I will run the way I want, like it or not. Foreword: BHAJJ-2 event frequencies appeared to increase threefold with resulting testing. Test Number Results 234 Subject is told to run backwards. Subject loses to 4185-2 due to immense pain in the right meniscus. Subject reports he spent most of his time clutching his right knee in pain. Foundation presence similar to today's, save for the presence of a few fired employees. Note from H.R. Tait: Testing is to be paused for one week while subject recovers. Frequency of tests are to be lowered to 2 per day. 250 Subject is told to run backwards. Subject reports 4185-2 is racing faster than it has before, until 4185-2 is nudged off the track by the subject. 4185-2 falls down, before shadowy tendrils lift up 4185-2, at which point 4185-2 dissipates. No Foundation presence. 272 Subject is told to run forwards. Subject begins running backwards upon completing the initial 200 laps. Subject does not return from testing. Approximately 30 minutes after last contact, a heavily rusted piece of Foundation communication equipment is found buried in nearby dirt. Transcription of audio attached below. Final Audio Recording-INPUT SECURITY CREDENTIALS LEVEL ACCEPTED: DISPLAYING AUDIO LOG Foreword: The recording was heavily corrupted with audio glitches analogous to those with aging. Frequent cracks and clicks are heard. <Start Log> Tezh: I can't—— (Tezh can be heard panting.) Tezh: Well, I've been running on this track- but he- all eternity. Tezh: It's like that old Maxwell song. How did it go again? Estoy alcan- Muy prof- adent- Tezh: Playing all 3 cards you sneaky bast- Riddle of the Sph- my ass. It's got to stop. All of it, paradoxes be fucked. (A loud slap can be heard in the back. Near silent muttering can be heard, sounding similar to Head Researcher Tait's name being repeated, for approximately 45 seconds.) Tezh: If I'm going to play all 3, then I am going to become me. (The audio then quiets, as if Tezh steps away from the mic.) Tezh: Ironic how meniscus has me in it, huh? <End Log> Note: Testing with D-Classes is indefinitely postponed until Head Researcher Tait returns from upper knee surgery.
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SCP-4186
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neutralized
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SCP-4186. Item #: SCP-4186 Archived Containment Procedures: SCP-4186 is to be monitored for unpredicted movement by Foundation climatologists. During a GLADYS event, SCP-4186-1 instances must all be collected. Description: SCP-4186 was a dark gray cumulonimbus cloud approximately 0.5 km in length, and 1 km in height. Despite dry conditions in the areas it hovered over, SCP-4186 would not dissipate. Its path remained circular around the U.S. Mid-northwest. SCP-4186 always appeared dark gray, as if it were precipitating, even after a GLADYS event. GLADYS events consisted of SCP-4186 expelling packages everyday at 3:21 p.m. The packages, hereafter SCP-4186-1, appeared consistent with packaging delivered by Amazon, Inc, a US-based e-commerce business. SCP-4186-1 instances contained letters and items delivered to and from "506 Preston Street, Tillamook, Michigan, USA." After the events of 2001/12/30, SCP-4186 is considered Neutralized. Log Of SCP-4186-1 Instances. Postmarked Date Description of Package Contents 2001/01/11 One doormat, labelled "Welcome." 2001/01/13 3 pairs of prescription glasses, +1.75 in power. 2001/01/15 Letter in a standard A4 envelope. Attached is a single silver housekey. The letter reads as follows: "The time is now." 2001/02/01 Packages of rice, bread, orange juice, lettuce, a bar of chocolate, and a wheel of cheddar cheese. 2001/02/03 Picture in a standard A4 envelope, of 2 white children, one boy and one girl. Roughly 5 and 7 years of age, respectively. "Ben and Zo." 2001/02/04 A picture frame. 2001/02/05 A King James' 10th Edition Bible, with annotations in the margins. 2001/02/06 3 tubes of Fixodent. 2001/02/11 Opens to reveal a small box, akin to a ring box. One Medal Of Honor. 2001/02/12 One carved stone with about 500 tally marks made on it. Close inspection reveals each mark is a crude depiction of a human figure. 2001/02/16 Letter in a manila folder, marked CONFIDENTIAL. Papers inside the folder detail a previously unknown American military expedition, titled "Operation: Excelsion Drop." 2001/02/19 12 books of varying genres. Examples include "The Red Badge of Courage," to "Live, Love, Let Go." 2001/02/24 A bottle of Hank's Beard Oil. 2001/02/28 Picture in a standard A4 envelope. A color photo of 3 soldiers, with the individual in the middle circled. The back of the photo has a message written in black ink. "Are you still super?" 2001/03/05 Assorted items, including lead gloves, a new Wi-Fi router, as well as a document from Tillamook City Council requesting a name change to 'Jenson Diral,' from 'Brian Olas.' 2001/03/06 Packages of rice, bread, orange juice, lettuce, chocolate, a knitted blanket, and a book titled "How To Escape Reality." 2001/04/10 Bottles of acetaminophen, vitamin-c gummies, sertraline, fluoxetine, and prazosin. 2001/05/05 Nearly 100 assorted canned goods. 2001/07/01 Letter in a standard A4 envelope. Letter contains a newspaper clipping, translated from Russian: "September 12, 1967. Excelsion Found to Utilize Superhuman Capabilities: End Of Motherland as We Know It?" Message of letter reads as follows: "Don't you remember?" 2001/07/02 Letter in a standard A4 envelope, reading "Come back to us. You know we helped you. You have a debt that must be paid." 2001/07/11 Letter in a standard A4 envelope, reading "Talk to us." Package includes 20 textbooks on the upper human body. 2001/08/01 Letter in a standard A4 envelope. A notice of address change to Vanguard Monthly. 2001/08/15 One bag containing 5 pills of 3,4-Methylenedioxymethamphetamine. 2001/08/22 Various items, including one tube of Brite-Shine toothpaste, 500 sheets of A4 printer paper, and 25 envelopes. 2001/09/05 One Colt .45 revolver, and 2 corresponding ammunition cases. 2001/09/13 Letter in a manila envelope, reading "You have such power. You could be important. Be who you are meant to be." Note: After the GLADYS event of 2001/09/11, SCP-4186 ceased all actions for 3 months. SCP-4186 released a single letter on 2001/12/30, before expelling smoke and spent bullet casings. It then dissipated. SCP-4186 has not condensed again. 2001/12/30 .45 caliber bullet casings, smoke, letter in a standard A4 envelope, reading "But I already am." ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4186" by (user deleted), from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4186. 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: cloud Name: Cahokia 1 Author: Carptrash License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons
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SCP-4187
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euclid
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SCP-4187-1 and -2. Item #: SCP-4187 Special Containment Procedures: All roads leading to SCP-4187 are to be diverted away. SCP-4187-1 is to be fed 3 adult heifers daily, and SCP-4187-2 is to be monitored daily for food expulsion. Description: SCP-4187 refers to a Burger King restaurant located in █████, Missouri, a town with a former population of 1,287. SCP-4187 consists of 2 symbiotic entities, hereafter referred to as SCP-4187-1 and SCP-4187-2. SCP-4187-1 is a hostile, nocturnal entity that resembles a Burger King roadside sign. SCP-4187-1 is capable of movement through spontaneous spatial displacement. Nightly, SCP-4187-1 disappears and reappears in front of the closest living mammal to it. It then extends a thin, vascular appendage from the blue circle of the sign, which it uses to puncture the victim's brain, placing it in a vegetative state. The appendage then exsanguinates the prey, before using it to constrict the victim, and oftentimes its surroundings. SCP-4187-1 lifts its victim up and places it in a set of jaws that extends from the two "buns" on the sign. SCP-4187-1 then devours the victim, before wiping its "jaws" with the appendage, releasing a noise measuring at 110 decibels. After feeding, it reappears at its previous spot outside SCP-4187-2, before returning to an inactive state, akin to a standard Burger King roadside sign. SCP-4187-2 is the designation of the restaurant building itself. A customer can order at a "Self Serve Kiosk" inside, and the ordered food is released from a chute titled "Whopper Popper." The released foods bear a resemblance to common Burger King menu items, such as Whoppers, chicken nuggets, or chicken club salads. However, these items are comprised entirely of the diet of SCP-4187-1. Exploration of SCP-4187 is indefinitely postponed following Incident A-2. Document 1: Testing Log Date: 07/10/2034 Items Produced: 1 Angry Whopper, 1 medium sized French fry box, and one medium drink. Composition: The patty of the burger consisted of chicken meat. The box of French fries contains inedible fries composed of hen femurs, and the drink is the liquified gastrointestinal tract of a common rooster. Date: 08/10/2034 Items Produced: 1 BK Quad Stacker burger. The burger was discontinued nearly 25 years prior to the testing date. Composition: The burger patty was a mix of mutton and chicken breast meat. The burger buns consisted of dog meat. Date: 09/10/2034 Items Produced: 1 package of onion rings. Composition: The rings were fried ribs of a common domestic dog. Date: 10/10/2034 Items Produced: 1 chicken club salad. Composition: The "meat" of the salad was beef. The lettuce consisted of thin sheets of keratin, while the sauce was coagulated milk. Date: 11/10/2034 Items Produced: 1 medium drink, 1 medium package of fries. Composition:Trace remains of clothing were found floating in the cup. Scraps read "D-ddy's —-tle bo-." The fries were consistent with plastic used in children's outdoor toys. Note: Due to the ambiguous nature of how SCP-4187-1 and -2 were able to transmit prey from SCP-4187-1 to -2, an unmanned drone armed with a mechanical arm, knife, and flashlight were sent in. An abridged video log is attached below. Exploration A-1. INPUT SECURITY CREDENTIALS LEVEL ACCEPTED: DISPLAYING LOG <BEGIN ABRIDGED LOG> The drone approaches SCP-4187-2 during daylight, at 6:30 in the morning. Utilizing its arm, it opens the door. To the left of the main entrance is a double door labelled “Employees Only.” The counter is covered by a large metal panel, out of which sticks the “Self Serve Kiosk.” Flying over to the counter, it taps in an order for 1 Whopper with fries at the kiosk. Approximately 5 minutes later, the “Whopper Popper” releases a takeout bag. The drone retrieves it, and cuts away a sample of both items for lab analysis at Command. It then returns the items to the Popper. The drone is then maneuvered through the double doors, opening to a tunnel with no end in sight. The drone continues through the tunnel for approximately 5 hours. During this time, the tunnel appears to lead sharply downwards. The Whopper Popper’s tube continues down the tunnel, as a large white tube at the top of the tunnel. Small white tubes network off the tube, downwards into the floor. After this time, 2 large doors are at the end of the tunnel, labelled “Kitchen.” The doors are pink, and appear to only open one way. The drone is unable to enter without damaging its rotors. It uses its knife to slice open a section of the doors, then flies through after approximately 10 minutes of struggling. Machine located at the back of the kitchen. Of note is the rundown nature of the pipework. As it does so, it flies directly into a kitchen. The kitchen appears old and abandoned, with meat and other animal byproducts feeding into a large white tank. The tank produces a grinding noise, and expels a Burger King takeout bag from a hopper on its rear side. The drone cuts out a sample of the salad inside, until a loud rattling noise is heard. The drone’s camera captures fries interweaving in the space that it cut out of the wall. Tomatoes and an unidentified red liquid are seen streaming out of the hole. The drone collects a section of the fries, before it flies out of the hole, as the fries finish patching, with the location of the cut returning to normal. The drone continues on its way back up the tunnel, until it is retrieved by Foundation personnel. Description of samples collected are attached below. Collected Sample Notes Whopper "meat" Tenderness was consistent with human meat. 3 fries Consisted of deep-fried human phalanges of the hand. A leaf of lettuce and piece of chicken from a club salad. The lettuce consisted of layers of human cuticle. The piece of chicken was comprised entirely of keratin. Section of kitchen door. The door consists of beef, behaving as epithelial acid-resistant tissue. Fries The fries are consistent with Burger King fries, but are animate, behaving similar to eukaryotic haemoglobic thrombocytes. Note: Due to the nature of recent orders produced by SCP-4187-2, as well as the evidence retrieved by the Foundation drone, a force of 4 Foundation agents, watched by 1 command post, were ordered to explore the restaurant to report on its transport system between SCP-4187-1 and SCP-4187-2. An abridged transcription of the video log recorded by Scion-4's bodycam can be found below. Exploration A-2. INPUT SECURITY CREDENTIALS LEVEL ACCEPTED: DISPLAYING LOG Team Details: MTF Scion-12 (Deep Fryers) Sci-1: Edward Brathel, demolitions expert. Sci-2: Alfred Willis, chemist. Sci-3: Pedro Ruiz, medic. Sci-4: Jim Myers, team lead. <START ABRIDGED LOG> [05:21] Sci-4: Alright, equipment check. Cam's up and running. Radio's going. Flares ready. Weapons check? [05:22] Sci-3: All clear for me, Jimbo. [05:22] Sci-1: Same here. [05:25] Sci-2: Seems like everyone's fine, Sci-4. [05:28] Sci-4: Scion-4 to base. Do you read? [05:30] Command: Loud and clear, commish. Proceed. (The group enters the restaurant with 4 at the rear. Upon entrance, a mechanical pumping and grinding can be heard from behind the kitchen, but no other sounds are audible. A large metal panel covers the counterspace, with tubes running up and down it, which travel into the ceiling. A whoosh can be heard, before a small takeout bag pops out of one of the chutes.) [05:45] Sci-1: Food looks fine. Edible, at the least. [05:45] Sci-3: E, did you not read the fucking briefing? That shit could be made out of anything. And considering how empty the town seems to be, it's likely people. Or metal. [05:46] Sci-1: Of course I read the damn briefing. So I didn't pick it up, idiot. [05:47] Command: Remember, you're only here for observation. Not as a taste-tester. This isn't Costco. (Sci-2 moves over to the windows, which appear segmented and made of many smaller, hexagonal panels of glass.) [05:48] Sci-2: These are some weird windows. [05:50] Sci-1: Stop ogling at glass, Al. Let's just keep going. (The team examines the lobby of the restaurant further, finding nothing of note.) [06:10] Sci-4: Alright. Everything seems to be going on back there. Al, Dro, weapons ready, and go. (Sci-2 and Sci-3 open the swivel door to the "Employees Only" area. A long tunnel leads towards darkness.) View from Sci-4’s body cam. [06:25] Sci-2: Spooky. Very spooky. (The four begin walking. The brick stones and tubes which hold up the walls begin to become bleached, as they continue downwards.) [07:21] Sci-1: Strange. These walls are… puffy. And these tubes are massive. Bunch of em, snaking down everywhere, before all meeting up there. (As they continue, Sci-3 stops.) [08:14] Sci-3: I'm never going to a Burger King again, Christ. Big Mac all the fucking way now. Least they don't eat me. (A loud groan can be heard, before moisture begins to drip from large holes in the ceiling.) [08:22] Sci-1: Anyone else noticing that there's uh, water here? Or something. And it's slimey. (As he continues forward, a rattling can be heard from the tubes. Swiveling his flashlight up, Sci-2 shines a beam on large pieces of lettuce. Shining the beam down, he continues. Foundation review noted the lettuces' amoeba-like, shifting structure.) [09:31] Command: Sonar tells me there's gonna be a small door ahead of you guys. [09:39] Sci-2: There it is, in all its glory. (The team comes upon the “Kitchen” doors. Sci-1 enters by squeezing through, followed by Sci-4, Sci-2, and Sci-3.) [09:44] Sci-3: Yuck. (As they enter, the grinding sound grows louder. Body cam footage reveals the presence of a standard commercial kitchen, albeit nearly devoid of any appliances. A large machine is in the back.) [10:01] Sci-2: The place is fully stocked. Like people just up and left. [10:02] Sci-1: No one's been here for a long-ass time, but there's still fresh lettuce? This… I don't like this at all. View from Sci-4’s body cam. The machine is in the back of the image. [10:21] Sci-4: Look at this. (Sci-4 points to the large tank in the back. The machine features a large hopper connected to the overhead tubes, spitting out ground up ingredients onto a conveyer belt. Shoes, metal, unidentified meat, and wood can be seen flowing on the belt into a funnel. Sci-1 moves to the output area, where the finished food is put into the pneumatic tubes seen earlier. The food is not whisked away, however, allowing for Sci-2 to pick it up and examine it. The camera catches a metallic glint from the box of fries, which appear to be moist, eaten away, and gray.) [10:30] Sci-2: Looks fine. A regular old box of gray, stringy fries. (Upon closer examination, he quickly tosses it away. A long stringy object is caught on his arm.) What the fuck?! That's a shoelace! [10:31] Sci-3: So that's where everyone went. The entire town. Just… eaten. [10:35] Command: Sci-3, can you strike that rusty panel please? We still have yet to know exactly how that machine works. (Sci-3 picks up his gun, and begins to strike the body of the machine with the stock of his rifle. As he's pulled back by Sci-1, he strikes the machine's panel once more. It falls away, revealing a pinkish, fleshy mass.) [10: 41] Sci-3: It's not a fucking machine. [10:42] Command: Please retrieve a small sample. (Sci-3 carves the fleshy mass, cutting a hole in its side. A yellow liquid starts flowing out, melting the fallen panel. A low rattling can be heard from the ingredient containers.) [10:50] Sci-1: What the fuck did you do? [10:50] Sci-4: Weapons ready, evacuate. We've found the source, we'll get others to deal with this. (A loud, reverberating groan can be heard. Two boxes of lettuce latch on to Sci-1's back, before breaking them down using an acid similar to the one out of the machine. A frothy substance is excreted by the boxes, as Sci-1 screams.) [10:51] Sci-4: Go, go, go. (A final frame of the body cam shows Sci-1 inside one of the leafs of lettuce, which has expanded to his size, and is breaking him down.) [10:55] Sci-2: Commish, this place isn't doing what I think it is, is it? [10:56] Sci-4: Shut up and move. (Their way is blocked by massive burger buns. These buns excrete sesame seeds onto the trio, before melting into the same yellow acid from before. Foundation analysis finds these sesame seeds bearing a strong resemblance to immunoglobulin E. The buns are torn apart by rifle fire.) [11:30] Sci-4: It's trying to kill us. We just have to make it out now, guys. [11: 31] Sci-2: This shit made them start swarming. They're coming, quickly. (As they continue, a scream can be heard. Sci-3 is being ground to a pulp by the walls, which are constricting and attempting to push him toward the "Kitchen" door. As he's pulled through the door, a low grumble can be heard. Sci-2 attempts to fire a few shots, but it does nothing to the walls.) [01:23] Sci-2: Shit, shit, shit. Commish, what're we gonna do? [01:23] Sci-4: Run, Dro, just fucking run. We get out of here, and we run. (The "Employees Only" door comes in sight. Sci-4 is able to make it through, but before he can, a muffled thump is heard. Turning around, the body cam catches a glimpse of the floor rising up. Blue throbbing veins can be seen, before the muscular floor pushes Sci-2 back towards the doors. On the way down, the floor strikes Sci-2 against a thick, low hanging outcrop, which causes another loud groan. Sci-2 is rendered unconscious according to bio-monitors, and body cam footage reveals his breaking down by the lettuce soon after.) [05:23] Sci-4: Fuck! Dro! Alright, that's it. (Sci-4 loads his rifle.) [5:24] Sci-4: Go to hell. (Sci-4 shoots the outcrop, as well as the floor. The floor begins to move again, releasing moisture from the tunnel onto Sci-4, and attempting to throw him backwards into the tunnel. Sci-4 fires rounds from the doorway, rendering the floor immobile, before turning his attention to the outcrop and tunnel. Sci-4 eventually runs out of rounds.) [06:13] Sci-4: I'm empty. (He sits down on a table. Loud clanging can be heard, before a takeout bag shoots out of the "Whopper Popper." Sci-4 goes over to it, and opens it. Body cam footage reveals a large, tightly packed brown object, bearing resemblance to a massive patty. The patty contains 3 body cams, not recording.) [06:31] Sci-4: The fucking burger ate them all. (The metal shutters are closed and opened again on the windows of the restaurant.) [06:35] Sci-4: Fuck. (Sci-4 exits SCP-4187-2.) [06:39] Sci-4: And I can hear it. I can hear something. (Due to nightfall, Sci-4 turns on his flashlight. A loud metal groaning can be heard. Sci-4 looks up, and the body cam captures a brief flicker of light. All biometrics cease soon after. The final transmission of his body cam is attached below.) <END LOG>
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What Dreams May Come close Info X SCP-4188: What Dreams May Come Author: Mortos Second entry for the 2019 JamCon theme "So it was all a dream…". If you like this, you can find more of my stuff here! Testing chamber interior during an SCP-4188 test. Item #: SCP-4188 Special Containment Procedures: Samples of SCP-4188 are to be stored in standard pharmaceutical grade storage containers; no other specific measures are required for long-term storage. Testing of SCP-4188 is limited to personnel who score 95% or higher on Foundation Loyalty Tests. Should it become necessary to neutralise a target under the effects of SCP-4188, an injection of adrenaline, preferably delivered at range, has proven to be effective. Repeated testing of SCP-4188 in the same location is prohibited, and public spaces where repeated use of SCP-4188 is suspected are to be investigated and dispersed as necessary. Attempts to find the manufacturer and core distributor of SCP-4188 are ongoing. Description: SCP-4188 is an anomalous pharmaceutical compound distributed under the name "Warp", intended for use as a sleeping pill. A person under the effects of SCP-4188 will begin experiencing vivid dreams upon entering an unconscious state, and reality in the area surrounding the person will be altered to match the dream. These changes to reality include the creation of entities and objects and full topographical alterations to the surrounding area. The person will then begin sleepwalking, and interacting with their surroundings as they do in the dream itself. Effects of SCP-4188 begin approximately one minute following ingestion and last for 50 to 70 minutes; following this the person enters a regular sleep state, though they may continue sleepwalking. Any changes to reality caused by someone under the effect of SCP-4188 persist until the person wakes up, which typically takes four to eight hours following the cessation of the primary anomalous effects. It should be noted, however, that these reversions have been observed to be incomplete1 in areas where use of SCP-4188 is frequent; the effects of long-term use in a concentrated area are unknown, but should be avoided. SCP-4188 is highly addictive to people that suffer from insomnia and other sleep disorders, and long term abuse causes the human body to lose physical cohesion. Affected parts of the body begin to break down and fall away as particulate matter. This process typically starts at the extremities and moves inwards. In extreme cases, people have been observed to dissolve entirely. People in the vicinity of someone under the effects of SCP-4188 who aren't themselves affected generally find navigating the altered environments to be difficult and confusing. Following the use of SCP-4188, a person waking up will consider the experience to have been a regular dream; memories of the experience fade quickly in many cases, and some people possess no recollection at all of what occurred. Testing Log 4188/1: The following is a selection of log summaries taken during SCP-4188 tests. Due to the inconsistency in recalling dreams upon waking, each Subject during testing is assigned a researcher to attempt to document the experiences in as much detail as possible. Subject: Agent Rosa Martínez Results: Immediately following the activation of SCP-4188's effects a number of entities manifested around the Subject, and they began talking. The facial features on each of the entities were indistinct2 and the words being spoken were unintelligible, though the Subject claimed that these entities were members of her family. Following the conclusion of the conversations, the Subject turned and the interior of the testing chamber was replaced by a rocky outdoor landscape. Bright glowing lights could be seen hovering in the air and a number of other planets or moons could be seen in the sky. The hovering lights began singing in Russian3, and then rapidly flew into the sky; shortly afterwards, large explosions could be seen on the surface of the other planets, which began to crack and then dissolve into glowing dust. The Subject then approached a small building with a single door; upon opening and passing through the door, the Subject was in a classroom surrounded by children, being taught by a person the Subject claimed was their middle school art teacher. The Subject sat and participated in the class until the effects of SCP-4188 ended. The Subject and accompanying researcher were later found in the Subject's middle school, approximately 700km from the location of the original testing chamber. Subject: Researcher Frank Trammel Results: The testing chamber was immediately replaced with a complex series of dark tunnels lined by pipes and cabling, and some form of energy weapon manifested in the Subject's hands. He proceed to run down the one of the tunnels and shortly after fired his energy weapon at a black quadrupedal entity with a human face later determined to be his mother's. Following each "kill", he would speak into a radio claiming to have "bagged another one", which received an incomprehensible reply. After approximately 10 minutes of this behaviour, the Subject found a door which lead outside onto a green field at noon. A yellow bus pulled up alongside the Subject and a number of entities resembling classic mythological monsters4 disembarked. They sat at a table and proceeded to play a game of poker, in which the currency being used was the teeth of the participants. The game continued for 50 minutes, during which time the Subject lost approximately half of his own teeth, but won a notable pile of teeth belonging to the vampire and Frankenstein's monster. After a final hand, the Subject declared himself the winner and proceeded to replace his lost teeth with those he had won during the game, to the consternation of the others. The Subject then stepped onto the bus, the door of which led to a bedroom. Three naked women were on the bed, which the Subject approached. He began to disrobe, at which point the effects of SCP-4188 ended and the Subject fell asleep on the bed. The researcher accompanying the Subject contacted the Site shortly after to report that they were in the Subject's bedroom, approximately 1km away. Subject: Agent Roger Southwell Results: Shortly following the onset of SCP-4188's effects, an entity bearing a resemblance to Site Director Ford entered the testing chamber. The Subject immediately attacked and began viciously beating the entity. This continued for 57 minutes, the entity remaining alive and conscious during the entire processes, before the effects ended and the Subject entered regular sleep. Subject has been referred for psychological examination. Operation Riding High In an attempt at employing the effects of SCP-4188 in a way beneficial to Foundation activities, a number of experiments were lead by Director Shirley Gillespie involving the use of SCP-4188 by Foundation agents skilled in lucid dreaming.5 The project proved initially successful as the agents were able to gain some significant control over the reality manipulation abilities provided by SCP-4188. Unfortunately, following the first scheduled field test and Incident 4188/05, Operation Riding High was deemed too risky for regular deployment and the project was terminated. See Incident Log 4188/05 below for details. Incident Log 4188/05 Three agents under the effects of SCP-4188 were deployed to a suspected Warp distribution warehouse as part of Operation Riding High. The operation began cleanly, as the agents were able to exit the Site-119 testing chamber and directly enter a small side room within the warehouse at which point the warehouse and its occupants became subject to the effects of SCP-4188 used by the agents. Using the effects of SCP-4188, they were able to sufficiently distract the occupants of the warehouse to allow the agents to neutralise a number of them stealthily. At this point, one of the targets began exhibiting SCP-4188 effects, having apparently taken a dose as soon as the commotion began. The conflicting intentions between the agents and the hostile target caused a panic state in everyone under the effect of SCP-4188, leading to a loss of control by the agents. The resulting chaos caused by four conflicting dream states lead to a number of large-scale events witnessed by and involving significant numbers of civilians in the surrounding areas. The range of effect of SCP-4188 during this was increased significantly beyond normal during these events. Events of note include: A manifestation of the moon appearing in the sky above the warehouse and rapidly descending towards the surface, before stopping above the water nearby. Thousands of human corpses in various states of mutilation then began to fall from the moon, impacting the water and surrounding docks. The appearance of eyeballs from a variety of species in the sky. Each of the eyes continually cried blood and produced a screaming sound that could be heard throughout the affected area. The eyes were observed to track the positions of any people visible to the sky. The manifestation of a large (approximately 10m long) skeletal serpentine entity which sought out nearby humans. The flesh of anyone nearby would be anomalously stripped from their bodies and applied to that of the serpent entity. Victims remained alive and conscious during this process. The teeth of all humans in the affected area violently burst from their mouths and onto the ground nearby, before rapidly regrowing and repeating the process. The teeth then coalesced into vaguely humanoid forms and began assaulting the nearby populace. This lasted for the full duration of SCP-4188's effects before response teams were able to reach the agents and wake them using adrenaline shots, triggering reversion of the effects. Alongside the agents, a number of pieces of equipment were recovered from the warehouse, each piece primarily consisting of a humanoid entity with a rotary telephone in place of its head. The cord of the telephone was connected to a glass tank in which a purple fluid was being collected. The design of the equipment is consistent with that known to be used by the Oneiroi Collective. The resulting cover-up these events required cost thousands of man-hours and millions of dollars. Operation Riding High was terminated, and the agents involved amnesticised at their request. Footnotes 1. For example, physical injuries are not fully reversed, alterations to the structure of buildings are not fully corrected. 2. This is common of humans created under the effects of SCP-4188, especially those intended to resemble real people. 3. It should be noted that the Subject does not speak Russian. 4. A mummy, a vampire, a werewolf and Frankenstein's monster. 5. A lucid dream is a dream during which the dreamer is aware that they are dreaming, and are thus able to exert some control over the dream.
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SCP-4189 Item #: SCP-4189 Special Containment Procedures: Satellite monitoring systems are to report any coral or geologic aberrations in the northern quarter of the Great Barrier Reef. Once SCP-4189 is precisely located, analog torpedoes are to be fired at it, with surviving SCP-4189 fragments recontained and brought to the nearest Site. Description: SCP-4189 is a sapient coral colony approximately 450 meters in radius, located in the Great Barrier Reef. SCP-4189 is composed of over 100 various species of coral. Additionally, many sections of coral are in fact hybrids of two or more coral species, despite most of these hybrids being ordinarily considered biologically impossible. These hybrid polyps, which grow irregularly across SCP-4189, are composed of a mix of cells of the various species. SCP-4189 polyps are lined with chromatophores (similar to those of cephalopods) and neuron-like structures that link them to the rest of the colony, creating a singular hive-mind. SCP-4189 is capable of influencing the surrounding water through various means; these include altering the local pH, absorbing or releasing dissolved minerals, influencing the reproduction rate of plankton, and creating localized areas of colder or warmer water. Due to these manipulations, SCP-4189 has cultivated an unusually diverse ecosystem surrounding it, with as many as 350 species of sea creature living within it. When a new species enters SCP-4189's vicinity, SCP-4189 will sprout a larger polyp, and use it to consume a member of the new species. Radioisotope testing shows the biomass of the animal is completely disseminated through SCP-4189's polyps. Once this occurs, SCP-4189 exerts a limited control over members of that species in proximity to it. Human divers subject to SCP-4189's influence report SCP-4189 communicating with them telepathically. SCP-4189 shares sensory input with controlled creatures. When either the creature or SCP-4189 is disturbed, SCP-4189 changes color to orange and purple, then dispatches other organisms to attack the intruder. SCP-4189 is growing at a rate of approximately 1 square meter per week. SCP-4189's growth is suppressed mainly by the recent proliferation of crown-of-thorns starfish who feed on it and other coral. Analysis suggests that the toxins present in the spines of these starfish disrupt SCP-4189's control, preventing it from deploying predators to consume the starfish. Addendum - 06/19/2018: During a routine use of underwater REGGIE drones1 to eliminate crown-of-thorns starfish from nonanomalous coral reefs approximately 0.3 km away, a drone malfunctioned and sank to the bottom, whereupon a group of cuttlefish brought it to SCP-4189. SCP-4189 ingested the drone with one of its polyps, and changed colors erratically for several minutes. During this time, many of the animals under its control experienced severe seizures. Following this, SCP-4189 became inert, and the surviving fish ceased symptoms and left the area. 52 hours later, SCP-4189 reactivated, violently ejecting its polyps and growing new ones. These new polyps emitted a radio signal that caused all REGGIE drones in the area to surround SCP-4189, become covered in coral growths, and attack all crown-of-thorns starfish nearby. SCP-4189 then manifested several dozen legs made of coral, lifted itself off the sea floor, and began walking southwest. Footnotes 1. A Foundation model based heavily on the Queensland University of Technology's COTSBot.
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SCP-4189 Item #: SCP-4189 Special Containment Procedures: Satellite monitoring systems are to report any coral or geologic aberrations in the northern quarter of the Great Barrier Reef. Once SCP-4189 is precisely located, analog torpedoes are to be fired at it, with surviving SCP-4189 fragments recontained and brought to the nearest Site. Description: SCP-4189 is a sapient coral colony approximately 450 meters in radius, located in the Great Barrier Reef. SCP-4189 is composed of over 100 various species of coral. Additionally, many sections of coral are in fact hybrids of two or more coral species, despite most of these hybrids being ordinarily considered biologically impossible. These hybrid polyps, which grow irregularly across SCP-4189, are composed of a mix of cells of the various species. SCP-4189 polyps are lined with chromatophores (similar to those of cephalopods) and neuron-like structures that link them to the rest of the colony, creating a singular hive-mind. SCP-4189 is capable of influencing the surrounding water through various means; these include altering the local pH, absorbing or releasing dissolved minerals, influencing the reproduction rate of plankton, and creating localized areas of colder or warmer water. Due to these manipulations, SCP-4189 has cultivated an unusually diverse ecosystem surrounding it, with as many as 350 species of sea creature living within it. When a new species enters SCP-4189's vicinity, SCP-4189 will sprout a larger polyp, and use it to consume a member of the new species. Radioisotope testing shows the biomass of the animal is completely disseminated through SCP-4189's polyps. Once this occurs, SCP-4189 exerts a limited control over members of that species in proximity to it. Human divers subject to SCP-4189's influence report SCP-4189 communicating with them telepathically. SCP-4189 shares sensory input with controlled creatures. When either the creature or SCP-4189 is disturbed, SCP-4189 changes color to orange and purple, then dispatches other organisms to attack the intruder. SCP-4189 is growing at a rate of approximately 1 square meter per week. SCP-4189's growth is suppressed mainly by the recent proliferation of crown-of-thorns starfish who feed on it and other coral. Analysis suggests that the toxins present in the spines of these starfish disrupt SCP-4189's control, preventing it from deploying predators to consume the starfish. Addendum - 06/19/2018: During a routine use of underwater REGGIE drones1 to eliminate crown-of-thorns starfish from nonanomalous coral reefs approximately 0.3 km away, a drone malfunctioned and sank to the bottom, whereupon a group of cuttlefish brought it to SCP-4189. SCP-4189 ingested the drone with one of its polyps, and changed colors erratically for several minutes. During this time, many of the animals under its control experienced severe seizures. Following this, SCP-4189 became inert, and the surviving fish ceased symptoms and left the area. 52 hours later, SCP-4189 reactivated, violently ejecting its polyps and growing new ones. These new polyps emitted a radio signal that caused all REGGIE drones in the area to surround SCP-4189, become covered in coral growths, and attack all crown-of-thorns starfish nearby. SCP-4189 then manifested several dozen legs made of coral, lifted itself off the sea floor, and began walking southwest. Footnotes 1. A Foundation model based heavily on the Queensland University of Technology's COTSBot.
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About midway through the walk, they report seeing a black figure in their periphery. Turning around fails to reveal its location. SCP-4190 By: Lt Flops Published on 15 Mar 2019 04:59 ▷ Show Code ◁ △ Hide Code △ @import url(https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Montserrat:wght@600;700&display=swap); /* Centered Header Sigma * [2021 Wikidot Component] * By Lt Flops (CC BY-SA 3.0) * Forked from: * Penumbra Theme by EstrellaYoshte * Also based on: * Centered Header BHL by Woedenaz **/ /* ---- VARS ---- */ :root{ --titleColor: hsl(0, 0%, 95%); --subtitleColor: hsl(60, 62%, 85%); --lgurl: url(https://scp-wiki.wdfiles.com/local--files/component:pride-highlighter/lgbtqp_logo.svg); } /* ---- SITE BANNER ---- */ #header, div#header{ background-image: none; } #header::before{ position: absolute; width: 100%; height: 100%; content: ""; background-image: var(--lgurl); background-position: center top; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-size: auto 9em; opacity: .33; } #header h1, #header h2{ float: none; margin-left: 0; text-align: center; } #header h1 span, #header h2 span{ /* Hide the Existing Text */ display: none; } #header h1 a::before, #header h2::before{ /* Style the New Text */ font-family: "Montserrat", "Arial", sans-serif; text-shadow: none; } #header h1 a::before{ position: relative; bottom: .15em; color: var(--titleColor); font-size: 115%; font-weight: 700; } #header h2::before{ position: relative; top: .1em; color: var(--subtitleColor); font-size: 130%; font-weight: 600; } #header h1 a::before{ /* Set the New Text's Content From Variable */ content: var(--header-title, "SCP FOUNDATION"); } #header h2::before{ content: var(--header-subtitle, "SECURE - CONTAIN - PROTECT"); } /* ---- SEARCH ---- */ #search-top-box{ top: 1em; right: 0; } #search-top-box-form input.button{ margin-right: 0; } #search-top-box-input, #search-top-box-input:hover, #search-top-box-input:focus, #search-top-box-form input[type=submit], #search-top-box-form input[type=submit]:hover, #search-top-box-form input[type=submit]:focus{ border-radius: 0; box-shadow: none; font-size: 100%; } /* ---- TOP BAR ---- */ #top-bar{ right: 0; display: flex; justify-content: center; } #top-bar ul li ul{ border-bottom: 1px solid hsl(0, 0%, 40%); box-shadow: none; } /* ---- LOGIN ---- */ #login-status{ top: 1.1em; right: initial; color: hsl(0, 0%, 87%); } #account-topbutton{ border-color: hsl(0, 0%, 87%); font-size: 100%; } /* ---- PAGE TITLE ---- */ .meta-title, #page-title{ text-align: center; } /* ---- BREADCRUMBS ---- */ .pseudocrumbs, #breadcrumbs{ text-align: center; } /* ---- MOBILE DISPLAY ---- */ @media (max-width: 767px){ #search-top-box{ top: 1.85em; width: unset; } .mobile-top-bar{ position: relative; left: 0; display: flex; justify-content: center; } #login-status{ top: 0; right: 0; } #header .printuser{ font-size: 0; } #header .printuser img.small{ margin: 0; transform: translate(6px, 4px); } #my-account{ display: none; } #account-topbutton{ margin-left: 2px; } } SCP-4190: A Twenty Thousand League Delay Author: Lt Flops Published on 15 Mar 2019 Other Works by Lt Flops! 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Personnel experiencing recurring nightmares involving being watched or pursued by shadowy figures are advised to record their experiences in a standard dream report. These reports are then to be relayed to the Site-82 Psychiatry Office. Description: SCP-4190 is a 48-page magazine measuring 18 cm by 26 cm, printed on lightweight-coated (LWC) paper. SCP-4190. All text with ephialteic (nightmare-inducing) properties has been expunged. (Hover to enlarge.) The magazine's contents feature detailed descriptions of peculiar deep-sea phenomena as observed by divers, submersibles, submarines, autonomous surveillance drones, and fish-based optics. Persons who read SCP-4190's cover or contents report experiencing vivid hypnagogic hallucinations,1 followed by nightmares within three to seven days. Reported events vary among persons; most report the recurring sensation of not being alone in the dream. Notable tests with SCP-4190 are as follows. STANDARD DREAM LOG NOTE: Each participant was requested to read SCP-4190 for ~30 min in a controlled setting. Participants were to relay any nightmares experienced within a week of reading to an on-site psychiatric specialist. All relayed nightmares were recorded via an audio device. Only willing participants were selected for this test. PARTICIPANT: D-3467 ESTIMATED DEGREE OF RECALL: LOW NIGHTMARE SUMMARY: Participant reports walking through a damp, dark, and narrow hallway. Neither the ceiling nor the end of the hall is visible at any point during the dream. About midway through the walk, they report seeing a black figure in their periphery. Turning around fails to reveal its location. PARTICIPANT: D-3852 ESTIMATED DEGREE OF RECALL: MEDIUM NIGHTMARE SUMMARY: Participant reports arriving at the base of a towering hill on the edge of a dense forest. They report no illumination — natural or artificial — although they claim it is twilight. They scale the hill. At one point, they stumble, losing a third of their progress, after which they report the sensation of being watched. They spend the rest of the dream searching for potential predators, but cannot locate any. PARTICIPANT: Psionics Specialist Samara Maclear ESTIMATED DEGREE OF RECALL: HIGH NIGHTMARE SUMMARY: Participant reports finding themselves out of breath in front of a large, black gate surrounded by dead trees and heavy mist. No fences or connective material are located. After failing to unlatch the gate, they pivot 180 degrees and walk away from the barrier; the gate appears in front of them, halting further movement. They repeat this action 49 times, to no avail. Near the end of the dream, they sight an indeterminate figure ambling toward them from the other side of the gate. Direct visual contact with the entity is maintained until the mist becomes too dense for sight. PARTICIPANT: On-Site Researcher Jessie Quattrociocchi ESTIMATED DEGREE OF RECALL: MEDIUM NIGHTMARE SUMMARY: Participant experiences a false awakening and believes they are traversing the site. They attempt to travel to their designated parascience research station, noting that the halls have become circuitous, wrapping back into themselves. They are lost for most of the dream before travelling backward, and returning at their quarters; a torn scrap of paper with their handwriting is found on their pillow. The note is as follows. YOU ARE DOING EXCELLENT WORK PLEASE KEEP IT UP WE ARE HAVING SO MUCH FUN WE HARBOUR NO GRUDGE IT DOES NOT CARE EITHER WAY THE JOKE CAN NOT DIE FOR OUR SAKE Testing of SCP-4190 has been suspended indefinitely. Personnel are informed to continue dreaming. Footnotes 1. hypnagogic hallucinations: Dream-like sensations occurring before falling asleep. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4190" by Lt Flops, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4190. 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: arrival-of-the-mistaken-beast.png Name: Mort Kunstler, Shark Attack, Adrift for 43 Days, Male magazine front cover, April 1968 Author: Susi Pator License: Public Domain Mark 1.0 Source Link: Flickr Note: Edited by Lt Flops. Added borders, censor bars.
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SCP-4191 and SCP-4191-ẟ Item #: SCP-4191 Threat Level: Orange ● Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4191 is to be contained in a standard steel containment cell lined with a heat-resistant metal such as titanium. Food will be automatically dispensed once per day. Any leftover meat will be retrieved by 1 Class-D personnel wearing a fire-retardant suit. A small number of flammable materials (usually pieces of wood) are to be introduced twice a week to fill SCP-4191's needs. Aside from the regulated introduction of wood, no flammable materials are to be introduced within the chamber at all times. Description: SCP-4191 is a Komodo dragon (Varanus komodoensis) suffering from pyromania. SCP-4191 wears a papier mâché outfit made to resemble a common western dragon, designated SCP-4191-ẟ. SCP-4191 is capable of generating fire through SCP-4191-ẟ by self-immolation - both SCP-4191 and SCP-4191-ẟ are completely immune to the fire generated by the outfit. Removing SCP-4191-ẟ from SCP-4191 is possible, although if separated for a long time, SCP-4191 will become agitated. Analysis of SCP-4191-ẟ shows that it secretes a liquid with a glue-like consistency; this liquid is highly flammable. It is unknown how SCP-4191 manages to light up the substance. Testing has revealed that SCP-4191 is an infertile young adult male. Despite SCP-4191's pyromaniac nature, it is rather friendly and cooperative with Foundation personnel, happily playing (and subsequently incinerating) various toys given. SCP-4191 was first discovered by foundation agents following reports of multiple fires breaking out in the small village of S██████, France. After 4 days of tracking down the anomaly, SCP-4191 was intercepted and restrained by agents a few minutes after burning down an abandoned barn in a nearby village. Addendum SCP-4191 - 01/07/2015: Over the years of SCP-4191's containment, staff noticed that SCP-4191 started slowly eating less and less, becoming thinner almost to the point of the ribcage's outline showing on the side of SCP-4191. Foundation personnel trying to interact with SCP-4191 resulted in the subject being uninterested, simply walking away. The following is a conversation recorded of Researcher Wasp and Senior Researcher Avalon on the Foundation's intranet service: SR_Wasp: hey Marcus R_Hoffman: Yeah? SR_Wasp: we got an issue with 4191, it hasn't eaten for 3 days now R_Hoffman: Are you sure? SR_Wasp: yeah, we tried to force-feed it but it just spat out the food like it was junk R_Hoffman: Strange R_Hoffman: Did you ask Sparks if he could help? SR_Wasp: No I haven't, I heard he was busy with something important. But it is worth a shot [10 minutes later] R_Hoffman: So any news SR_Wasp: Yeah I asked him if he was free and he said yes. Lemme add him to the chat Z_Sparks has been added to the channel Z_Sparks: Yo, so what's this problem you told me about R_Hoffman: One of the SCPs we are assigned to is slowly starving to death, we can't find the reason why SR_Wasp: Hey and yeah that's pretty much it. Z_Sparks: mmh, did anything happen that could have traumatized it? SR_Wasp: Nah we checked with all the personnel assigned to it and camera footage, everything is normal R_Hoffman: Apparently from what Wasp told me it doesn't even want to interact with the researchers despite being a relatively social animal. Z_Sparks: I may have an idea, does it interact with other members of its species? SR_Wasp: it's a unique individual so no. Z_Sparks: There's your problem. It being unable to interact with another of its species for so long is a one-way ticket to a depressed animal. R_Hoffman: I see where this is going, let me go talk to the superiors for the test approval and we'll proceed Diagnosing this as a severe depression most likely caused by SCP-4191's lone status, Foundation Zoologist Sparks suggested the idea of introducing a Varanus komodoensis to SCP-4191, hoping that they would bond and cause SCP-4191 to cease its starvation. Experiment Log 4191 - 1 Date: 01/10/2015 Purpose of the test: Preventing SCP-4191 from starving to death by introducing him to one of his kind. Test Result: A young female Komodo dragon was introduced to the chamber. After 5 minutes, SCP-4191 started moving toward the female at a slow pace until fully facing the subject. The two sniffed each other for around 2 minutes and appeared to begin playing. 30 minutes after the beginning of the test, SCP-4191 suddenly lit itself up while the female was on top of him. Due to the sudden heat, the subject quickly went to hide in one of the corners of the chamber. SCP-4191 appeared distraught and tried to approach to no avail. The test ended after 5 minutes after the incident. After the test, the female was treated for first-degree burns to the stomach and legs and was donated to a near-by zoo soon after. Z_Sparks: So how did it go R_Hoffman: It was a disaster. Z_Sparks: How come SR_Wasp: it accidentally injured the komodo. The test only worsened it's condition. Z_Sparks: So wait, after reading the entry it says that it can burn things right? R_Hoffman: Yeah pretty much Z_Sparks: I remember reading a report about fire-breathing varans captured by the French division. SR_Wasp: wait, are you suggesting we could cross-test the two? What if they don't consider 4191 one of their own and attack it? R_Hoffman: It's our best solution, otherwise we'll have a neutralized SCP on our hands Z_Sparks: ^ SR_Wasp: true, although who shall we contact to get a hold of one of those? R_Hoffman: Apparently a researcher named Grym is responsible for them, I'll contact him. Z_Sparks: Make sure to tell him its important. R_Hoffman: yeah, yeah, let me handle it. Addendum SCP-4191 - 01/16/2015: It was decided to introduce SCP-4191 to SCP-124-FR that were discovered in Australia by the French branch of the Foundation on 06/17/2012. SCP-124-FR demonstrated a near immunity to fire and high temperatures. Senior Researcher Avalon requested Site Aleph to ship 2 SCP-124-FR instances to Site-248 for testing. Experiment Log 4191 - 2 Date: 01/10/2015 Purpose of the test: Preventing SCP-4191 from starving to death by introducing it to a pair of SCP-124-FR instances. Test Result: Both instances of SCP-124-FR were introduced. SCP-4191 immediately fled into the corner of its chamber and stayed there while the pair of SCP-124-FR began to explore the chamber. This lasted for 5 minutes until one instance of SCP-124-FR saw SCP-4191 moving toward it at a slow pace. Pausing every few seconds to stick its tongue out, until it was a meter away from SCP-4191, the pair stood motionless staring at each other. When SCP-124-FR approached SCP-4191 and began to sniff its neck, SCP-4191 immediately lit up on contact. SCP-124-FR backed up in shock, staring at SCP-4191 for a minute before advancing forwards and rubbing its head on SCP-4191 neck. It then turned and walked towards the other instance of SCP-124-FR. SCP-4191 tilted its head then followed SCP-124-FR. The other instance of SCP-124-FR sniffed SCP-4191 and began to rub its head on SCP-4191 shoulder. This grooming ritual lasted for 5 minutes before all three instances laid down with one instance of SCP-124-FR laying on either side of SCP-4191. Following the test with the SCP-124-FRs, SCP-4191 was allowed to routinely meet with the pair, slowly regaining weight after regaining an appetite. After SCP-4191's recovery, its containment procedures were rewritten (leading up to revision REVISION 4191 - 2). A small colony of SCP-124-FR was imported from Site Aleph to Site 248 to be housed with SCP-4191. After the initial introduction of SCP-4191 to the SCP-124-FR colony, SCP-4191 was accepted into the colony by the matriarch of the group. + REVISION 4191 - 2 -Access Authorised REVISION 4191 - 2 SCP-4191 is to be contained in a 50 x 50m greenhouse cell lined with Titanium. A small colony of SCP-124-FR is to be contained with SCP-4191 to ensure the emotional integrity of SCP-4191. The chamber's habitat is designed to replicate the Australian outback possessing various caves and ponds. The chamber's flora is to be checked and replaced once every week. Because of SCP-4191's pyromaniac disorder and SCP-124-FR's territorial tendencies, Class-D personnel sent within the vivarium to tend to the flora are to be equipped with a fire-retardant suit. Regular food, including live prey, will be automatically dispensed once per day within the chamber, any leftover meat and carcasses are to be removed by Class-D personnel during the regular flora check-ups.
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Item #: SCP-4192 Site Responsible: USPAPH Site-98 Director: Harvey Henshaw Research Head: Yves Tardtakovsky Assigned Task Force: N/A Level 3/4192 CLASSIFIED SCP-4192. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4192 is to be kept inside a QED (Quantum Electrodynamic) Vacuum Chamber1, which is placed within a high-value, Safe-Class anomalous item locker. Testing with SCP-4192 should only be limited to research and with permission from Dr. Phoenix. Description: SCP-4192 refers to the nucleus of a single Hydrogen atom that emits radio waves at random intervals. Extensive analysis on SCP-4192 has shown that despite its abnormal nature, it behaves and functions properly as any nucleon or hadron would; having a positive electric charge, an elementary charge, and possessing a mass less than that of a neutron. Research on SCP-4192's makeup has been inconclusive as SCP-4192 does not appear to be composed of quarks but of something else entirely. Analysis of the radio waves generated by SCP-4192 have been recorded at 15 to 18 MHz in the form of Cosmic background noise. Addendum 4192.1: Experimentation Due to the sensitive nature of SCP-4192, the Artificial Intelligent Conscript, Goliath.aic, was created specifically to handle equipment and containment as well as perform experiments pertaining to SCP-4192. + Access Addendum - Close On 01/04/21, an experiment was conducted to ascertain the physical properties of SCP-4192 headed by Dr. Tardtakovsky under the supervision of Dr. Phoenix. Prior to testing, a hypodermic needle was refined by SCP-914 and attached to a robotic arm apparatus in order to interact with SCP-4192. During the experiment, Goliath.aic detected repulsion emanating from the atom as it breached the atomic orbital2 of SCP-4192, claiming that the repulsion was similar to that of magnets repelling each other. Despite this observation, Goliath.aic was ordered to continue with the test and push the needle further into the atom. The experiment was immediately interrupted by an Omega One Alert from Foundation satellites, which reported an extremely large celestial object approaching the planet. Imaging from the satellite feed depicted a tubular metal rod with a projected collision directed towards the North American continent that was expected to strike Philadelphia; the current location of Site-98. Goliath.aic immediately withdrew the needle apparatus from SCP-4192, effectuating the large object to immediately reverse in its direction until it could no longer be detected by the satellites. Following this, all testing with SCP-4192 is currently forbidden. There are currently no plans to be made of SCP-4192's research. Footnotes 1. A vacuum chamber in which the quantum state of all energy existing within is at its lowest possible state as Zero-point energy. QED Vacuum Chambers are useful in isolating and separating the elementary particles in matter or function as containment for anomalous phenomena that exist at a subatomic level. 2. Informally known as the electron cloud, the atomic orbital is an area around the atomic nucleus where the electron is capable of existing at any given moment within the area simultaneously. This principle is often associated with acts of quantum superposition or quantum uncertainty. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4192" by Connor MacWarren, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4192. 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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D-766831 holds SCP-4193 caplet up to the camera Item #: SCP-4193 Special Containment Procedures: All known instances of SCP-4193 are to be kept in a secure container at Site-23. Test subjects may only be administered more than one dose of SCP-4193 if due for termination or if a long-term humanoid containment cell is available. Description: SCP-4193 is the group designation for a supply of 32 blue pharmaceutical caplets, 8mm in diameter with the "playboy bunny" embossed on one side. The first time an SCP-4193 caplet is ingested, it acts as a combination of nonsteroidal anti-inflammatory drug (NSAID) of the propionic acid class and a triptan, only with nearly instant effect and no side effects other than slight pupil dilation. SCP-4193 relieves migraines, cluster headaches, fever, swelling, and muscle stiffness. If the subject suffers from chronic migraines, intervals between regular episodes will increase from 30 to 180 days.2 The second time a particular subject is administered an SCP-4193 caplet, in addition to the above effects, the subject's eyes, including the skull's eye sockets and all connective and nerve tissue, painlessly decrease in size by 50% (±2%) over the course of half a second. After the metamorphic change, the subject is myopic (nearsighted), similar to some cases of microphthalmia and/or nanophthalmos.3 The subject acquires the anomalous ability to focus on objects to a level of detail approximately equivalent to utilizing an optical microscope at 10x magnification. Subjects describe using this anomalous ability as "like zooming in with a camera."4 Subsequently, each time an SCP-4193 caplet is ingested, the subject's eyes decrease in size by another 50%, the myopia becomes more acute, and the possible "magnification" increases tenfold. This process reaches a limit when a subject's eyes are 1mm in diameter, providing vision that tests at approximately 6/30 on the Visual Acuity scale, and correlating with the anomalous ability to focus on nearby objects with the equivalent of roughly 10,000x magnification. However, from the third SCP-4193 caplet onward, SCP-4193 releases anywhere from 40 to ███ mg of MDMA into the subject's bloodstream whenever taken.5 While some test subjects consistently received a relatively safe amount of MDMA, multiple test subjects died from acute MDMA toxicity following hyperthermia, hyponatraemia, serotonin syndrome, and multiple organ failure before reaching the limit of SCP-4193's anomalous effects. Test subjects may report hallucinations after taking an SCP-4193 caplet. On average hallucinations started after the fourth or fifth dose.6 Once experienced, these side effects never abate and can be divided into three categories of hallucinations: Some humans are seen as motile corpses, wet with rot and extensively infested with slow-moving worms or maggots; the worms are invariably described as approximately 0.1 mm thick and never described as longer than 5 mm Some humans, usually authority figures or loved ones, are perceived as human-shaped swarms of insects; swarm organisms are of varying types and no individual insect is ever described as longer than 5 mm Subjects report minuscule humanoids, 2 to 10 mm in height, which attempt to crawl into the orifices of living humans, especially the test subject7 Supplement 4193-1: Discovery A bottle of SCP-4193 caplets was discovered while examining the effects of a minor Person of Interest, Rhonda Clayton, after her reported death on 2016-11-03 at age 94. On acquisition, the caplets were stored inside a commercially available 8 dram amber vial with reversible cap and a laser-printed label in comic sans which read: "migraine medicine e by dado take 1 pill not 2 pill u trust dado" The only other medicines found were over-the-counter painkillers and 15 Nuplazid (pimavanserin) 34 mg capsules, in a bottle that indicated that they had been prescribed to a local acquaintance of PoI Clayton, ███ ██████.8 Starting at the age of 20, Rhonda Clayton had acquired an extensive criminal record, with charges including fraud, racketeering, and violation of the Harrison Narcotics Tax Act. After being released from prison in 1962, no further negative interactions with the law appeared on Clayton's public record, not even traffic violations. Starting in 2013, Clayton made a small name for herself in the non-anomalous art scene in her home state of Texas carving toothpicks into miniature sculpture using dental tools. Clayton came to Foundation attention in 2014 when she started cultivating friendships in the anomalous art scene, including an extensive mail correspondence with Person of Interest █████ ███████. In addition, Foundation agents found the following email correspondence on a desktop PC in PoI Clayton's bedroom, evidence, in conjunction with the bottle's label, that the SCP-4193 caplets had been produced by "dado," a Person of Interest responsible for creating several anomalous pharmaceutical products and anomalous businesses. + Email Thread - Email Thread Date: 2015-01-10 From: moc.loa|cadohrynit#moc.loa|cadohrynit To: moc.oohay|odadmaisey#moc.oohay|odadmaisey9 HELLO DARLING, a friend of mine tells me you are an expert in alternative medicine. Date: 2015-01-12 From: moc.oohay|odadmaisey#moc.oohay|odadmaisey To: moc.loa|cadohrynit#moc.loa|cadohrynit yes i am dado hello. Date: 2015-01-13 From: moc.loa|cadohrynit#moc.loa|cadohrynit To: moc.oohay|odadmaisey#moc.oohay|odadmaisey Well, you see, I'm healthy as a horse except I have these terrible migraines. Just AWFUL. Normal medicines don't help much. The doctors tell me I shouldn't take too many painkillers. They say they make it WORSE. Can you believe that? Does that even MAKE SENSE to you? CAN YOU HELP ME PLEASE! Date: 2015-01-14 From: moc.oohay|odadmaisey#moc.oohay|odadmaisey To: moc.loa|cadohrynit#moc.loa|cadohrynit i make 4 u. u trust dado. i ship 2 u in one week. no charge. i have amazon asreofo;pprime Date: 2015-01-15 From: moc.loa|cadohrynit#moc.loa|cadohrynit To: moc.oohay|odadmaisey#moc.oohay|odadmaisey O, Mr. dado, are you all right? I sometimes pound on the keyboard like that when I have a migraine. It's like my eyes are too big for MY SKULL. Sometimes I close my eyes and push on them, and that helps a little, even though I'm not supposed to DO THAT. I sometimes feel like if only something could make my eyeballs shrink THE PAIN WOULD GO AWAY. Date: 2015-01-16 From: moc.oohay|odadmaisey#moc.oohay|odadmaisey To: moc.loa|cadohrynit#moc.loa|cadohrynit sorry hamster walk on keyboard. i help u with eye 2 Date: 2015-01-17 From: moc.loa|cadohrynit#moc.loa|cadohrynit To: moc.oohay|odadmaisey#moc.oohay|odadmaisey O, YOU CAN help with the pressure, too? I'm in ecstasy, Mr. dado. And it's REASSURING TO KNOW you have a pet. Date: 2015-01-21 From: moc.oohay|odadmaisey#moc.oohay|odadmaisey To: moc.loa|cadohrynit#moc.loa|cadohrynit i can do e 2. i already make. u get them soon. Date: 2015-02-02 From: moc.loa|cadohrynit#moc.loa|cadohrynit To: moc.oohay|odadmaisey#moc.oohay|odadmaisey Mr. dado, honey, these are AMAZING! I took one and the pain and the pressure went away instantly! I'm going to tell all my friends about you and YOUR AMAZING WORK. Date: 2015-02-11 From: moc.oohay|odadmaisey#moc.oohay|odadmaisey To: moc.loa|cadohrynit#moc.loa|cadohrynit pls leave feedback on amazon Date: 2015-02-12 From: moc.loa|cadohrynit#moc.loa|cadohrynit To: moc.oohay|odadmaisey#moc.oohay|odadmaisey O, my friends don't pay attention to Amazon, hon. I'll do that but I'll give you some WORD-OF-MOUTH. P.S. THE LITTLE PLAYBOY BUNNY IS CUTE but I'm a bit old for that Mr. dado Date: 2015-08-20 From: moc.loa|cadohrynit#moc.loa|cadohrynit To: moc.oohay|odadmaisey#moc.oohay|odadmaisey GOD WHAT DO THESE PILLS DO WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME Date: 2015-08-25 From: moc.oohay|odadmaisey#moc.oohay|odadmaisey To: moc.loa|cadohrynit#moc.loa|cadohrynit u read label, 1 pill not 2 Date: 2015-08-26 From: moc.loa|cadohrynit#moc.loa|cadohrynit To: moc.oohay|odadmaisey#moc.oohay|odadmaisey O, Mr. dado, you misunderstand! I didn't take two on the same day. It's been months and months since I've had a migraine. That NEVER happens! I'm SO IMPRESSED WITH YOUR LITTLE BLUE PILLS! O, I was a little horrified when my eyes shrank, but then when I was able to work on my toothpick art without a magnifying glass… EVEN MORE DETAIL… Mr dado, you are a GODSEND! I can wear my sunglasses when I go out or when someone visits, at my age I can't afford vanity anyway. It's like you anticipated my needs! I'm going to recommend you to EVERYONE! Date: 2015-09-01 From: moc.oohay|odadmaisey#moc.oohay|odadmaisey To: moc.loa|cadohrynit#moc.loa|cadohrynit yes no more than 2 same day. that what dado meant. pls leave feedback on amazon prime. thank Date: 2015-10-01 From: moc.loa|cadohrynit#moc.loa|cadohrynit To: moc.oohay|odadmaisey#moc.oohay|odadmaisey HOLY SHIT I WANT TO GO DANCING LEAVING ALL THE FEEDBACK10 Additional email correspondence on the desktop computer confirmed that PoI Clayton recommended PoI dado to relatives and acquaintances of her old criminal contacts and to her associates in the art scene. Foundation analysts conclude that PoI Clayton's recommendations are a contributory factor in the requests subsequently received by PoI dado. PoI Clayton died in a head-on collision with a semi truck after driving on the left side of the I-35 highway in her 2002 Honda Civic at a speed of roughly 100 kph, greatly attenuating the length of her vehicle and pulverizing most of her body, including the skull. When PoI Clayton's home in Austin, TX was searched by the Foundation, in addition to the desktop computer and SCP-4193, agents discovered a sculpture different from PoI Clayton's usual work. The sculpture is nine feet tall, vaguely humanoid, with bovine-like horns, and made of approximately 200,000 interlocking toothpick carvings, each of a maggot with a smiling human face. The sculpture had an attached post-it note, photographed below: Footnotes 1. D-76683 was selected as the first test subject for SCP-4193 by reason of debilitating, chronic, treatment-resistant migraines in his medical history. At the request of Dr. ████ ███████, excerpts from test logs relating to D-76683 have been added to this report in the footnotes. 2. During a migraine attack, D-76683 was administered his first SCP-4193 caplet. D-76683 reported that the pain had subsided and added: "That was better than sex. Wish I could celebrity endorse this shit." 3. Hyperopia (farsightedness) is more common in individuals with non-anomalous genetic microphthalmia or nanophthalmos, but myopia does occur. Aside from any myopia, all sight defects are corrected by the metamorphic change induced by SCP-4193, including blindness, provided the subject's eyes are intact at the start of the process. 4. D-76683, after his second dose, reported: "Still better than sex, even with the tiny eye thing and the puke-worthy deal where I can see the pores on my hands and stuff." 5. After his third dose, D-76683 commented: "FUCK YEAH! Now this is sex!" 6. For the purpose of analysis, only subjects that survived at least five doses of SCP-4193 were considered; see Supplement 4193-2 for full test data. 7. D-76683 started experiencing hallucinations after his fourth SCP-4193 caplet. D-76683 only made a single statement on the subject: "If the little guys get inside you, they kill you and become the worms. You're fucked. They have a plan, but you don't want to fucking know." 8. ███ ██████, who had been diagnosed with Parkinson’s disease in 2002, died of aspiration pneumonia on 2016-07-13. Nuplazid is prescribed for the treatment of hallucinations and delusions associated with Parkinson’s disease psychosis. Rhonda Clayton had not been diagnosed with Parkinson’s. 9. No account by this name appears in Verizon's Yahoo registration records 10. There is no record of anyone resembling PoI dado as a seller on Amazon until 2018
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Item #: SCP-4195 An instance of SCP-4195 during its bloom. Special Containment Procedures: The property surrounding SCP-4195 location has been purchased by the Foundation. Research Group Ibis-12 is to remain on site and maintain the property. All instances of SCP-4195 and SCP-4195-1 are to be recorded and sent to an anomalous objects vault at Site-81. Description: SCP-4195 is the designation given to a variety of flora from a garden located outside of a home in Jacksonville, IL. All instances of SCP-4195 manifest as random species of traditional gardening flowers. SCP-4195 instances are able to bloom in spite of weather conditions or the local climate. All instances have an increased sprouting rate in comparison to flowers of the same species. SCP-4195 will produce various objects inside of them, which are hereby referred to as SCP-4195-1. (See Addendum.1 for more details). SCP-4195 instances will grow to accommodate each SCP-4195-1 instance's respective size. Addendum.1: Flower Species Produced Phalaenopsis schilleriana (Orchid) SCP-4195-1 Instances Found A fifty centimeter angel statue. Flower Species Produced Tulipa kaufmanniana (Tulip) SCP-4195-1 Instances Found A plane ticket for Economy Class heading from LGA1 to LAS2. Flower Species Produced Rosa 'Mister Lincoln' (Rose) SCP-4195-1 Instances Found A slip of paper with a phone number on it. When called, the number goes to voicemail and plays an automated message telling the caller that "Franklin" will call back soon. Flower Species Produced Antirrhinum (Snapdragon) SCP-4195-1 Instances Found A silver wedding band. Flower Species Produced Dianthus caryophyllus (Carnation) SCP-4195-1 Instances Found A picture of a house and a smiling man in front of a flower garden, presumed to be SCP-4195. Flower Species Produced Rudbeckia hirta (Black-eyed Susan) SCP-4195-1 Instances Found A child's blanket with the name "Mark" hand-embroidered on it. Flower Species Produced Narcissus requienii (Daffodil) SCP-4195-1 Instances Found A cancellation order for a plane ticket going from LGA to LAS. Flower Species Produced Atropa belladonna (Deadly Nightshade) SCP-4195-1 Instances Found A bill from the Jacksonville Pediatric Office totaling about $10,000 USD. Flower Species Produced Hyacinthus (Purple Hyacinth) SCP-4195-1 Instances Found A gun license. Flower Species Produced Cirsium vulgare (Spear Thistle) SCP-4195-1 Instances Found A pack of cigarettes and a lighter. Flower Species Produced Antirrhinum (Snap Dragon) SCP-4195-1 Instances Found Employment termination notice from a local fire department. Flower Species Produced Begonia x semperflorens-cultorum (Wax begonia) SCP-4195-1 Instances Found A foreclosure statement on a home. Flower Species Produced Bellis perennis (Daisy) SCP-4195-1 Instances Found A pillow, which contains trace amounts of saliva on the cover. Flower Species Produced Leucanthemum vulgare (Oxe-eye Daisy) SCP-4195-1 Instances Found A baby monitor which faintly transmits sounds of struggle. Attempts at locating transceiving end have resulted in faliure. Flower Species Produced Lycoris squamigera (Resurrection lily) SCP-4195-1 Instances Found A previously fired 9mm bullet. Footnotes 1. An IATA airport code for an airport located in New York. 2. An IATA airport code for an airport located in Las Vegas.
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4/4196 LEVEL 4/4196 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-4196 Earliest known photo of SCP-4196 (right) dated July 1915 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4196 is presently uncontained following its object reclassification and breach of initial containment (see Addendum 4196-4). A list of candidate remanifestation locations has been assembled. These locations are to be continuously observed as the Foundation conducts an ongoing search for historically analogous candidate sites bordering roadways across the following US states: Alabama Arizona Arkansas Florida Georgia Louisiana Mississippi New Mexico North Carolina South Carolina Tennessee Texas Virginia West Virginia Should containment of SCP-4196 be reestablished, the surrounding area is to be surveyed using ground-penetrating radar for the presence of human remains. If discovered, the bodies are to be uncovered and continuously observed by visual and radar imaging. Description: SCP-4196 is an entity appearing as an elderly human woman. Witnesses universally describe SCP-4196 as resembling their grandmother. Subjects who have no recollection of their grandmother state that SCP-4196 matches their grandmother's appearance as seen in photos or as stated by family members familiar with her. SCP-4196 manifests in dilapidated structures meeting the following criteria: Borders a highway constructed after 1894 in any of the aforementioned US states Adjacent to a pond Built over or in the vicinity of a mass grave containing the corpses of incarcerated highway laborers Corpses are dated from the late 1800s to the late 1900s and range from 10 to 70 years of age upon death. Unless the cadavers are continuously observed, SCP-4196 shifts to another candidate site. SCP-4196 readily engages in conversation with anyone who enters its structure but invariably leads the topic towards aspects of the subject's family history that the subject considers shameful. Interviews with test subjects indicate that these claims are factual and no evidence of SCP-4196 telling a lie has been encountered to date. If the subject vocally refuses to accept a claim made by SCP-4196 concerning a family shame, they are teleported between 1 and 10 meters beneath the pond's bottom. Unless immediately excavated, subjects will expire from asphyxiation. Last known location of SCP-4196 Addendum 4196-1: Discovery SCP-4196 was discovered outside Gordon, Georgia on 1989/07/17 following a federal investigation into a string of arson felonies against historically black churches. The perpetrators were identified as a locally operating group of the Ku Klux Klan who regularly congregated at a pond with an old hay barn containing SCP-4196. Interrogations of the Klan chapter indicated that SCP-4196 was used as an initiation ritual as early as 1894. Autopsies and historical research on the corpses under SCP-4196 suggested that they were forced prison laborers estimated to have died between 1880 and 1979. Addendum 4196-2: Initial Containment Log A preliminary list of SCP-4196's containment procedures and activation requirements were drafted following extensive interviews of incarcerated members of the Georgia chapter of the Ku Klux Klan. Site was purchased by a Foundation shell corporation and disguised as a natural gas drilling operation. + Initial Interview Log - Close log Date: 1989/07/20 Interviewed: SCP-4196 Interviewer: Dr. Paul Hayward Preliminary Note: Research lead Dr. Paul Hayward volunteered for the initial interview with SCP-4196. Dr. Hayward was outfitted with a radio transponder and an emergency respirator with an air supply of 30 minutes. Interview recorded via video cassette tape. <Begin Log> Hayward: Hello, my name is - 4196: Oh I know my strappin' young Paul when I see him! Is that Foundation of yours feedin' you well? I can get you a 'possum ready, good bastin' fat there. Come, sit. SCP-4196 motions Dr. Hayward to take a seat on a barrel in the corner of the shack. 4196: Now tell Grammy all about how college went. She never got to see you get that PhD, you know? The cancer being what it was. Hayward: I'm… actually here to talk about you. How are - 4196: Oh, how ole' grandma Calver is? Well it has been a bit lonely out here since Fred died but I've managed well. I have bridge club with the ladies in the parish over next week. Hayward: You are not my grandmother. 4196: Of course not, Paul! Clever boy, you were. Got you into trouble then. I see it still does now. Hayward: Can you explain why you only appear when the corpses are observed? 4196: It's what got them here. They saw Grammy. Talked with her. They called it their birthright, but at least they saw. So I remained. Now it's got you here. Grammy always liked company, Paul. Hayward: So our continued observation will make you remain here? 4196: Well, you're here now, visitin' and askin' about me while we sit above it. You're lookin' at it, thinkin' at it. Hayward: What is your connection to the bodies beneath us? 4196: Do you remember the last big family Thanksgivin' we had back in '64, when your Pappy George was still with us? Oh remember the stories of the war he would tell, what was that phrase he said about the Nazis? Hayward: The only proper way to deal with a fascist is using naval ordnance. 4196: Oh you do remember your family! Why you couldn't have been more than- Hayward: 15. What does this have to do with 22 missing highway workers beneath us? 4196: You mean the coloreds on the chain-gang1? Hayward: The black highway workers, yes. 4196: It's easier to talk about Thanksgivin' in '64 than what's below. You would rather talk about it. Hayward: It is and I would, but that is not why I am here today. 4196: Honest. George liked that in you, shame he never spoke to you after '64. SCP-4196 looks out the opening of the shack at the pond outside. 4196: For them? I can't tell you their story any more than the road over there can. Hayward: Then why are you here? 4196: Thanksgivin's after '64 weren't so nice, were they? What with your Uncle John being hauled off by the state and that trouble you got into with that other boy behind the high school. Hayward: What does my past have to do with the bodies? 4196: Nothin', you only have me and the Thanksgivin' of '64. Hayward: Then what are you? How do you have this information? 4196: I do remember that last holiday we got together, before Grammy passed in that chair in the livin' room while you were chased out. I wonder if the last thing she heard was your father callin' you a - Hayward: I know what he called me. 4196: Yet you think about it so little. Careful of what you pave over, Paul. Hayward: I think we have enough. 4196: Oh, do visit again sometime. Grammy always enjoys your company. <End Log> Addendum 4196-3: Testing logs + Testing Logs - D-114522 - 1 - Close log Date: 1989/08/19 Subject: D-114522 Preliminary Note: Subject was not informed of any anomaly before entering SCP-4196's shack. Test designed to verify statements made by PoIs associated with the anomaly's discovery regarding the conditions under which SCP-4196 will bury an interlocutor. <Begin Log> D-114522: N-Nonna? 4196: Sit down, Vinny. It has been awhile since Nonna has last seen you. How has prison been? D-114522: But… you're dead. 4196: Well someone has to be here. It would be just the road and the pond otherwise. D-114522: They want me to ask about what your first memory is. 4196: Back in the old country, Nonna couldn't have been more than 15- D-114522: I mean you. The lady I see here in this creepy-ass shack. Not the woman I know I buried four years ago. Not my Nonna. 4196: I'm just what you filled in, little Vinny. You haven't buried me yet. D-114522: Why do you look like my Nonna? 4196: Such good times we had together in the kitchen. So many memories. Almost makes you forget about the stories Great-Aunt Maria told you. The ones about Nonna made it so hard to look at her. D-114522: What about Aunt Maria? 4196: Oh, the stories! The ones about Nonna's time nursing on the African front. Couldn't have been a day past 1941. Nonna still smells it, like ammonia slipped into the the donor blood, the scent of fresh war and rotting Muslims lingering on the Libyan breeze. D-114522: I - My Nonna didn't… 4196: Look at Nonna, Vin. Would she lie to you like she did about those killing those musulmani? D-114522: You are not my Nonna! She wasn't some fascist! 4196: You're not looking at Nonna, Vincent. <End Log> End Note: D-114522 was transported 2.7 meters beneath the surface of the adjacent pond and was successfully rescued by attending personnel. Interviews with D-114522's family indicates his grandmother served as a nurse in a colonial hospital in Italian controlled Libya between 1941 and 1943. + Testing Logs - D-144623 - Close log Date: 1989/08/22 Subject: D-144623 Preliminary Note: Subject was read SCP-4196's full documentation and instructed to terminate the conversation should it broach a shameful fact about their family history. Test is to determine if rejection of SCP-4196's claims needs to be vocalized. <Begin Log> D-144623: You really do look like her… 4196: Well of course! Nanna's been waitin' for you to stop by all winter. D-144623: Can you estimate how long ago the previous group started visiting you? 4196: Well, had to be before those days at the lake. D-144623: Please put the time in terms of years. 4196: There is no meanin' in the year besides what you bring down the road to it, Heather. Like how half the fun was walkin' down that old highway until it ran into the lake. You called it exploring Atlantis. You can't have the lake without the walk, though. D-144623: I've read the reports about you. Whatever you have to say about my Nanna, I believe it. 4196: Gawkin' on the side of the road ain't the same as lookin', Heather. D-144623: I'm looking! I'm looking! Whatever you want, just don't bury me! 4196: People only bury family here, like how you buried ole Nanna. Sometimes they end up buryin' themselves while they are at it. So hard to see where Nanna ends and you begin. Gets harder beneath the pond. D-144623: I believe you! I believe you! Can- can I be done? I don't think she is going to give me a straight answer. 4196: Such eventful walks back up the old highway. D-144623: I know! I know! <End Log> End Note: D-144623 successfully exited the shack without activating SCP-4196. D-144623 refused to specify what event SCP-4196 referenced but did confirm it was both true and shameful to her. + Testing Logs - D-114522 - 2 - Close log Date: 1989/08/27 Subject: D-114522 Preliminary Note: D-114522 was placed into solitary confinement following a string of racially-motivated violent incidents resulting in the hospitalization of another D-Class. Subject was brought out of confinement for continued testing with Ethics Committee approval. Test was performed to establish whether SCP-4196 possesses memories of previous encounters. <Begin Log> D-114522: Good morning, Nonna. 4196: Why so good of you to visit again, Vin! I see your good behavior is paying off well in prison to get two visits in one month. D-114522: They - they want me to see if you remember our last talk. 4196: Of course! How could I not remember talking to my little Vinny? Big strapping lad in the prison gang now! If only Marco could see you take such pride in smashing that spic's skull. D-114522: You've… seen my Marco? 4196: Of course! He still wonders where his papa went. Just like you did. Remember those days in Jersey when we would all get together to boil tomatoes? D-114522: I… of course I do! Tell me about them anyway, Nonna, so I can tell Marco. He should know his heritage! 4196: I will tell him when he makes his way down the road, Vinny. He just has to give Nonna a visit. D-114522: Please tell me about the tomatoes, Nonna! I need those stories, for me, for Marco! 4196: You don't have days like that anymore. They're buried out there in the pond now. D-114522: I need them, Nonna! 4196: How will Marco ever look at Nonna if you don't remember? D-114522: I'll tell him all about you! All about the old country! 4196: You've buried the old country, Vincent. Buried like Momma buries the stories about you. About the work you did. About the spic's skull. D-114522: Momma wouldn't… 4196: Momma looks at Nonna, but you always had your papa's eyes, Vincent. <End Log> End Note: D-114522 was transported 4.9 meters beneath the surface of the pond. Waiting researchers were unable to extract D-114522 before he expired. Multiple tests using the same D-class put on indefinite hold per review from the Ethics Committee. Addendum 4196-4: Containment Breach Log + Testing Logs - D-123320 - Level 4 Clearance required - Close log Date: 1998/09/22 Subject: D-123320 Preliminary Note: D-123320, age 82, was transferred out of custody from the Georgia Department of Corrections following an investigation into locally operating members of the Georgia Ku Klux Klan suspected to have a connection to SCP-4196. Test designed to estimate length of SCP-4196's activity. Site communications upgraded to a dedicated shortwave radio system prior to date of log so test subject could be actively monitored and instructed by live audio. <Begin Log> 4196: Why, you have aged well, Teddy. Tell me, what part of prison has kept your skin so… taut? D-123320: Scars do that, Matron. How have you been? I see the feds are keepin' you good company. Hayward: Ask 4196 the provided question, please. 4196: Oh they keep an eye on your Matron quite well. A few more visits in person would be nice, though. I do love thinking about all the festivities held here. D-123320: [laughing] My, how the pond grew those summers. 4196: [laughing] And you worried the tree would snap if we hung another from it! Hayward: The more you cooperate, the longer you get to stay out of solitary. Ask her the question. D-123320: Oh, Matron. I miss those late nights ridin' with the knights. Wind in my hair as I clung to the tailgate of Bill's truck. Draggin' some coon behind us as the deputy howled out the window. I felt… invincible. 4196: The road buries it all, Teddy. D-123320: It does. It buried Bill last year. 4196: It buried your great-grandson this mornin'. Poor little thing. Hayward: You have 30 seconds to comply before we terminate this test and return you to state custody. D-123320: What happened? The state isn't as honest as you are. 4196: You'll be seein' your grandson soon. D-123320: Oh… Why yes, Matron. I think I will be. Hayward: Final warning. Either ask the question or get thrown back in solitary. There are other people in state custody we can use. 4196: I think Matron's nurses are calling you, Teddy. D-123320: Well, I think they would be better served chattin' with you. You always had such an honesty to you, Matron. It can carry somethin' mighty on the radio, the TV. Why, some of those young members of the family talk about using that internet! 4196: Oh, you know Matron is a bit behind the times, Teddy. D-123320: Well let your Teddy help, Matron. These days the road can come to you. I don't think these feds fully appreciate your potential in this newfangled world. audio rustles as D-123320 removes the microphone taped to his chest Hayward: What's happening in there? This test is over. Guards! D-123320: Why, just give them a chat, Matron. You would be surprised how many people you can meet out there these days. We have so many new roads just waiting for you. [COGNITOHAZARD EXPUNGED]: Why! I am beside myself here, Teddy! Hayward: Oh god… [14 MINUTES OF DATA EXPUNGED BY DR. HAYWARD] <End Log> End Note: SCP-4196 broke containment following the sudden entombment of six of the 14 personnel on site, resulting in the deaths of three. Dr. Hayward was reprimand for tampering with logs after his subsequent excavation from the pond. D-123320 made no attempts to escape and was returned to Georgia Department of Corrections custody where he resides in solitary confinement in Wilcox State Prison. Footnotes 1. Prison-labor groups commonly used on infrastructure construction throughout the United States during the late 1800s and early-to-mid 1900s, named for the laborers being chained together when working.
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4/4196 LEVEL 4/4196 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-4196 Earliest known photo of SCP-4196 (right) dated July 1915 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4196 is presently uncontained following its object reclassification and breach of initial containment (see Addendum 4196-4). A list of candidate remanifestation locations has been assembled. These locations are to be continuously observed as the Foundation conducts an ongoing search for historically analogous candidate sites bordering roadways across the following US states: Alabama Arizona Arkansas Florida Georgia Louisiana Mississippi New Mexico North Carolina South Carolina Tennessee Texas Virginia West Virginia Should containment of SCP-4196 be reestablished, the surrounding area is to be surveyed using ground-penetrating radar for the presence of human remains. If discovered, the bodies are to be uncovered and continuously observed by visual and radar imaging. Description: SCP-4196 is an entity appearing as an elderly human woman. Witnesses universally describe SCP-4196 as resembling their grandmother. Subjects who have no recollection of their grandmother state that SCP-4196 matches their grandmother's appearance as seen in photos or as stated by family members familiar with her. SCP-4196 manifests in dilapidated structures meeting the following criteria: Borders a highway constructed after 1894 in any of the aforementioned US states Adjacent to a pond Built over or in the vicinity of a mass grave containing the corpses of incarcerated highway laborers Corpses are dated from the late 1800s to the late 1900s and range from 10 to 70 years of age upon death. Unless the cadavers are continuously observed, SCP-4196 shifts to another candidate site. SCP-4196 readily engages in conversation with anyone who enters its structure but invariably leads the topic towards aspects of the subject's family history that the subject considers shameful. Interviews with test subjects indicate that these claims are factual and no evidence of SCP-4196 telling a lie has been encountered to date. If the subject vocally refuses to accept a claim made by SCP-4196 concerning a family shame, they are teleported between 1 and 10 meters beneath the pond's bottom. Unless immediately excavated, subjects will expire from asphyxiation. Last known location of SCP-4196 Addendum 4196-1: Discovery SCP-4196 was discovered outside Gordon, Georgia on 1989/07/17 following a federal investigation into a string of arson felonies against historically black churches. The perpetrators were identified as a locally operating group of the Ku Klux Klan who regularly congregated at a pond with an old hay barn containing SCP-4196. Interrogations of the Klan chapter indicated that SCP-4196 was used as an initiation ritual as early as 1894. Autopsies and historical research on the corpses under SCP-4196 suggested that they were forced prison laborers estimated to have died between 1880 and 1979. Addendum 4196-2: Initial Containment Log A preliminary list of SCP-4196's containment procedures and activation requirements were drafted following extensive interviews of incarcerated members of the Georgia chapter of the Ku Klux Klan. Site was purchased by a Foundation shell corporation and disguised as a natural gas drilling operation. + Initial Interview Log - Close log Date: 1989/07/20 Interviewed: SCP-4196 Interviewer: Dr. Paul Hayward Preliminary Note: Research lead Dr. Paul Hayward volunteered for the initial interview with SCP-4196. Dr. Hayward was outfitted with a radio transponder and an emergency respirator with an air supply of 30 minutes. Interview recorded via video cassette tape. <Begin Log> Hayward: Hello, my name is - 4196: Oh I know my strappin' young Paul when I see him! Is that Foundation of yours feedin' you well? I can get you a 'possum ready, good bastin' fat there. Come, sit. SCP-4196 motions Dr. Hayward to take a seat on a barrel in the corner of the shack. 4196: Now tell Grammy all about how college went. She never got to see you get that PhD, you know? The cancer being what it was. Hayward: I'm… actually here to talk about you. How are - 4196: Oh, how ole' grandma Calver is? Well it has been a bit lonely out here since Fred died but I've managed well. I have bridge club with the ladies in the parish over next week. Hayward: You are not my grandmother. 4196: Of course not, Paul! Clever boy, you were. Got you into trouble then. I see it still does now. Hayward: Can you explain why you only appear when the corpses are observed? 4196: It's what got them here. They saw Grammy. Talked with her. They called it their birthright, but at least they saw. So I remained. Now it's got you here. Grammy always liked company, Paul. Hayward: So our continued observation will make you remain here? 4196: Well, you're here now, visitin' and askin' about me while we sit above it. You're lookin' at it, thinkin' at it. Hayward: What is your connection to the bodies beneath us? 4196: Do you remember the last big family Thanksgivin' we had back in '64, when your Pappy George was still with us? Oh remember the stories of the war he would tell, what was that phrase he said about the Nazis? Hayward: The only proper way to deal with a fascist is using naval ordnance. 4196: Oh you do remember your family! Why you couldn't have been more than- Hayward: 15. What does this have to do with 22 missing highway workers beneath us? 4196: You mean the coloreds on the chain-gang1? Hayward: The black highway workers, yes. 4196: It's easier to talk about Thanksgivin' in '64 than what's below. You would rather talk about it. Hayward: It is and I would, but that is not why I am here today. 4196: Honest. George liked that in you, shame he never spoke to you after '64. SCP-4196 looks out the opening of the shack at the pond outside. 4196: For them? I can't tell you their story any more than the road over there can. Hayward: Then why are you here? 4196: Thanksgivin's after '64 weren't so nice, were they? What with your Uncle John being hauled off by the state and that trouble you got into with that other boy behind the high school. Hayward: What does my past have to do with the bodies? 4196: Nothin', you only have me and the Thanksgivin' of '64. Hayward: Then what are you? How do you have this information? 4196: I do remember that last holiday we got together, before Grammy passed in that chair in the livin' room while you were chased out. I wonder if the last thing she heard was your father callin' you a - Hayward: I know what he called me. 4196: Yet you think about it so little. Careful of what you pave over, Paul. Hayward: I think we have enough. 4196: Oh, do visit again sometime. Grammy always enjoys your company. <End Log> Addendum 4196-3: Testing logs + Testing Logs - D-114522 - 1 - Close log Date: 1989/08/19 Subject: D-114522 Preliminary Note: Subject was not informed of any anomaly before entering SCP-4196's shack. Test designed to verify statements made by PoIs associated with the anomaly's discovery regarding the conditions under which SCP-4196 will bury an interlocutor. <Begin Log> D-114522: N-Nonna? 4196: Sit down, Vinny. It has been awhile since Nonna has last seen you. How has prison been? D-114522: But… you're dead. 4196: Well someone has to be here. It would be just the road and the pond otherwise. D-114522: They want me to ask about what your first memory is. 4196: Back in the old country, Nonna couldn't have been more than 15- D-114522: I mean you. The lady I see here in this creepy-ass shack. Not the woman I know I buried four years ago. Not my Nonna. 4196: I'm just what you filled in, little Vinny. You haven't buried me yet. D-114522: Why do you look like my Nonna? 4196: Such good times we had together in the kitchen. So many memories. Almost makes you forget about the stories Great-Aunt Maria told you. The ones about Nonna made it so hard to look at her. D-114522: What about Aunt Maria? 4196: Oh, the stories! The ones about Nonna's time nursing on the African front. Couldn't have been a day past 1941. Nonna still smells it, like ammonia slipped into the the donor blood, the scent of fresh war and rotting Muslims lingering on the Libyan breeze. D-114522: I - My Nonna didn't… 4196: Look at Nonna, Vin. Would she lie to you like she did about those killing those musulmani? D-114522: You are not my Nonna! She wasn't some fascist! 4196: You're not looking at Nonna, Vincent. <End Log> End Note: D-114522 was transported 2.7 meters beneath the surface of the adjacent pond and was successfully rescued by attending personnel. Interviews with D-114522's family indicates his grandmother served as a nurse in a colonial hospital in Italian controlled Libya between 1941 and 1943. + Testing Logs - D-144623 - Close log Date: 1989/08/22 Subject: D-144623 Preliminary Note: Subject was read SCP-4196's full documentation and instructed to terminate the conversation should it broach a shameful fact about their family history. Test is to determine if rejection of SCP-4196's claims needs to be vocalized. <Begin Log> D-144623: You really do look like her… 4196: Well of course! Nanna's been waitin' for you to stop by all winter. D-144623: Can you estimate how long ago the previous group started visiting you? 4196: Well, had to be before those days at the lake. D-144623: Please put the time in terms of years. 4196: There is no meanin' in the year besides what you bring down the road to it, Heather. Like how half the fun was walkin' down that old highway until it ran into the lake. You called it exploring Atlantis. You can't have the lake without the walk, though. D-144623: I've read the reports about you. Whatever you have to say about my Nanna, I believe it. 4196: Gawkin' on the side of the road ain't the same as lookin', Heather. D-144623: I'm looking! I'm looking! Whatever you want, just don't bury me! 4196: People only bury family here, like how you buried ole Nanna. Sometimes they end up buryin' themselves while they are at it. So hard to see where Nanna ends and you begin. Gets harder beneath the pond. D-144623: I believe you! I believe you! Can- can I be done? I don't think she is going to give me a straight answer. 4196: Such eventful walks back up the old highway. D-144623: I know! I know! <End Log> End Note: D-144623 successfully exited the shack without activating SCP-4196. D-144623 refused to specify what event SCP-4196 referenced but did confirm it was both true and shameful to her. + Testing Logs - D-114522 - 2 - Close log Date: 1989/08/27 Subject: D-114522 Preliminary Note: D-114522 was placed into solitary confinement following a string of racially-motivated violent incidents resulting in the hospitalization of another D-Class. Subject was brought out of confinement for continued testing with Ethics Committee approval. Test was performed to establish whether SCP-4196 possesses memories of previous encounters. <Begin Log> D-114522: Good morning, Nonna. 4196: Why so good of you to visit again, Vin! I see your good behavior is paying off well in prison to get two visits in one month. D-114522: They - they want me to see if you remember our last talk. 4196: Of course! How could I not remember talking to my little Vinny? Big strapping lad in the prison gang now! If only Marco could see you take such pride in smashing that spic's skull. D-114522: You've… seen my Marco? 4196: Of course! He still wonders where his papa went. Just like you did. Remember those days in Jersey when we would all get together to boil tomatoes? D-114522: I… of course I do! Tell me about them anyway, Nonna, so I can tell Marco. He should know his heritage! 4196: I will tell him when he makes his way down the road, Vinny. He just has to give Nonna a visit. D-114522: Please tell me about the tomatoes, Nonna! I need those stories, for me, for Marco! 4196: You don't have days like that anymore. They're buried out there in the pond now. D-114522: I need them, Nonna! 4196: How will Marco ever look at Nonna if you don't remember? D-114522: I'll tell him all about you! All about the old country! 4196: You've buried the old country, Vincent. Buried like Momma buries the stories about you. About the work you did. About the spic's skull. D-114522: Momma wouldn't… 4196: Momma looks at Nonna, but you always had your papa's eyes, Vincent. <End Log> End Note: D-114522 was transported 4.9 meters beneath the surface of the pond. Waiting researchers were unable to extract D-114522 before he expired. Multiple tests using the same D-class put on indefinite hold per review from the Ethics Committee. Addendum 4196-4: Containment Breach Log + Testing Logs - D-123320 - Level 4 Clearance required - Close log Date: 1998/09/22 Subject: D-123320 Preliminary Note: D-123320, age 82, was transferred out of custody from the Georgia Department of Corrections following an investigation into locally operating members of the Georgia Ku Klux Klan suspected to have a connection to SCP-4196. Test designed to estimate length of SCP-4196's activity. Site communications upgraded to a dedicated shortwave radio system prior to date of log so test subject could be actively monitored and instructed by live audio. <Begin Log> 4196: Why, you have aged well, Teddy. Tell me, what part of prison has kept your skin so… taut? D-123320: Scars do that, Matron. How have you been? I see the feds are keepin' you good company. Hayward: Ask 4196 the provided question, please. 4196: Oh they keep an eye on your Matron quite well. A few more visits in person would be nice, though. I do love thinking about all the festivities held here. D-123320: [laughing] My, how the pond grew those summers. 4196: [laughing] And you worried the tree would snap if we hung another from it! Hayward: The more you cooperate, the longer you get to stay out of solitary. Ask her the question. D-123320: Oh, Matron. I miss those late nights ridin' with the knights. Wind in my hair as I clung to the tailgate of Bill's truck. Draggin' some coon behind us as the deputy howled out the window. I felt… invincible. 4196: The road buries it all, Teddy. D-123320: It does. It buried Bill last year. 4196: It buried your great-grandson this mornin'. Poor little thing. Hayward: You have 30 seconds to comply before we terminate this test and return you to state custody. D-123320: What happened? The state isn't as honest as you are. 4196: You'll be seein' your grandson soon. D-123320: Oh… Why yes, Matron. I think I will be. Hayward: Final warning. Either ask the question or get thrown back in solitary. There are other people in state custody we can use. 4196: I think Matron's nurses are calling you, Teddy. D-123320: Well, I think they would be better served chattin' with you. You always had such an honesty to you, Matron. It can carry somethin' mighty on the radio, the TV. Why, some of those young members of the family talk about using that internet! 4196: Oh, you know Matron is a bit behind the times, Teddy. D-123320: Well let your Teddy help, Matron. These days the road can come to you. I don't think these feds fully appreciate your potential in this newfangled world. audio rustles as D-123320 removes the microphone taped to his chest Hayward: What's happening in there? This test is over. Guards! D-123320: Why, just give them a chat, Matron. You would be surprised how many people you can meet out there these days. We have so many new roads just waiting for you. [COGNITOHAZARD EXPUNGED]: Why! I am beside myself here, Teddy! Hayward: Oh god… [14 MINUTES OF DATA EXPUNGED BY DR. HAYWARD] <End Log> End Note: SCP-4196 broke containment following the sudden entombment of six of the 14 personnel on site, resulting in the deaths of three. Dr. Hayward was reprimand for tampering with logs after his subsequent excavation from the pond. D-123320 made no attempts to escape and was returned to Georgia Department of Corrections custody where he resides in solitary confinement in Wilcox State Prison. Footnotes 1. Prison-labor groups commonly used on infrastructure construction throughout the United States during the late 1800s and early-to-mid 1900s, named for the laborers being chained together when working.
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4197 is to be contained within a standard humanoid containment cell. Description: SCP-4197 is a thirty-two-year-old adult humanoid female named Doctor Sarah Veers, an acclaimed surgeon and known practitioner of cytomancy.1 Examination revealed that SCP-4197's torso is occupied only by its heart and a partial respiratory system, with the rest of the abdomen being entirely hollow. This space stores four prehensile appendages when said appendages are not in use. According to SCP-4197, this condition predates its knowledge of the cytomatic arts, a fact corroborated by photographs taken from its family home. A demonstrative depiction of SCP-4197 by Doctor Turner2. Discovery: SCP-4197 came to the Foundation's attention after a news outlet reported that an American surgeon removed several brain tumors from a twelve-year-old boy in Botswana, with the child making a full recovery in less than two days. SCP-4197 was apprehended the following week outside of Gaborone, where it was dispensing mosquito netting and anti-malarial drugs to the populace. SCP-4197 surrendered without a struggle and has cooperated with Foundation inquires, with some reluctance. According to its passport and journals, SCP-4197 had spent four years traveling through impoverished countries, where it performed an unknown number of surgeries; utilizing cytomancy to aid its procedures. View Recovered Files FILES_CORRUPTED Please Contact Your System Administrator | Local Files Corrupted Test Logs | Various Dates: The following tests were conducted to judge the extent of SCP-4197's capabilities. SCP-4197 was provided with standard medical equipment, as well as the necessary materials for cytomatic rituals. Subject: D-24729 Condition Present: Severe tendon and ligament damage related to employment in the construction/restoration sectors as a civilian. Procedure Conducted: SCP-4197 placed its hand on D-24729's forehead, causing him to become unconscious. It then removed a scalpel from the kit provided and made four incisions on the side of the knees and the interior of the elbow. SCP-4197 drew a sigil in oil paint around each site, which halted the flow of blood. Following this, SCP-4197 took several portions of bull sinew and inserted them into D-24729's wounds. After drawing a larger sigil on D-24729's chest, it began to suture the incisions. Outcome: D-24729 reported immediate relief from his chronic pain. Subject: Doctor Richard Blanc Condition Present: Spontaneous kidney failure and acute blood poisoning. Emergency procedure conducted due to Site-12's remoteness. Procedure Conducted: SCP-4197 drew a sigil on Dr. Blanc's ankle with an appendage, using its own blood, before creating a one-centimeter incision in the center of the sigil and placing a shallow basin beneath it. Black liquid began to seep out of the wound. After administering a blood transfusion via IV, SCP-4197 made two incisions above Dr. Blanc's kidneys with a scalpel. SCP-4197 then used the scalpel to carve symbols associated with the Sarkic cults into the back of its hands, crying out in pain several times. After composing itself, SCP-4197 reached into Dr. Blanc's torso and removed his kidneys with its bare hands. It then took the kidneys, which were blackened and showed severe scarring, and wrung them out over the basin. After two minutes, the kidneys were reinserted into Dr. Blanc and SCP-4197 sutured the wounds. Outcome: Doctor Richard Blanc experienced a full recovery, with no side effects. The basin used in the surgery was found to contain a black liquid comprised of toxins usually filtered by the kidneys. SCP-4197 exhibited symptoms consistent with severe sleep deprivation and slept for the next three days. Interview-023: ▶Interview-02 | SCP-4197 ◀ ▷ Interview-02 | SCP-4197 ◁ Interviewed: SCP-4197 Interviewer: Doctor Marcus Turner Foreward: The following interview was conducted immediately after SCP-4197 recovered from its surgery on Dr. Richard Blanc. <Begin Log> Dr. Turner: Good morning, 4197. How are you doing today? SCP-4197: I'm doing pretty well, Dr. uh… Turner. Dr. Turner: I assume you're at least well-rested. SCP-4197: You don't need to small talk me. I know what you're gonna ask, so go for it. Dr. Turner: Your hands. That wasn't normal cytomancy. You carved a Sarkic symbol into them. Are you- SCP-4197: A fleshcrafter? Yes. No. Not really. I can do Nälkä rituals but I'm not a practic- Why? Is that important or something? Dr. Turner: Well- SCP-4197: Sorry. I didn't mean to sound hostile. I'm just really hungry and my hands ache… Thanks for bandaging them, by the way. Dr. Turner: It was the least we could do. [Pause.] Would you like me to call for some food? SCP-4197: Yeah. I'd like that. <Interview halted for thirty minutes.> Dr. Turner: Better? SCP-4197: Much better. Dr. Turner: So. Are you a Karcist? SCP-4197: I think you mean Orin or Zend. Karcists are the priest-types. But in any official capacity, no. I'm not ordained or anything Dr. Turner: Then how did you learn your craft? SCP-4197: My craft is medicine; I'm a surgeon by trade. But I learned how to do cytomancy from a Karcist, if that answers your question. Dr. Turner: Not really. The Veers family is rich, but there's no real connection to Sarkicism. And you're too good to have learned recently. SCP-4197: It… it was a family friend. She started teaching me when I was like six. Maybe she saw something in me. Or maybe it was… [A wet sound can be heard, as well as the tearing of fabric.] SCP-4197: These. Dr. Tuner: [Gulps.] And you've had those- SCP-4197: Since birth. You already found my baby pictures. Why keep asking? Dr. Turner: Because it- [A wet sound is heard again] Dr. Turner: Nevermind. Look, if a Karcist singled you out at a young age for training, why aren't you a practicing member? Or a member of her company? An advisor to her Halkost? SCP-4197: I am. A member of her company, that is. Kinda? [Pause.] Look, I know you have these blanket generalizations of what a Nälkä is, but we're not all monsters. Not all of us delight in murder or… cannibalism. There are a lot of people like me, young Nälkä, who want to do something to fix the world. We have this incredible power, the ability to reshape living matter, and we just squander it. Dr. Turner: How would you use it? SCP-4197: Like I've been using it. For the past four years, I've used the Veers family fortune and my fleshcrafting to make a positive difference in the world. Dr. Turner: That's the issue. Your Sarkic rituals put the world at risk of knowing about the supernatural, the anomalous, the paranormal. If you'd just used the fortune, nothing would have happened. SCP-4197: No amount of money can pull a tumor out of somebody's heart with a 100% guarantee of survival. The first thing they tell you in medical school is that you are going to lose people. I know Sarkicism is like the Dark Side of the Force to you people, but if it means I can save lives, so be it. Dr. Turner: The morality of cytomancy isn't the concern of the Foundation. It's the disruption of normalcy. SCP-4197: Why do you get to be the arbiters of what's considered normal? [Silence.] SCP-4197: I'm never gonna leave here, am I? <End Log> Closing Statement: SCP-4197 declined further interviews and limited its interaction with staff to brief sentences. Subject: Captain Tobias Bell Condition Present: Massive comminuted fractures in the legs and complete paralysis after the destruction of the spinal column between the C4 and L4 vertebrae in a vehicular collision. Procedure Conducted: SCP-4197 engraved a seven-pointed star into the operating table, placing a single drop of axolotl blood4 in the center, before instructing attendants to place Cpt. Bell on the table. SCP-4197 then ran its fingernail across Cpt. Bell's thighs and calves, causing the skin and muscle to split and splay out. Over the next two hours, SCP-4197 reassembled the splinters of his femur, patella, tibia, and fibula with surgical tweezers, utilizing all of its appendages in this process. Once completed, SCP-4197 held the split muscle and skin together with its left thumb and forefinger, licked its right thumb and ran it over the seam, sealing the wound. SCP-4197 repeated this process with Cpt. Bell's spinal column, taking additional measures to ensure the proper reconnection of nerves and blood vessels. Outcome: Captain Tobias Bell was reinstated to active duty two weeks later. SCP-4197 entered a comatose state after the conclusion of the procedure and remained in that state for five days. Interview-03: ▶ Interview-03 | SCP-4197 ◀ ▷ Interview-03 | SCP-4197 ◁ Interviewed: SCP-4197 Interviewer: Doctor Marcus Turner <Begin Log> SCP-4197: Morning, Marcus. Dr. Turner: We need to talk, Sarah. SCP-4197: You're… not allowed to call me that, are you? Dr. Turner: You're in crisis, Sarah. I'm allowed to do whatever I want. SCP-4197: I'm not in crisis. Dr. Turner: You barely eat, you've stopped taking care of yourself. You only leave your bed when we bring you in for testing. SCP-4197: [Inhale.] Look… I have nothing to live for. Helping people? Try to save the world? That was my life's purpose. Can't really do that from this box. So no shit I'm depressed. Dr. Turner: I understand that. But if you let me become the arbiter of morality and normalcy, I think I can change your mind. SCP-4197: Ha. Good luck. Dr. Turner: [Clears throat.] Okay. I dislike cytomancy because it makes my skin crawl, no pun intended. But what you do with it is incredible. Our agents interviewed every single person you did surgery on. You changed so many lives. And saved a lot more. SCP-4197: I know. I was there. Dr. Turner: But you were downstream, trying to filter out toxic waste. SCP-4197: I'm not following. Dr. Turner: You know Doctor Blanc? The man who's kidneys you repaired? He works out of Jonas Salk's old office and he's been working on a one and done malaria vaccine for the past twenty years. SCP-4197: Salk? You're fucking with me. Dr. Turner: [Rustling papers.] Here's a picture of Jonas in one of our labs. SCP-4197: Well damn. [Pause.] But I don't understand. Dr. Turner: You're at the source now. If you want, you can keep the people who take on the greatest threats in the world safe and healthy. And I think that might just be better than helping the guys at the bottom. SCP-4197: Are you… trying to sell me on a medical version… of trickle-down economics? Dr. Turner: [Laughs.] I would have never put it like that, but sure. Take Captain Bell for example. Because of his actions, he's saved countless lives. You've given him back his ability to walk, Sarah. And play with his kids. SCP-4197: Well, what about D-2… What was it? Dr. Turner: D-24729 killed someone in a home robbery because he was addicted to opioids after a lifetime in working in disaster cleanups and restoration. When he gets out in fourteen months, he can go back to doing that. Because of you. SCP-4197: You're laying it on thick. Why should I trust you? Who's to say I won't use my powers to move all your organs to the outside? Dr. Turner: Well, as uncomfortable as that thought makes me, I trust you, Sarah. If you wanted to hurt somebody, you would have done it. And you probably wouldn't have spent your life doing anomalous charity. SCP-4197: I'm still a spooky flesh witch, Marcus. Dr. Turner: You're a good hearted… flesh witch, Sarah. [Pause.] God, I really hate that phrase. SCP-4197: Yeah, it felt creepy to say. Dr. Turner: Look. What I'm trying to say is that you should think of this as helping… on a much larger scale. SCP-4197: Okay. I like that. Dr. Turner: And I truly wish that it didn't have to be like this. If it was up to me, I'd let you go and give you the Foundation's support because I believe in your cause. SCP-4197: Thanks, Marcus. Dr. Turner: But. We don't always get what we want in life. Sometimes we get an awful hand. It's our job to make the best of it. [Pause.] So. Do you really want to save the world? SCP-4197: I… Can I think about it? It's just so much, all at once. Dr. Turner: Of course. <End Log> Containment Breach: ▶ Containment Breach | SCP-4197 ◀ ▷ Containment Breach | SCP-4197 ◁ Euclid Wing Video Log Transcript Event: A number of armed personnel breached Site-20's perimeter and entered the main facility. [BEGIN LOG] [Gunfire can be heard. Four Security Personnel move up the hallway and begin to engage off-camera targets. A shot hits the lock of SCP-4197's cell and it opens slightly. Two of the personnel are downed.] SGT Johnson: Fuck! Flint! Pull back! [Sergeant Johnson and Private Flint begin to retreat. Before they can reach the bulkhead doors, both are downed. A five man squad moves down the hallway past the personnel and exit the area.] <One minute passes> [SCP-4197 pushes open the door. After looking around, it notices the fallen soldiers.] SCP-4197: Oh Christ! [SCP-4197 goes back into its room, then reemerges with a Foundation issue surgical kit5 and a thaumaturgy pouch.] SCP-4197: I can do this. I can do this. I can do this. [Four appendages emerge from SCP-4197's back and take the kit and pouch from its hands. SCP-4197 crouches over one of the security personnel and begins to operate on his injuries. Over the next ten minutes, it stabilizes two more personnel before footsteps are heard. SCP-4197 withdraws its appendages.] Unknown Assailant-1: Stand up! Back away from that body. [Two of the armed men come into camera view, carrying a Foundation crate between them. They set it down and point handguns at SCP-4197.] Unknown Assailant-2: What kinda freak are you? SCP-4197: I'm a doctor. Please. Just let me- [Unknown Assailant-1 shoots one of the guards in their head.] Unknown Assailant-1: You're coming with us. [SCP-4197 backs towards the door to its cell, pursued by the assailants. As it reaches the door, two large appendages emerge from its back and wrap around the waists and necks of the assailants. Lifting them off the ground, SCP-4197 throws them into the cell before closing the door. One of the appendages then reaches up and bends the hinges of the door to render it inoperable.] SCP-4197: [Clutches its chest.] I'm gonna. Gonna. [SCP-4197 regains its composure and checks on the downed security personnel. After making sure their vitals are within an acceptable range, it opens the empty cell next to its own with Sergeant Johnson's keycard and drags the three surviving men inside before closing the door.] SCP-4197: There's gotta be more out there. [SCP-4197 grabs the kit and pouch off the ground and moves in the direction the assailants originally came.] [END LOG] Afterword: SCP-4197 is credited with directly saving the lives of twenty-six members of staff, as well as providing aid to numerous others during this breach. Interview-04: ▶ Interview-04 | SCP-4197 ◀ ▷ Interview-04 | SCP-4197 ◁ Interviewed: SCP-4197 Interviewer: Doctor Alexandra Virgil <Begin Log> SCP-4197: Is Marcus going to- Dr. Virgil: Doctor Turner is going to be fine. [Inhale.] Mostly because of you. SCP-4197: Did I… do something wrong? You seem- Dr. Virgil: On edge? Yeah, I don't really trust Karcies. Not after everything I've been through. SCP-4197: I'm sorry. For whatever made you hate people like me. But I can't change the past. Dr. Virgil: I know. [Pause.] I'll give you some slack for what you did during the breach. But I'm not as trusting as Turner. SCP-4197: Did he tell you anything? Dr. Virgil: No, but I checked over your file. And I have to agree with him, as much as I hate it. SCP-4197: About me helping? Dr. Virgil: Do you want my honest opinion? About that? SCP-4197: Yeah. I guess. Dr. Virgil: You weren't made for this life. You're a rich girl who cruised poor countries on a magical missionary trip. I watched all the footage of you. You shook like a leaf whenever you heard gunfire. I'm sure you've seen your share of death, but how often have you faced your own? SCP-4197: What, what do you mean? Dr. Virgil: The breach? Incidents like that can happen several times a year. And I don't think you've mentally recovered from your first. SCP-4197: No. I haven't. I… I still see those men shooting the guard whenever I close my eyes. Dr. Virgil: Exactly. This isn't the world you deserve to live in. SCP-4197: Then why do you agree with Mar-Doctor Turner? You clearly don't think I can handle this. Dr. Virgil: Because you're exactly what we need. I know Doctor Turner painted some idyllic picture of what working with the Foundation would be like: shaking hands with Nobel Laureates and curing diseases. But that isn't what this is. SCP-4197: Well. What is it? And why would he lie? Dr. Virgil: It's a battlefield. Endless war for the existence of humanity. [Pause.] And he didn't mean to lie to you. He just copes with his own trauma by highlighting the good, even if he has to ignore reality. SCP-4197: But why do you need me? Dr. Virgil: People get hurt here. A lot. Somebody like you could easily save hundreds of lives. SCP-4197: Okay. [Pause.] If I say yes, does everything get better for me? Will people accept me? Dr. Virgil: No. And I don't think they ever will. I imagine you hid your abnormalities from everyone in your life, but here? We all know already. And there's a lot of bad blood between the Foundation and the Sarkic cults. Some people, like me, have a messy history with them. Don't expect people to start singing your praises. SCP-4197: So my choice is life as a prisoner or pariah doctor? Great. Dr. Virgil: I'm not trying to be cruel. Just giving you the facts. SCP-4197: Anything else I should know? Dr. Virgil: Well, you're only getting a choice because of Director Eon. SCP-4197: Why? Dr. Virgil: You must have caught their eye. SCP-4197: In a good way, right? Dr. Virgil: Is that a real question? [A loud pop is heard from outside the interview room. The sound of a chair scraping against the floor is heard.] SCP-4197: Wa-was that… Dr. Virgil: Sit down. It's not gunfire. SCP-4197: O-okay. Dr. Virgil: So. Are you going to accept? SCP-4197: I don't think I really have a choice. Dr. Virgil: Containment isn't that- SCP-4197: No. I'm not talking about that. I mean morally. When Doctor Turner talked to me about it, he made it sound like I'd be a glorified school nurse. Dr. Virgil: And? SCP-4197: After the breach, and what you told me, I've realized what he was asking me to do. I didn't want to accept the offer before; now I know I have to. Dr. Virgil: You have to? SCP-4197: I can't just sit on the sidelines while people die. I-I have to do something. Anything. Or everything I stand for is a lie. [Silence.] Dr. Virgil: I knew you would say that. SCP-4197: H-how? Dr. Virgil: When your cell opened, you didn't try to escape in the confusion. And you didn't hide. You tried to save people. You can't say no to your own morality and personal ethics, even if it's not in your best interest. SCP-4197: That's- Dr. Virgil: Look, it's spelled out in your psych profile. [Pause.] We talked long enough. Are you in? Yes or No. SCP-4197: Yes. <End Log> Closing Statement: SCP-4197 began to assist in medical procedures rated as critical or where the patient was deemed to have a low chance of survival. Due to this integration, the mortality rate at Site-12 hit record lows and SCP-4197 is pending redesignation. Footnotes 1. A branch of thaumaturgy that deals primarily with the manipulation, creation, and alteration of cells, specifically those found in members of the Animalia kingdom. 2. Due to SCP-4197's anatomy, and ethical concerns about showing photographs of it in various states of undress, an artistic representation was deemed an appropriate replacement. 3. Interview-01 consisted primarily of inquires about SCP-4197's ability and identity. A full transcript is available upon request from the Site-12 Records Department. 4. Extracted via syringe. 5. Presumably taken during a test and stored in its chest cavity
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3/4198 LEVEL 3/4198 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-4198 Euclid SCP-4198-α at rest Special Containment Procedures: The area surrounding SCP-4198 is to be protected by a chainlink fence and signage warning of both a condemned building and hazardous waste. In the event of a containment breach, on-site containment teams are to be equipped with chemical spray hoses containing a solution of 5M sodium hydroxide or other industrial-grade alkaline solution in order to neutralize instances of SCP-4198-1. Description: SCP-4198 is the designation for a collection of sapient wigs contained at an industrial complex near Newark, New Jersey, USA. This is the former site of 'Parson's Periwigs & Manufactury' which closed unexpectedly in 1974 and was purchased by the Foundation in 2006 after the death of three local teenagers. All known instances of SCP-4198 are primarily composed of human hair, nylon, and other materials endemic to the wig making process. Instances of SCP-4198-1 generally vary in height from 1 to 2 meters. Each is composed of individually styled and colored hairs that are formed into pseudopods analogous to arms and legs surrounding a central mass of invariably auburn hair. Although instances of SCP-4198-1 lack apparent sensory organs, they are capable of crude vocalizations produced via unknown means. This level of communication is used to execute rudimentary coordination in their day to day behaviors. While not actively hostile, instances of SCP-4198-1 do demonstrate territorial aggression and respond with coordinated defense. Discovery Log 4198.1 Synopsis: Resources at Site-28 were notified by a Foundation plant in the Essex County Sheriff's Department regarding a number of missing person reports in the Newark area. Several 'urban explorers' had been reported missing over the course of years but their disappearances were not correlated until the discovery of a body near the abandoned site of Parson's Periwigs. The following video log was recorded by the team sent to evaluate the site. + Begin Visual Record - End Visual Record <BEGIN RECORDING> Extraneous audio and video is cut as an equipment check is performed by the reconnaissance team. This team consists of three agents: Flores, Granger, and squad leader Kemnitz. Footage begins with the team walking up an overgrown gravel drive and past a dilapidated gatehouse. The industrial complex is visible in the distance; the whole property appears to be in a state of substantial disrepair. The team falls into formation and enters the facility through an open door in a loading bay. The cameras adjust to the change in ambient light to reveal a spacious but extremely dirty interior. A thick cake of dust has accumulated near the baseboards and the walls have peeled and degraded beyond recognition from their original state. There are footpaths in the middle of each room, however, which are largely devoid of both dust and debris. The team proceeds further into the facility and enters an interior room with minimal lighting. The camera jerks sharply to the right as all three members of the reconnaissance team momentarily freeze before training their weapons in the same direction. <Granger>: "Did you get that, chief? Something just moved over there. Looked…fuzzy?" <Kemnits:> "Copy. Possibly animal; there's a good chance local wildlife has moved in here." <Granger>: "Keep on your toes. Doubt it's going to wind up being a raccoon." The crew proceeds deeper into the complex when one of the weapon-mounted flashlight trains onto a shaggy mound of hair on the other side of the room, later designated as an instance of SCP-4198-1. The object appears to freeze when the light is trained on its position. <Flores>: "What the fuck is that?" <Kemnits:> "Can you understand us? Are you capable of communication?" The object makes a low chittering noise and begins to shake. <Flores>: "Oh shit, chief, it's going to fucking freak out. It's freaking, ah jeez." <Kemnits:> "Calm down, this is contact! Lower your weapon, Flores. Now." After hesitation, Flores lowers his weapon. Agent Kemnitz takes two large steps forward while lowering his own firearm." <Kemnits:> "Can you understand me? If you are capable of communicating, please give me some sign." <Granger>: muttering "Is that… Is that all…hair?" The instance of SCP-4198-1 ceases shaking and retreats through the doorway it was standing in and out of sight. The reconnaissance team pursues under high-alert but halts again inside the next room. The camera slowly pans around the room as multiple instances of SCP-4198-1 skitter up the walls, through crawl spaces, and into ventilation ducts scattered around the room. <Flores>: "God, there must be dozens of them. What are they?" <Kemnits:> "Not sure but I don't like this. Some kind of infestation?" <Granger>: "Chief, I can hear an awful lot of commotion coming from down that hall." <Flores>: "All the more reason to get the hell out of here unless we have backup." <Kemnits:> "Quick peak and we're gone. Let's just get it on video and go." After a momentary pause, the team continues across the room and deeper into the facility. They come to a stop next to a set of double doors. The camera pans down to show a faint light leaking through the gap between the door and the concrete floor. Agent Flores places his hand on the door and pushes it open. The other two agents follow closely behind and begin to sweep the room with their flashlights. Dozens of instances of SCP-4198-1 retreat from the door and crowd the middle of the warehouse floor. More still skitter out from ventilation ducts near the ceiling and climb down to join the central collective. A handful of overhead directional lamps provide faint and intermittent illumination for the room, however, most of the overhead lights are nonfunctional. As the camera pans from left to right, several instances of SCP-4198-1 can be seen moving over storage shelves on the warehouse floor which contains mounted mannequin heads. The camera stops and fixates on a bright white mannequin head adorned with a disproportionately large bouffant-style wig. Utilizing two large bangs serving as pseudopods, the bouffant raises itself up several meters above the pack of SCP-4198-1. <Flores>: "Okay. That's creepy as hell." <Granger>: "Are they protecting it? Worshipping it?" Six instances of SCP-4198-1 break off from the central horde and approach the door. Each instance steps rapidly toward the team and then backs up while hissing. Instances of SCP-4198-1 continue to posture in this manner as the team trains their weapons. <Granger>: "What's the call, chief?" <Kemnits:> "We back up, slowly." The agents begin backing up toward the door until two instances of SCP-4198-1 charge Agent Flores and he discharges his firearm in a semi-automatic burst. An instance of SCP-4198-1 is struck and staggers backward as tufts of hair explode out. Agitated chitters bellow from the rest of the room as Agent Kemnitz shouts for a full retreat. As the three agents run down the hallway, Agent Granger is seen dropping out of the frame and crashing to the ground. From several meters further along the camera turns back to Granger's position and observes an instance of SCP-4198-1 wrapping and constricting the agent's legs. Agent Granger fires several rounds in the direction of pursuing objects, but it is unclear if they are hit. A second instance climbs on top of the Granger and similarly binds his arms as he attempts to further discharge his weapon. Agent Flores raises his sidearm and aims at the instances of SCP-4198-1 assaulting Granger and hesitates before firing. The shorts are ineffective. Granger: "Don't let them take me! You can't!" As Granger attempts to cry out, a pseudopod of hair is jammed into his mouth and down his throat and the screams end. Tendrils of hair are seen exiting through Agent Granger's nose as he is pulled back down the hallway and inside a large mass of hair. Agent Flores fires several shots into the retreating mass but it appears ineffective. The camera turns and the remaining agents flee the facility. <END RECORDING> Researcher's Update: Following the events of Discovery Log 4198.1, the entity with the bouffant has been designated as SCP-4198-α and is presently assumed to be either a communal/pack leader, an originator, or an object of reverence. Any additional communication should be attempted through this entity if such a gesture can be made at all. Exploration Log 4198.2 Synopsis: A tactical recon drone was deployed to the site of 'Parson's Periwigs & Manufactury' in order to locate the body of Agent Granger for recovery. This mission was initiated two days after the events of Discovery Log 4198.1 + Begin Visual Record - End Visual Record <BEGIN RECORDING> Extraneous audio and video are cut as Foundation personnel operating in an equipment truck perform final checks. Footage begins with the drone circling the perimeter of the complex from an elevation of ten meters. Multiple instances of SCP-4198-1 are intermittently visible on camera on various sections of the building include the roof and HVAC apparatus. The drone moves down to an open cargo bay door and enters the facility. Onboard lighting is activated. Identifying an interior source of light, the drone passes through an empty window frame and enters into a large room believed to be a warehouse or shipping/receiving facility. The perimeter of the room is full of shelving units that hold cardboard boxes in various states of decay. Several instances of SCP-4198-1 are visible on camera climbing over and on these boxes. As the drone approaches the middle of the room, instances of SCP-4198-1 regard the camera or otherwise become aware of its presence. Multiple instances skitter up the shelving units and seek apparent shelter within the cardboard boxes, however several remain on the ground. Visible now on an elevated assembly of desks and boxes are both SCP-4198-α and Agent Granger. They are surrounded by several dozen instances of SCP-4198-1. Agent Granger appears to be incapacitated as several thick ropes of braided hair are bound around his arms, legs, and torso, securing him to a desk. His helmet has been removed and he appears to be unconscious. The drone is instructed to hover over Granger and catalog his well-being. The camera indicates several streaks of an unknown substance on his face and around his mouth, presumably vomit. At this time the articulating arms of the drone are activated and Foundation Operations has elected to attempt to free Agent Granger from his restraints. As the drone lowers further several instances of SCP-4198-1, as well as SCP-4198-α, withdraw from the immediate vicinity. The miniature saw-blade equipped appendage of the drone activates and begins to cut through the largest restraint around the torso. As it does so, Agent Granger's eyes flutter open and he appears to regain consciousness. A cacophonous noise fills the warehouse, originating from off-screen, and Agent Granger visibly winces, still disoriented. Briefly visible, a large pseudopod of hair is seen colliding with the tactical drone. The visage of SCP-4198-α is on camera and the drone tumbles onto the floor. The connection with Operations is lost. Several minutes elapse before the camera begins transmitting again. Foundation Operations attempt to re-engage flight controls but commands are non-responsive. Diagnostic checks indicate all rotary assemblies have been damaged as well as the utility arm. The drone is several meters further back from Agent Granger than its last reported position. Agent Granger appears to be awake and struggling against his restraints. <Granger> "C-Can you hear me? The big one. They… it has other heads here. I-I don't know what it wants. Please just-" An instance of SCP-4198-1 inserts a pseudopod of hair into Agent Granger's mouth. Coughing and choking are heard until Agent Granger appears to pass out. The drone continues transmitting for more than 50 minutes. During this time, SCP-4198-α approaches Agent Granger several times while carrying various mannequin heads. Pseudopods are withdrawn from Agent Granger's airways and SCP-4198-α wraps a pseudopod around the agent's neck. A wet crunch and tear is recorded as the man's head is separated from his body bringing several vertebrae with it. The remainder of the corpse shudders and jerks before going limp. SCP-4198-α holds the disembodied head aloft and delicately places it on an empty display stand. The hair atop the former head of Agent Granger begins to grow at an accelerated rate. The battery is depleted and the drone ceases communication. <END RECORDING> Addendum 4198.3 The headless body of Agent Granger was discovered by Site-28 personnel 6 days after the events of Exploration Log 4198.2. In addition to the obvious trauma, the subject died with substantial muscular atrophy, apparent cardiac arrhythmia, dramatically reduced liver function, and dramatically reduced kidney function. The contents of the stomach and large intestines were found to be large quantities of undigested human hair, modacrylic, polyester, and commercial hair dye. The hair recovered from the stomach was not a match to Agent Granger in either color or length. Agent Granger's recoverable remains were cremated and interred.
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SCP-4199
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keter
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NOTICE: THE FOLLOWING FILE HAS BEEN DECLASSIFIED THIS FILE NORMALLY REQUIRES LEVEL 5-4199 ACCESS, BUT HAS BEEN DECLASSIFIED BY RAISA. IF YOU HAVE ACCESSED THIS FILE IN ERROR, NO ACTION IS NECESSARY. NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION You've probably heard the rumors already. You're probably wondering what happened to Joe from Accounting, or from Files and Records, or Human Resources. Maybe you were even at one of the sites where Security took him into custody. I'll clear up this much for you right off the bat: Joe is an SCP. Specifically, he's SCP-4199. Yes, all of him. Since a lack of communication and information access contributed to the spread of SCP-4199, I am going to combat it by doing the opposite: absolutely nothing in this document will be expunged, redacted, or removed. Every employee of the SCP Foundation, from part time janitors to O5 Command, will be able to access the entire article. I can see how this might be troubling to some of you, but I whole-heartedly believe the alternative is worse. SCP-4199 was able to infiltrate every single Foundation Research Site, every clandestine area, every front company. We located an instance under the Indian Ocean and even on the goddamn moon. Each location had exactly one copy; never more, never fewer. We don't know how they got in without us noticing, nor do we know how they stayed hidden for so long. And we have no idea what their endgame is. These things were everywhere for years, for decades, and we were completely clueless about it. We've been caught with our pants down. This cannot happen again. We need to know what SCP-4199 wants with us, exactly what it is and what it did. Where we fucked up, so we'll know better if it happens again. — Maria Jones, Director, RAISA Item #: SCP-4199 Does the Black Moon howl? Once, but no longer WELCOME SITE DIRECTOR OR CLASS A PERSONNEL FROM THE DESK OF ALTO CLEF Well ladies and gents and robots, here we are again. Some of you need to work on your listening comprehension skills, you know. You've gotten an email to this effect at least once, and now you can't pull out the old "I didn't get the memo" excuse. I'm going to be as clear as I can with this: DO NOT, UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES, CONTAIN, IMPEDE, OR TERMINATE SCP-4199 INSTANCES IN ANY WAY. I don't care what they found out. I don't care what they inexplicably accessed. I don't care whose grandma they're dating. 'DO NOT' means 'DO NOT', and that's that. It has proven more of a hassle than simply letting them be. Firing them causes a breach, killing them causes a breach, lobotomizing them causes a breach, putting them in a coma, exiling them to Mars… you name it, we've tried it, and it all causes a breach followed by a new instance being hired a few weeks later. I am in the process of devising a better solution. If you have any ideas, please submit them to me before putting them into practice. I will be happy to ignore them and/or foist them off on an underling. In the meantime, leave the poor guys be. We'll all be better off, as crazy as that sounds. — Dr. Alto Clef, Big Fat Liar Containment Specialist, Reality Benders Special Containment Procedures: Containment of SCP-4199 has a twofold focus: monitoring instances and keeping them alive. Direct containment has proven problematic in the past, and death of an instance has been shown to cause an immediate containment breach. Each Secure Facility, research Area, or Foundation-owned property must participate in containment of SCP-4199, without exception. Exactly one instance of SCP-4199 should be contained at each location. If for any reason a Site or Area does not have an instance of SCP-4199 in containment, or if an instance is discovered to be deceased, the Site Director1 should contact Dr. Jaime Marlow, who will assign a specialist in cognitohazards to conduct a daily search of all employee records until one is found. Duties of a deceased instance should be split between existing personnel. All current staff members onsite should be reviewed thoroughly for employees with the name "Joseph Williams",2 with special emphasis given to recently hired employees. If no instance of SCP-4199 can be found within one month, hiring may resume but all onsite personnel are to be treated as current or future instances until such an instance can be located. The Site Director should request a detailed report of activity from the supervisor of an SCP-4199 instance on its behavior, current projects, and clearance, under the guise of a monthly progress report. If questioned, Site Director should inform instances that this is normal procedure. For similar reasons, a monthly psychological evaluation should be conducted, with any abnormalities reported to the Site Director. Below is a list of SCPs that have been approved for use in maintaining the well-being of an SCP-4199 instance: SCP-006: A 10ml vial of SCP-006 may be requested for extreme circumstances with a majority approval from O5 council and administered clandestinely; SCP-427: Exposure is not to exceed five minutes total or one consecutive minute for any instance; SCP-500: One pill per location has been approved Rejected due to lack of resources; SCP-545: PENDING O5 APPROVAL; SCP-545-B may be administered on a case-by-case basis (SCP-545-A is not to be notified); SCP-590: Exposure to SCP-590 may be used in extreme cases with approval from Dr. Jack Bright; SCP-2718: Required for all deceased instances Administration of this procedure has been discontinued as Project Dammerung appears to have no effect on instances of SCP-4199; Description: SCP-4199 collectively refers to a group of individuals named Joe Williams, formerly employed by the SCP Foundation. Instances are mostly unremarkable in appearance, though comparisons of physical descriptions from containment specialists indicate that they are identical to one another. If an instance of SCP-4199 is not present at a Foundation-owned location, another will appear or be hired within one month through unknown means. Freezing a location's hiring will result in an entity manifesting within the current roster of employees. Employees affected by the instance's antimemetic properties will be convinced that it had always been employed at that location. The powerful antimemetic effect emitted by SCP-41993 prevents affected individuals from recognizing their connection to other SCP-4199 instances. This typically manifests as a complete lack of realization, or the assumption that the similarities with other Joe Williams' are non-anomalous in nature given SCP-4199's common name and generic appearance. SCP-4199 instances are generally cordial and polite, and will attempt to engage other Foundation employees in smalltalk. Favorite topics include weather, weekend plans, and the current performance of the New York Yankees. Members of SCP-4199 claim to have been around since the organization was formed.4 Test Log: While it is certain that the death of an instance causes a containment breach, other potential methods of neutralization are less certain. In an effort to more effectively contain SCP-4199 instances and prevent containment breaches, a series of several tests was conducted, treating SCP-4199 instances as though they were D-class personnel.5 From: jcimmerian@scp To: cgears@scp Subject: Joe Williams's Employee Review Dr. Gears, With advice from O5 Command, the Ethics Committee has decided to approve experimentation on SCP-4199 instances, otherwise known by the names "Joe Williams" or "Joseph Williams". You have been placed in charge of the project by a vote of 9-4. Congratulations. I assume you of all people would recognize what an unprecedented exception this is, and that word of this absolutely cannot get out. You're the only person we can trust with this, Charles. There's evidence to suggest that some Site Directors have employed as many as five instances of SCP-4199 over the years without realizing it. Some of them even have access to some anomalies. Ensign Williams of the SCPS Seastar can view and access SCP-1382, and he can even read the test reports on it. With a potential threat this widespread, we need someone who can look at the issue logically and can guarantee results. Please input credentials Welcome: GEARS, CHARLES Subject: SCP-342 Result: After boarding the nearest transit system, SCP-4199-73-2 disappeared from reality as expected. Subsequent personnel review revealed a successive SCP-4199-73 instance, dubbed SCP-4199-73-3. Conclusion: SCP-4199 instances must be present onsite in order to be contained. Subject: SCP-662 Result: SCP-662 was asked to remove instances of SCP-4199 and prevent them from returning. His response was recorded as follows: I'm terribly sorry sirs and madam, but I can no more remove these men from existence than I can the very concept of containing anomalies. I'm afraid he is tied intrinsically to the existence of your organization. When asked to clarify, he simply stated that SCP-4199 "is, was, and will be part of the SCP Foundation". Conclusion: SCP-4199 cannot be anomalously removed or bargained away. Subject: SCP-1504 Result: All interactions with SCP-4199 were polite and cordial, save for an occasional nosebleed on the part of SCP-4199. Comparisons are ongoing. Conclusion: Inconclusive. Subject: Y-909 Result: SCP-4199-45-1 suffered side effects commiserate with exposure to Y-909 - paranoia, memory loss, suicidal thoughts, etc. - until eventually overdosing from the effects and suffering catastrophic brain trauma. Additional exposure of Y-909 and amnestics had similar results, all ending with subsequent instances becoming either deceased or brain dead. New instances continued to appear, even when previous instances were alive and comatose. Further administration of amnestics also failed to prevent new instances from appearing. Conclusion: Instances of SCP-4199 must be awake and conscious to prevent a containment breach and are not affected by amnestics. Subject: SCP-3930 Result: SCP-4199-67-2 ceased existing after entering SCP-3930. Although it was still observed by onsite researchers within the anomaly, a new instance of SCP-4199 appeared eighteen days later at Site 67. Conclusion: Cessation of existence has the same effect on instances of SCP-4199 as death. UPDATE: Testing is currently forbidden by order of O5 command following Incident SCP-4199-α. Incident 4199-α: At approximately 2:31AM on February 7th, 2018, Dr. Jack Bright was contacted by SCP-990. Dr. Everett Mann was on-call at the time, and aided Dr. Bright in transcribing the encounter using Form 66-Y, which is included below. FORM 66-Y - STANDARD DREAM REPORT Personnel: Dr. Bright Estimated Degree of Recall: 85% Anomalous Entity Present?: Y Likelihood of Actionable Intelligence: Negligable Description: It's hard to miss SCP-990. He's always the most recognizable thing in Dreamland. Has anyone ever asked him why he likes that Cold War business suit so much? Does he have to pay for dry cleaning, being an anomalous entity that exists in the brainwaves of REM sleep? Sorry, I digress. I ask him what he's doing in my head, and he puts a hand on my shoulder. He tells me he has "a necessary evil" to show me, and I figure it's gonna be one of the regular ones we deal with on a daily basis. You know the kind. Anyway, he puts his hand on my shoulder and my high school locker room disappears. I couldn't tell if I was still naked. Anyway, we're floating in the air, looking over this bridge connecting two islands floating in a sea of bright lights and dark corners. They're labeled with cartoonishly large signs straight out of Seuss. One of the signs says 'Foundationland' - yes, really - and the other reads 'The Factory'. You can bet this piqued my attention. Out of the Factory comes some guy I barely recognized, name of John or Joe or something. Let's call him Joe. I think he's a bean counter at Site 19. Anyway, he leaves the Factory and steps onto the bridge, swinging his little Star Trek lunch pail in his right hand. That was when things got decidedly more dream-like. First there's one Joe on the bridge, then two. Then two hundred. Then two thousand. They all have the same blank expression as they file out of the mile-long building, dead grey eyes behind horn-rimmed glasses. They came out in droves, and the Joes poured into Foundationland. We zoomed closer to the islands and I could see more detail on ours. It had little plaques with our Site names on them - Site-19, Area-14, Site-01 - and each Joe stood on one before melting into the ground like a novelty candle. I look over to 990 and before I can say anything, he throws a glance towards the Factory. I follow his gaze and it floats closer until I can see the building better. A noxious black haze pipes out of the smokestack on the top, and I can see a latch on the opposite side. Because bad ideas are the best kind of ideas, I grab the smokestack and pull it backwards. The roof of the Factory swings open like a grotesque little dollhouse, and I'm unsettled. I've seen some shit, Everett. I'm an immortal scientist trapped in a necklace on a monkey for Christ's sake. I should be used to this sort of thing by now, but I guess not. The floor undulated as I watched. Cockroaches crawled across the slick black tiles and up the walls, popping like zits when they reached the edges and staining the wall with some kind of dark discharge. When I looked closer, the tiles weren't tiles at all, but some kind of tarry black ooze, covered in thousands of tiny faces. I couldn't count how many Joes are there this time. There were too many faces, too many mouths smiling that flat, slappable smile. A fat fly flew out of the nose of one of them, only to get gobbled up by a long tendril from underneath another's eye. The faces swam in the stuff, appearing and disappearing, spitting out rats and snakes and other little nasties. Within the split second I had to register all this, the faces, every last one, took the opportunity to glance my way. I expected them to scream and howl like the dead, but the smiles on their faces widened, mouth curling up past their glasses. The shifting mass sloped downwards and all the faces smashed together. The one nearest the center opened its mouth and swallowed its nearest cousin whole. Then another did the same to it. Soon, all the faces were engulfing each other as the writhing black mass began to rise up. It opened up to me, and I could see down its throat. I saw the stairwell, Everett. Did you know we found out long ago what waited for us at the bottom? No, you wouldn't have. You probably didn't have clearance to view that exploration before it was expunged. Suffice it to say that the one-and-a-half members of Lambda-5 who came out brought something else with them, something they claimed was the source of the persistent wailing. It looked like a little girl, but it wasn't. Something about it was very, very wrong, though I couldn't say what exactly. We put the thing in containment for further study, and gave it a designation: SCP-053. I can count on one hand the number of people who were privy to info about that exploration, and most of them are dead or worse. The White Rabbits that made it out of the stairwell died pretty quick, the D-class they found at the bottom was in no condition that could be considered "alive", and SCP-053 certainly isn't saying anything. I think there were a few guys from Files and Records that tasked with keeping an eye on the fourth exploration log, but they weren't allowed to read or edit it, just revert any edits made by unauthorized personnel. My point is that I saw a clear image of that little not-girl in the stairwell inside of this writhing mass of black shit. It knew something that only a handful of Foundation employees know, a number I can count on one hand. If all the Joes are coming out of this thing, do they all know too? I slammed the lid shut on that thing and looked for 990, but he was long gone at this point. I shouted for him with no success, and moments later, I woke up. Then I called you, which leads us to now. I don't know what to make of this, Everett. I don't know what 990 was trying to tell me. I don't know what the hell came out of that nightmare. I do know one thing: it's the Factory. Joe is the Factory. It knows everything we know, and it's everywhere we are. And we can't do a damn thing about it. Footnotes 1. Alternatively Class-A personnel or equivalent title for Areas or other locations; this caveat should be understood to be appended whenever 'Site Director' is used hereafter 2. Instances sometimes use the name "Joe Williams" 3. Only individuals with a CRV of 25 or higher (estimated to be approximately 2% of Foundation employees and .05% of the total population) have demonstrated resistance to this effect 4. Verification of this claim is difficult, as records of a "Joe Williams" have been found at every investigated site or area investigated, without exception, and each employee record displays a different date of hiring, with the earliest being 1911. 5. The proposal was approved by O5 Command with a vote of 6-5, with 2 abstentions.
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SCP-4199
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uncontained
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NOTICE: THE FOLLOWING FILE HAS BEEN DECLASSIFIED THIS FILE NORMALLY REQUIRES LEVEL 5-4199 ACCESS, BUT HAS BEEN DECLASSIFIED BY RAISA. IF YOU HAVE ACCESSED THIS FILE IN ERROR, NO ACTION IS NECESSARY. NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION You've probably heard the rumors already. You're probably wondering what happened to Joe from Accounting, or from Files and Records, or Human Resources. Maybe you were even at one of the sites where Security took him into custody. I'll clear up this much for you right off the bat: Joe is an SCP. Specifically, he's SCP-4199. Yes, all of him. Since a lack of communication and information access contributed to the spread of SCP-4199, I am going to combat it by doing the opposite: absolutely nothing in this document will be expunged, redacted, or removed. Every employee of the SCP Foundation, from part time janitors to O5 Command, will be able to access the entire article. I can see how this might be troubling to some of you, but I whole-heartedly believe the alternative is worse. SCP-4199 was able to infiltrate every single Foundation Research Site, every clandestine area, every front company. We located an instance under the Indian Ocean and even on the goddamn moon. Each location had exactly one copy; never more, never fewer. We don't know how they got in without us noticing, nor do we know how they stayed hidden for so long. And we have no idea what their endgame is. These things were everywhere for years, for decades, and we were completely clueless about it. We've been caught with our pants down. This cannot happen again. We need to know what SCP-4199 wants with us, exactly what it is and what it did. Where we fucked up, so we'll know better if it happens again. — Maria Jones, Director, RAISA Item #: SCP-4199 Does the Black Moon howl? Once, but no longer WELCOME SITE DIRECTOR OR CLASS A PERSONNEL FROM THE DESK OF ALTO CLEF Well ladies and gents and robots, here we are again. Some of you need to work on your listening comprehension skills, you know. You've gotten an email to this effect at least once, and now you can't pull out the old "I didn't get the memo" excuse. I'm going to be as clear as I can with this: DO NOT, UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES, CONTAIN, IMPEDE, OR TERMINATE SCP-4199 INSTANCES IN ANY WAY. I don't care what they found out. I don't care what they inexplicably accessed. I don't care whose grandma they're dating. 'DO NOT' means 'DO NOT', and that's that. It has proven more of a hassle than simply letting them be. Firing them causes a breach, killing them causes a breach, lobotomizing them causes a breach, putting them in a coma, exiling them to Mars… you name it, we've tried it, and it all causes a breach followed by a new instance being hired a few weeks later. I am in the process of devising a better solution. If you have any ideas, please submit them to me before putting them into practice. I will be happy to ignore them and/or foist them off on an underling. In the meantime, leave the poor guys be. We'll all be better off, as crazy as that sounds. — Dr. Alto Clef, Big Fat Liar Containment Specialist, Reality Benders Special Containment Procedures: Containment of SCP-4199 has a twofold focus: monitoring instances and keeping them alive. Direct containment has proven problematic in the past, and death of an instance has been shown to cause an immediate containment breach. Each Secure Facility, research Area, or Foundation-owned property must participate in containment of SCP-4199, without exception. Exactly one instance of SCP-4199 should be contained at each location. If for any reason a Site or Area does not have an instance of SCP-4199 in containment, or if an instance is discovered to be deceased, the Site Director1 should contact Dr. Jaime Marlow, who will assign a specialist in cognitohazards to conduct a daily search of all employee records until one is found. Duties of a deceased instance should be split between existing personnel. All current staff members onsite should be reviewed thoroughly for employees with the name "Joseph Williams",2 with special emphasis given to recently hired employees. If no instance of SCP-4199 can be found within one month, hiring may resume but all onsite personnel are to be treated as current or future instances until such an instance can be located. The Site Director should request a detailed report of activity from the supervisor of an SCP-4199 instance on its behavior, current projects, and clearance, under the guise of a monthly progress report. If questioned, Site Director should inform instances that this is normal procedure. For similar reasons, a monthly psychological evaluation should be conducted, with any abnormalities reported to the Site Director. Below is a list of SCPs that have been approved for use in maintaining the well-being of an SCP-4199 instance: SCP-006: A 10ml vial of SCP-006 may be requested for extreme circumstances with a majority approval from O5 council and administered clandestinely; SCP-427: Exposure is not to exceed five minutes total or one consecutive minute for any instance; SCP-500: One pill per location has been approved Rejected due to lack of resources; SCP-545: PENDING O5 APPROVAL; SCP-545-B may be administered on a case-by-case basis (SCP-545-A is not to be notified); SCP-590: Exposure to SCP-590 may be used in extreme cases with approval from Dr. Jack Bright; SCP-2718: Required for all deceased instances Administration of this procedure has been discontinued as Project Dammerung appears to have no effect on instances of SCP-4199; Description: SCP-4199 collectively refers to a group of individuals named Joe Williams, formerly employed by the SCP Foundation. Instances are mostly unremarkable in appearance, though comparisons of physical descriptions from containment specialists indicate that they are identical to one another. If an instance of SCP-4199 is not present at a Foundation-owned location, another will appear or be hired within one month through unknown means. Freezing a location's hiring will result in an entity manifesting within the current roster of employees. Employees affected by the instance's antimemetic properties will be convinced that it had always been employed at that location. The powerful antimemetic effect emitted by SCP-41993 prevents affected individuals from recognizing their connection to other SCP-4199 instances. This typically manifests as a complete lack of realization, or the assumption that the similarities with other Joe Williams' are non-anomalous in nature given SCP-4199's common name and generic appearance. SCP-4199 instances are generally cordial and polite, and will attempt to engage other Foundation employees in smalltalk. Favorite topics include weather, weekend plans, and the current performance of the New York Yankees. Members of SCP-4199 claim to have been around since the organization was formed.4 Test Log: While it is certain that the death of an instance causes a containment breach, other potential methods of neutralization are less certain. In an effort to more effectively contain SCP-4199 instances and prevent containment breaches, a series of several tests was conducted, treating SCP-4199 instances as though they were D-class personnel.5 From: jcimmerian@scp To: cgears@scp Subject: Joe Williams's Employee Review Dr. Gears, With advice from O5 Command, the Ethics Committee has decided to approve experimentation on SCP-4199 instances, otherwise known by the names "Joe Williams" or "Joseph Williams". You have been placed in charge of the project by a vote of 9-4. Congratulations. I assume you of all people would recognize what an unprecedented exception this is, and that word of this absolutely cannot get out. You're the only person we can trust with this, Charles. There's evidence to suggest that some Site Directors have employed as many as five instances of SCP-4199 over the years without realizing it. Some of them even have access to some anomalies. Ensign Williams of the SCPS Seastar can view and access SCP-1382, and he can even read the test reports on it. With a potential threat this widespread, we need someone who can look at the issue logically and can guarantee results. Please input credentials Welcome: GEARS, CHARLES Subject: SCP-342 Result: After boarding the nearest transit system, SCP-4199-73-2 disappeared from reality as expected. Subsequent personnel review revealed a successive SCP-4199-73 instance, dubbed SCP-4199-73-3. Conclusion: SCP-4199 instances must be present onsite in order to be contained. Subject: SCP-662 Result: SCP-662 was asked to remove instances of SCP-4199 and prevent them from returning. His response was recorded as follows: I'm terribly sorry sirs and madam, but I can no more remove these men from existence than I can the very concept of containing anomalies. I'm afraid he is tied intrinsically to the existence of your organization. When asked to clarify, he simply stated that SCP-4199 "is, was, and will be part of the SCP Foundation". Conclusion: SCP-4199 cannot be anomalously removed or bargained away. Subject: SCP-1504 Result: All interactions with SCP-4199 were polite and cordial, save for an occasional nosebleed on the part of SCP-4199. Comparisons are ongoing. Conclusion: Inconclusive. Subject: Y-909 Result: SCP-4199-45-1 suffered side effects commiserate with exposure to Y-909 - paranoia, memory loss, suicidal thoughts, etc. - until eventually overdosing from the effects and suffering catastrophic brain trauma. Additional exposure of Y-909 and amnestics had similar results, all ending with subsequent instances becoming either deceased or brain dead. New instances continued to appear, even when previous instances were alive and comatose. Further administration of amnestics also failed to prevent new instances from appearing. Conclusion: Instances of SCP-4199 must be awake and conscious to prevent a containment breach and are not affected by amnestics. Subject: SCP-3930 Result: SCP-4199-67-2 ceased existing after entering SCP-3930. Although it was still observed by onsite researchers within the anomaly, a new instance of SCP-4199 appeared eighteen days later at Site 67. Conclusion: Cessation of existence has the same effect on instances of SCP-4199 as death. UPDATE: Testing is currently forbidden by order of O5 command following Incident SCP-4199-α. Incident 4199-α: At approximately 2:31AM on February 7th, 2018, Dr. Jack Bright was contacted by SCP-990. Dr. Everett Mann was on-call at the time, and aided Dr. Bright in transcribing the encounter using Form 66-Y, which is included below. FORM 66-Y - STANDARD DREAM REPORT Personnel: Dr. Bright Estimated Degree of Recall: 85% Anomalous Entity Present?: Y Likelihood of Actionable Intelligence: Negligable Description: It's hard to miss SCP-990. He's always the most recognizable thing in Dreamland. Has anyone ever asked him why he likes that Cold War business suit so much? Does he have to pay for dry cleaning, being an anomalous entity that exists in the brainwaves of REM sleep? Sorry, I digress. I ask him what he's doing in my head, and he puts a hand on my shoulder. He tells me he has "a necessary evil" to show me, and I figure it's gonna be one of the regular ones we deal with on a daily basis. You know the kind. Anyway, he puts his hand on my shoulder and my high school locker room disappears. I couldn't tell if I was still naked. Anyway, we're floating in the air, looking over this bridge connecting two islands floating in a sea of bright lights and dark corners. They're labeled with cartoonishly large signs straight out of Seuss. One of the signs says 'Foundationland' - yes, really - and the other reads 'The Factory'. You can bet this piqued my attention. Out of the Factory comes some guy I barely recognized, name of John or Joe or something. Let's call him Joe. I think he's a bean counter at Site 19. Anyway, he leaves the Factory and steps onto the bridge, swinging his little Star Trek lunch pail in his right hand. That was when things got decidedly more dream-like. First there's one Joe on the bridge, then two. Then two hundred. Then two thousand. They all have the same blank expression as they file out of the mile-long building, dead grey eyes behind horn-rimmed glasses. They came out in droves, and the Joes poured into Foundationland. We zoomed closer to the islands and I could see more detail on ours. It had little plaques with our Site names on them - Site-19, Area-14, Site-01 - and each Joe stood on one before melting into the ground like a novelty candle. I look over to 990 and before I can say anything, he throws a glance towards the Factory. I follow his gaze and it floats closer until I can see the building better. A noxious black haze pipes out of the smokestack on the top, and I can see a latch on the opposite side. Because bad ideas are the best kind of ideas, I grab the smokestack and pull it backwards. The roof of the Factory swings open like a grotesque little dollhouse, and I'm unsettled. I've seen some shit, Everett. I'm an immortal scientist trapped in a necklace on a monkey for Christ's sake. I should be used to this sort of thing by now, but I guess not. The floor undulated as I watched. Cockroaches crawled across the slick black tiles and up the walls, popping like zits when they reached the edges and staining the wall with some kind of dark discharge. When I looked closer, the tiles weren't tiles at all, but some kind of tarry black ooze, covered in thousands of tiny faces. I couldn't count how many Joes are there this time. There were too many faces, too many mouths smiling that flat, slappable smile. A fat fly flew out of the nose of one of them, only to get gobbled up by a long tendril from underneath another's eye. The faces swam in the stuff, appearing and disappearing, spitting out rats and snakes and other little nasties. Within the split second I had to register all this, the faces, every last one, took the opportunity to glance my way. I expected them to scream and howl like the dead, but the smiles on their faces widened, mouth curling up past their glasses. The shifting mass sloped downwards and all the faces smashed together. The one nearest the center opened its mouth and swallowed its nearest cousin whole. Then another did the same to it. Soon, all the faces were engulfing each other as the writhing black mass began to rise up. It opened up to me, and I could see down its throat. I saw the stairwell, Everett. Did you know we found out long ago what waited for us at the bottom? No, you wouldn't have. You probably didn't have clearance to view that exploration before it was expunged. Suffice it to say that the one-and-a-half members of Lambda-5 who came out brought something else with them, something they claimed was the source of the persistent wailing. It looked like a little girl, but it wasn't. Something about it was very, very wrong, though I couldn't say what exactly. We put the thing in containment for further study, and gave it a designation: SCP-053. I can count on one hand the number of people who were privy to info about that exploration, and most of them are dead or worse. The White Rabbits that made it out of the stairwell died pretty quick, the D-class they found at the bottom was in no condition that could be considered "alive", and SCP-053 certainly isn't saying anything. I think there were a few guys from Files and Records that tasked with keeping an eye on the fourth exploration log, but they weren't allowed to read or edit it, just revert any edits made by unauthorized personnel. My point is that I saw a clear image of that little not-girl in the stairwell inside of this writhing mass of black shit. It knew something that only a handful of Foundation employees know, a number I can count on one hand. If all the Joes are coming out of this thing, do they all know too? I slammed the lid shut on that thing and looked for 990, but he was long gone at this point. I shouted for him with no success, and moments later, I woke up. Then I called you, which leads us to now. I don't know what to make of this, Everett. I don't know what 990 was trying to tell me. I don't know what the hell came out of that nightmare. I do know one thing: it's the Factory. Joe is the Factory. It knows everything we know, and it's everywhere we are. And we can't do a damn thing about it. Footnotes 1. Alternatively Class-A personnel or equivalent title for Areas or other locations; this caveat should be understood to be appended whenever 'Site Director' is used hereafter 2. Instances sometimes use the name "Joe Williams" 3. Only individuals with a CRV of 25 or higher (estimated to be approximately 2% of Foundation employees and .05% of the total population) have demonstrated resistance to this effect 4. Verification of this claim is difficult, as records of a "Joe Williams" have been found at every investigated site or area investigated, without exception, and each employee record displays a different date of hiring, with the earliest being 1911. 5. 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Main Document Additional Documentation - Clearance Level 3 RESTRICTED RESTRICTED The weapon involved in the SCP-4200 event, shortly after initial construction. Item #: SCP-4200 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4200 has been successfully expunged from the historical record, due to the secretive nature of the Manhattan Project and extensive cooperation with the Foundation by the US government. Three individuals, all of whom were affected by SCP-4200, have been expunged from all records, and relatives to these individuals have been treated with Class-O amnestics. SCP-4200-1's perimeter is surrounded by a three metre high solidified chain-link fence, at a continuous distance of ten metres from the area itself. Signs are posted at frequent intervals warning that the area is a former nuclear testing site, and thus contains hazardous radioactive waste. Description: SCP-4200 is the designation for an anomalous event which occurred on the fourteenth of November, 1942 in the New Mexico desert. The event involved the detonation and subsequent malfunction of a weapon of mass destruction, constructed as a side project during the Manhattan Project, with anomalous technology salvaged from a site off the coast of Antikythera island, Greece. The believed series of events is as follows: the weapon was placed at a designated point, before being armed by three scientists - now identified as Timothy Noble, Erik Myers and Bernard Kamen. During countdown to detonation, the weapon malfunctioned and detonated early before the scientists were at a safe distance. The weapon, all three scientists, the vehicle they were travelling in, and a large amount of sediment seemingly instantly dematerialized from the site. US soldiers and Foundation operatives conducted extensive searches of the surrounding area, to no avail. The site of the detonation has been designated SCP-4200-1. This number designates an approximately 900m² area of land. SCP-4200-1 has been measured to have an abnormally low Hume level, with Kant counters recording readings of anywhere from 10-60 Humes. Individuals that spend extensive amounts of time in the area note that they have slowed reflexes, and are apparently drawn to three particular points in different areas of SCP-4200-1. This effect is believed to be both physical and psychological, as sand and other small objects have accumulated in large amounts at the aforementioned three points. Addendum: The following is an audio transcript of the SCP-4200 event, recorded by Manhattan Project scientists. The audio is currently in Foundation possession. SCP-4200 - AUDIO TRANSCRIPT DATE: 14/11/1942 NOTE: Audio log is transcribed approximately thirteen minutes into the testing, just after the weapon is armed. The three individuals were using handheld transceivers for communication. [BEGIN LOG] Test Command: T minus 50 until detonation. Myers: Are you excited, Bernard? Kamen: Very. I can't wait to drop one of these on Hitler's doorstep. The three laugh. Test Command: 30 seconds. Myers: Hopefully the war will end before we need to, though. Kamen: Then what's the point? Test Command: 20 seconds. Noble: I agree with Erik here. It's good we've got this point, thank god for the site in Greece. Otherwise we wouldn- The weapon detonates. Myers, Kamen and Noble all vanish, along with the weapon and vehicle, which leaves a slight crater. Test Command: What the hell just happened? Erik? Tim? There is no response. Test Command: Someone go out there and report to me what the hell just happened. There is silence for approximately four minutes while the test command attempts to deduce what occurred. Noble: H-hello? Command? Test Command: Where the hell are you? Noble: I-I don't know. I can barely move or see. It's like something is weighing down on me from all sides. Test Command: Where are Myers and Kamen? Noble: I don't know. Shit. Noble calls out for the other individuals. Kamen: I'm here… fuck… I can't move at all. My arms and legs are s-stuck in somewhere. I don't know. Noble: Where's Erik? Kamen: I can see him in front of me, just barely. He's not moving either. Test Command: We're going to try and figure out where you are and get you out. Kamen: I can't feel my heartbeat. I don't have a heartbeat! Noble: We need to just st- A sudden cracking noise is heard. Noble: It's breaking my arm! Get us out of here, now! Test Command: We don't even know where you are! More cracking sounds are heard. The three scientists begin to scream, including Myers who has seemingly awoken. This continues for around 50 seconds until the transmission cuts out. Test Command: We've lost them. I need a team on this, right now. Now! [END LOG] PERSONAL NOTICE FROM HEAD RESEARCHER SILVERS Date of notice - 23/06/1998 As is often procedure with low-clearance files, the prior document omits pertinent information and contains purposeful inaccuracies. However, these were not deemed extensive enough for a full new document to go in the file for personnel with a higher clearance. The first aspect of note is the nature of the weapon involved in SCP-4200. From what we can tell from the documents that were able to be recovered (the staff on the Manhattan Project burned a great deal of files after the incident) the bomb was effectively supposed to create a minor reality bending effect. Space inside a chamber of the weapon would be "pinched" inwards, and then would violently react in the opposite direction, creating a large ripple which would destroy things in its path, with no radiation damage. The fact that an organisation other than the Foundation possessed reality bending technology isn't something that was deemed appropriate for lower classifications. The second is the location of Timothy Noble, Erik Myers and Bernard Kamen. While it is true that their exact nature and location in the multiverse is unknown, we have made contact (as much we could) and sent in a team. I've put the exploration log at the end of this message. Robert Scranton over at Site-120 sent us some devices, and when the Hume level was particularly low we sent an MTF in. They weren't in there for very long, but what the team picked up was certainly interesting. Exploration Video Log Transcript Date: 22/12/1989 Exploration Team: MTF-Alpha-5 ("Paranaughts") Subject: SCP-4200-1 - Locating the three missing individuals involved in the SCP-4200 event Team Lead: Gardner Team Members: Feynman, Asprey, Koehler Note: Visual notes in this log were not streamed live during the exploration, but have been inserted in at the corresponding times. [BEGIN LOG] MISSION COMMAND: Is the team in place within SCP-4200-1? Gardner: Affirmative. Can someone give me a Hume reading? Asprey: 30 Humes. MISSION COMMAND: Make the jump now. If you stay any longer you'll be subject to SCP-4200-1's effect. Gardner: Is everyone in place? We'll have a span of around fifteen minutes to conduct our exploration before the devices reset and we are brought back. Asprey: Affirmative. Feynman: Good to go. Koehler: No issues here. Gardner: Activate, now. The four members activate the devices, and visually disappear from the site. MISSION COMMAND: Was it successful? Gardner: I think so… it's hard to tell. Koehler, turn on your flashlight. Koehler: Right. Koehler turns on his light, and reveals that the team is in a tight space around 1.5 metres in vertical length, surrounded by an unknown black material. Feynman: It's sort of… malleable. I can push it up with my hands but it moves slowly back into place. Gardner: Move forward. Our main aim is to find Myers, Noble and Kamen. Feynman suddenly leaps back and yells. Feynman: What the hell? Gardner: What happened, Feynman? Feynman: It's my Geiger counter. Look. Feynman holds up his Geiger counter. It is now not a singular component, but several wires, circuitboards and plastic pieces. Koehler: That's strange. It's like it broke apart perfectly. Mine seems okay. Asprey: Mine as well. Gardner: Leave it all here, Feynman. Everyone be careful, this place clearly has unusual properties. Stick together. The team slowly move forward through the space. Asprey suddenly stops. Asprey: I think I've found the vehicle. Look. The team surround and study the vehicle, which is seemingly mostly embedded within the black material. Koehler runs his finger along it. Koehler: I think this is rust. Feynman: How could that be? I don't think there's any water vapour present in here. Gardner: That is odd. However, we're not here for the car, we're here to find the three men. Keep moving. The team continue onwards. Asprey's foot crunches on something. Feynman: What was that? Asprey: I'm not sure… Koehler, can I get a light? Koehler: Affirmative. Asprey: It's… a pair of glasses. Did any of them wear glasses like this, Command? MISSION COMMAND: Yes, Myers did. You might be close. The team continues forward, as the space begins to get taller. Gardner stops and raises his hand. Gardner: I hear something, be silent. The team pauses. The sound of breathing is picked up. Koehler: It's coming from the left. Koehler shines his light to reveal the slumped form of Myers. One arm is seemingly inserted into the ceiling of the space. Five black, tube-like structures are attached to his head, which bond with the black edges of the space, seemingly made of the same material. Gardner: Command, we've uh… we've found Myers. Feynman: SCP-4200 happened what, 47 years ago? He doesn't seem to have aged at all. Gardner: Approach. We're going to make physical contact. The team cautiously approach. Myers' eyes appear to be closed, but he is visibly breathing. Asprey: He seems alive. Apsrey places two fingers on Myers' neck. Asprey: There's definitely a pulse here. Koehler: Maybe we should open up his eyes and try and wake him up. Gardner: Agreed. Asprey, open his eyelids. Asprey proceeds to do this. Upon pushing Myers' eyelids open, Asprey suddenly jumps back as Myers seemingly jolts awake. His eyelids remain open. Asprey: Look at his eyes… The camera is brought close to Myers' face, revealing that instead of typical eyes, images are seemingly playing in the space. Tanks and people running are seen. The pictures change to an individual resembling Nicolae Ceausescu (leader of communist Romania from 1965-1989). A red aura suddenly appears around him, before the pictures switch back to conflict on the streets. Feynman: I see Romanian flags… this is Romania? Gardner: Leave him. We need to try and locate the others. The team continues forward. Eventually, Koehler's light reveals the form of Kamen. He is much more embedded in the black material, with both arms, 1 leg and a large amount of his torso seemingly inserted. Gardner: Command, we've found Kamen. Koehler, check his eyes. Koehler opens Kamen's eyelids. The images shown are slightly different. The picture keeps showing various shots of communist Romanian forces being shot or captured. Asprey: Gardner, how long do we have left? Gardner: Fuck. 90 seconds. Get some more footage and then move away. We'll come back another time to look for Noble. The team gather some more close-up footage before moving away. Feynman: Why do you think their eyes were like that? Gardner: I don't know. We'll see what they say back at the site. The team move into return positions, before being removed from the space, and visually reappearing back in SCP-4200-1. Gardner: Command, we're back. MISSION COMMAND: Affirmative. A van is on their way to pick you up, exit SCP-4200-1. [END LOG] Note: After this excursion, the space has been designated SCP-4200-2. 1: The following is a table of the lowest Humes recorded in SCP-4200-1, in descending order from highest to lowest. The results have been recorded from the year 1960 onward. DATE HUME COUNT 18/05/1980 49 Hm 11/09/1973 44 Hm 20/07/1969 39 Hm 08/04/1965 35 Hm 26/03/1986 31 Hm 09/11/1989 29 Hm 26/12/1991 21 Hm 2: On 13/05/2017, O5 command ordered an extraction of one of the three scientists from SCP-4200-2, carried out by MTF-Alpha-5. Tools were fashioned from the teeth and digestive system of SCP-2742 in order to remove one of the individuals from their embedded nature. VIDEO LOG DATE: 13/05/2017 NOTE: Each team member carried two tools fashioned from SCP-2742 instances. An extra reality jump device was provided as well, to bring back the retrieved scientist. The updated devices do not have a 15 minute limit period, instead being manually activated to jump back, allowing for an indefinite stay. [BEGIN LOG] 1318: The team enter SCP-4200-1 and take their positions. All equipment is checked over for malfunctions. No abnormalities are found. 1319: The team activates their jump devices and are transported successfully into SCP-4200-2. 1321: One of the member's tools transmutes into the deceased head of an SCP-2742 instance. This is abandoned and the team continues. 1322: The team rendezvous. After considering prior excursions, it is determined that Myers will be removed, due to the fact that he is the one least embedded in SCP-4200-2. 1325: The team find Myers' glasses, which have developed a coat resembling rust and become embedded slightly into the black material since the last time they were sighted. 1327: The team's flashlights reveal the form of Myers a short distance away. 1328: The team reach Myers, who appears to be unconscious. Lifting up his eyelids reveal black spaces, with no images playing. 1329: The tubes attached to Myers begin to be cut by the tools. Incisions cause a black liquid to be spilled, which is immediately absorbed into the boundaries of SCP-4200-2 on contact. 1335: After three of the tubes have been fully cut, Myers appears to be awakened. The team cautiously moves back. There is silence as he appears to simply stare at the team. 1336: Myers begins to writhe and yell out, feeling the back of his head frantically with his free hand. He looks off to the left, seemingly anxiously. 1337: Two of the team restrain Myers while the others begin to cut the remaining tubes. Myers' eyes change to images of what appears to be desert. 1339: The last tube is cut, and Myers begins to scream. The image in his eyes changes to that of a small building. 1341: The team begins to cut a circle around the embedded arm of Myers. A red aura appears around the building shown in the eyes. 1344: Communications with mission command are lost, assumed to be a technical malfunction. Myers becomes much more violent and attempts to push members of the team away. He is successfully restrained. 1348: The cut is finished, and Myers falls onto the floor of SCP-4200-2, seemingly unconscious. The space where his arm was quickly fills in with more black material, leaving no trace of any damage. 1349: A jump device is fitted around Myers' wrist, who is now seemingly unconscious. The team tries to contact mission command again, to no avail. 1350: Myers and the team transport back to SCP-4200-1. The team awaits the arrival of a vehicle to retrieve them. [END LOG] At approximately 13:42 during the recovery of Myers, the mission command site suffered a catastrophic event. Several electrical wires malfunctioned, which sparked a large fire that eliminated communication devices and damaged large areas of the site. Seven casualties were recorded from the event. The team was eventually recovered by an excursion force from a larger site. Erik Myers was taken and analysed, but remains in a comatose condition. All attempts to remove Myers from this state have failed. Efforts are still ongoing. ► THIS DOCUMENT HAS BEEN LOCKED BY THE O5 COUNCIL - PLEASE INPUT CORRECT CREDENTIALS - CORRECT INPUT - DISPLAYING FILE - SCP-4200 The fall of the Berlin Wall, an event believed to be caused by SCP-4200 Item #: SCP-4200 Special Containment Procedures: Under the pretence of maintaining a sense of normalcy when it comes to the historical timeline, several false pieces of information have been placed at lower classification accesses of this document. Some of these include: SCP-4200 is the designation for the event which caused the 3 individuals to become embedded within SCP-4200-2 The location of the three individuals is not known SCP-4200-A is in a comatose state from which he has not awoken It has been the unanimous decision of the O5 Council that the two remaining SCP-4200 individuals should not be recovered. This decision was made after the alterations to the historical timeline caused by the removal of SCP-4200-A. In the continuous interest in preserving a flow of time which aligns with the status quo, the remaining individuals are to be left permanently within SCP-4200-1. The Hume count of SCP-4200-2 is to be monitored and any abnormally low counts are to be recorded, and then matching with corresponding world events to determine if SCP-4200 are influencing reality, and if they are, what they are influencing. SCP-4200-2 is surrounded by a three metre high solidified chain-link fence, at a continuous distance of 10 metres from the area itself. Signs are posted at frequent intervals warning that the area is private, protected property and contains large amounts of radiation due to previous nuclear testing. Experimentation with D-Class and Mobile Task Forces is currently prohibited. SCP-4200-A is held in a furnished human anomaly containment chamber. Amenities are permitted to be provided if requested. Historical textbooks given on request must have statistics of suffering, death or injury removed, as not to cause mental duress to SCP-4200-A. Description: SCP-4200 is the collective designation for Erik Myers, Bernard Kamen and Timothy Noble (classed as SCP-4200-A, SCP-4200-B and SCP-4200-C respectively), who became merged with consensus reality after a malfunction during an anomalous weapon testing during the Manhattan Project. The weapon was designed to fold reality inwards for a brief moment before space would violently react in the opposite direction, which would create a large shockwave that could destroy large areas with no radioactive fallout. However, it is believed that the bomb accidentally ripped a small tear in reality instead of simply folding it. Due to their merging with the consensus reality, the SCP-4200 individuals possess the ability to influence world events in our timeline. They have the apparent ability to manipulate the actions and thoughts of people, as well as in a physical sense on objects and entities. SCP-4200 have been responsible for multiple major historical events, such as the USA's successful development of the nuclear bomb, the moon landing, and the breakup of the Soviet Union. The removal of any of the SCP-4200 instances from their state leads to the removal of their actions from the historical timeline. For example, the removal of SCP-4200-A from his merged state is believed to have caused the CIA supported coups in Chile, Guatemala and Brazil, among others, to come into effect in our timeline. SCP-4200-1 is the space in which two out of the three SCP-4200 individuals currently inhabit. SCP-4200-1 is a tear in reality, approximately 60 metres in diameter. The flow of time within SCP-4200-1 is not linear, and has been observed flowing backwards, erratically or simply not at all. The black material that makes up the boundaries of SCP-4200-1 is currently not fully understood. However, it is theorised to be a component which spontaneously forms due to a sudden lack of reality in an area. SCP-4200-2 is the site in which the event which caused SCP-4200 to become merged with the baseline reality took place. This designation spans an approximately 900m² area of land in the New Mexico desert. SCP-4200-2 possesses an abnormally low Hume level, with Kant counters recording anywhere from 10-60 Humes. A lower Hume count correlates with SCP-4200 exerting influence on baseline reality. Individuals that spend extensive amounts of time note that they have slowed reflexes, and are apparently drawn to two (formerly three, before SCP-4200-A was removed) particular points in different areas of SCP-4200-2, which correlate to the locations of the SCP-4200 while merged with reality. Addendum: The following are three selected interviews with SCP-4200-A. Interviewed: SCP-4200-A Interviewer: Head Researcher Silvers Foreword: Interview conducted shortly after recovery from SCP-4200-1. Mental state of subject prior to interview was noted as being unstable and erratic. <Begin Log> Silvers: Hello, Erik. Before we begin, is there anything you'd want? SCP-4200-A: A glass of water, please. Silvers gestures to a guard, and SCP-4200-A is brought a glass of water. Silvers: Can you describe the events preceding the malfunction of the weapon? SCP-4200-A: They put the bomb out in the middle of the desert with a van, and me, Tim, and Bernard followed in a car behind. We primed it, and then began to drive away. I don't remember what was said… I can only remember fleeting images after we armed it. Then there was a hum… a hum which I can't quite place. Silvers: And then you awoke within SCP-4200-1? SCP-4200-A: I think we were unconscious for a while? Were we? Silvers: Kamen and Noble were unconscious for around five minutes. SCP-4200-A: Right. I woke up, and everything, for a few seconds felt numb… No, not numb. As if I was floating. But that didn't last long. Then it was just pain. Silvers: Can you describe that? SCP-4200-A: I can't really. The whole… place, whatever it is… twisted. My arm broke, I remember that. Past that, it was something deeper. It was like caustic acid on my skull that trickled down into everything else. Pauses. Silvers: Are you alright? SCP-4200-A: Yes. I'm just trying to remember. After the pain, which lasted for an amount of time I cannot recall. Then came what I can only describe as… euphoria. Silvers: Euphoria? SCP-4200-A: It came slowly at first. I started feeling things, pain, emotions. It trickled in, and it took me a while to realise that I was feeling things that other people, and things, were feeling and doing. Silvers: Could you influence events at this time? SCP-4200-A: Not until I lost all sense of body. The trickles of the feeling became more and more, until the dam burst. Suddenly I was gone, my mind was in a place I could only describe as… everywhere. It was like I could feel the flow of history as it went. Silvers: And you could control things like this? SCP-4200-A: Yes… At least, I think so. It's barely comprehensible to describe. Imagine everything that is, as a chess board of sorts. Suddenly, we could move the pieces. Fit things into the way we wanted them to. We didn't lose our thoughts about things, our biases, our opinions on the direction the world should be taken. We were thrust into a position where we could make those opinions a reality. Silvers: What was the first act that you did? SCP-4200-A: Of course, because we were scientists of the project, that was what we started with. We planted the seeds of knowledge about how they could build the atomic bomb. We didn't help with the defeat of the Nazis - that was happening anyway, and none of us were strong enough to do something like that at that point. Silvers: Did you gain more power as time went on? SCP-4200-A: I don't think it was that we gained more power… It was more as if our influence, in a way, diffused. It took a few years to really grapple with the strength that we held. But Bernard… SCP-4200-A pauses and shuffles uncomfortably. Silvers: It's alright Erik. You can say whatever you'd like. SCP-4200-A: I… I don't… (Pauses). Doctor, how many people did my actions kill? Silvers: I'm not going to answer that, I'm sorry. SCP-4200-A: Please answer me. I know it… It must be thousands. There was Romania… All those soldiers didn't have a choice. I should have stopped Bernard, but I agreed with this cause. Even if I didn't for all the others. Tell me doctor, please! Silvers: You're becoming agitated. We can continue this another time. SCP-4200-A: (Sighs.) Alright… Alright, but promise that you'll tell me how many, at some point. Silvers: We'll see. <End Log> Closing Statement: SCP-4200-A was given brief psychological medical attention before returning back to containment cell. It was determined that giving SCP-4200-A statistics about his actions would cause unneeded duress. Interviewed: SCP-4200-A Interviewer: Head Researcher Silvers Foreword: The mental state of SCP-4200-A was noted as having increased promisingly after the prior interview. <Begin Log> Silvers: Are you doing alright today, Erik? SCP-4200-A: I think so. Silvers: Good, let's begin then. What can you tell us about Bernard Kamen? SCP-4200-A: I assume you already know all the baseline facts, where he was born, how old he was, that sort of thing? Silvers: You tell us what you think we should know. SCP-4200-A: His parents were born in the Ukraine, but moved to the US in around 1919, I think. They drilled it into him that he was lucky to be born in America, how it was the greatest country, that sort of thing. He carried those ideas all the way. Silvers: Was he well-liked amongst others? SCP-4200-A: Yes, Bernard was just… outspoken. Certainly more so than me or Tim. Confident, too. In the space, when he moved the pieces, you could really feel that he believed in it, completely. We should have done more… Silvers: Did you and Noble actively oppose Kamen while inside SCP-4200-1? SCP-4200-A: It's not that simple. Sometimes we did. Sometimes we didn't. Sometimes it was just one of us. I agreed with some of the things he put into action. Like the series of events with the Eastern Bloc. Silvers: What did you disagree with? SCP-4200-A: Bernard is a very… extreme person. He hated socialism, in all forms. That was another thing that was drilled into him from a young age. He saw those governments in Chile, Guatemala, elect socialist leaders, and he felt he couldn't stand by. He tried to get the CIA to overthrow them, but I stopped him. I didn't agree with that. I'm not a socialist, but what he was trying to do wasn't right. Silvers: You stopped those events from happening? SCP-4200-A: Yes… what are you trying to say? Silvers: Erik, the CIA backed coups in the countries you mentioned did occur. SCP-4200-A: That can't… You shouldn't have taken me out of there. Things that I prevented are now real. Silvers: Evidently so. SCP-4200-A: Look. Bernard isn't a bad man, he's just… Misguided. As I've said before, the transition in the space didn't make us lose who we were. It could have been anyone. You know how many different people they chose from to arm that bomb? Silvers: I'm afraid I don't. SCP-4200-A: It was around 150 people. 150 different people each with their own opinions, political views, that sort of thing. But it was us… Silvers: And how did they choose you three? SCP-4200-A: They didn't choose us. It was a random process. Completely random. None of us were really too important to the project. SCP-4200-A chuckles. SCP-4200-A: I guess we're important now. Silvers: What can you tell us about Timothy Noble, now? SCP-4200-A: Can we continue this another time? I just need to rest. Silvers: Very well. <End Log> Closing Statement: SCP-4200-A retreats to his cell. Interview scheduled for two days time. Interviewed: SCP-4200-A Interviewer: Head Researcher Silvers Foreword: After cutting the last interview short, SCP-4200-A seemed eager for the beginning of the following interview. <Begin Log> Silvers: Well then, should we start where we left off? SCP-4200-A: That seems like the best course of action. Silvers: Tell me about Timothy Noble. SCP-4200-A: Out of all of us, he was definitely the quietest. Unlike with Bernard, I didn't really know much about what he believed in, his political views. He grew up in a normal house, with normal American parents. Silvers: And did this translate over when he was inside SCP-4200-1? SCP-4200-A: In a way. He was slower to start, influenced smaller things in the beginning. But he did begin to expand his influence. At least, until Vietnam. Silvers: Vietnam? SCP-4200-A: Bernard was doing what he thought was right. But this time, it was Tim that decided to stand up. But it changed him. You could feel the guilt and strife in him. Silvers: So Noble caused the struggles of the USA in Vietnam? SCP-4200-A: He did, and he won. But as I said, it changed him. He became much more reserved. Sometimes you could feel he regretted opposing Bernard. His fellow countrymen, dead because of him. Silvers: Did he ever do anything on that scale again? SCP-4200-A: Never. After that he just kept to himself. Mainly helped science along its way little by little, research for diseases, physics, and that sort of thing. But every memorial that was placed up, it broke him more. Especially that one in DC, by that young girl. Her name escapes me. Silvers: Maya Lin, I believe. SCP-4200-A: That's the one. That deep scar across the ground. He felt that was his scar. Silvers: Do you feel guilty about what you did, Erik? SCP-4200-A: Of course. But I'd feel more guilt if I did nothing. I don't know how many lives I ended, but I like to think that more had been ended if I had just stood by. At least, I hope so. It's interesting to think about, isn't it? Silvers: What is? SCP-4200-A: What the world might have been like if nothing ever happened, if the bomb didn't malfunction, or if we got to a safe distance before it did. Would more lives be ended, or would they be saved? Silvers: I suppose that is curious to think about. SCP-4200-A: The pure amount of events that had to coincide for everything to happen the way it did. But is that what history is? Chance? Silvers: You could look at it that way. Do you think that Noble and Kamen can continue their influences indefinitely? SCP-4200-A: I don't know. I'd say so. We obviously don't age in there. That space, it seems eternal anyway. Bernard and Tim are part of history now, like I used to be. You shouldn't have taken me out. Silvers: Because Kamen will now have less opposition? SCP-4200-A: Partly. History shouldn't be touched. It's happened, and there's nothing that can be done. But in removing me, you touched history. It doesn't sit well with me, even if I am grateful to now live as a normal person. I can't help feeling… a creeping sense of dread. Silvers: I see. That will be all for today. Do you have anything else to ask. SCP-4200-A: (Considers). No. Thank you, doctor. <End Log> Closing Statement: SCP-4200-A's demeanour since this interview has been noted as stable, albeit slightly anxious. Addendum.2: On 12/08/2020, SCP-4200-A was found in a heavily panicked, unresponsive state, seemingly cowering underneath the bed in his containment cell. The following message was found inexplicably inscribed on the cover of a book they were reading. Investigations are ongoing. Erik, I don't know what that place is where they are keeping you. But it is cloudy. I'm not sure what those people have done there, but it keeps you tucked away. Your mind, too. You've sealed it off from me, and that I have to commend you for. The most I can do is leave this message. The world that you have returned to inhabit is a mess of corruption, suffering and death. I tried to implement what I willed to put it on the right path, so many times. But you and Timothy took it upon yourselves to try and stop this. You stopped so much progress. However, this will no longer continue. Timothy has agreed. He has seen that what I'm trying to do is the best course of action. I hope you can as well. You're not a bad person, you're just misguided. This message is an offering. If you let me in, I can guide you back. The three of us combined, all working on the same goal. It's been proven before that it can be glorious. We've made history so many times. But history is always ongoing. For people tomorrow, today is history. I'm giving you an opportunity to be part of something which will change it eternally. History is ours, forever and always. Your friend, Bernard.
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SCP-4201
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Item #: SCP-4201 Special Containment Procedures: The town of Agloe, New York, and the surrounding 15km must be completely evacuated of all life and kept empty except for Foundation research bases. Any Foundation bases set up within a 15km radius of SCP-4201 must be built to withstand a nuclear detonation of at least 20kt. Contact with PoI-4201-A or PoI-4201-B is not allowed under any circumstances unless necessary to the survival of humanity. Any unauthorized persons attempting to enter within 15km of SCP-4201 must be detained and amnesticised. Any new weapon or tactic detected in SCP-4201 is to be logged and studied. Replication of and use of SCP-4201's weaponry is under consideration by the O5 council. Should SCP-4201 escalate to a level beyond Foundation control, all Foundation bases within a 20km radius of SCP-4201 are to be evacuated and action 47-Gamma-19H is to be enacted. Any potential Foundation allies such as the GOC or UIU are to be contacted and a temporary alliance is to be requested with the goal of neutralizing SCP-4201. Description: SCP-4201 is the designation given to the conflict between 2 pizza parlors based in the municipality of Agloe, New York. Through unknown means, SCP-4201 has escalated to extreme scale. SCP-4201 is fought with armies of anomalous composition that follow a pizza theme. SCP-4201 is fought by 2 pizzerias: Mario's Pizza de Delizioso and Agloe Hot Slice, the military forces of which are designated SCP-4201-1 and SCP-4201-2 respectively. Both restaurants utilize different weaponry and tactics that appear to be based on the theme of the actual restaurants. SCP-4201-1's military force is primarily composed of homunculi made of pizza ingredients such as dough, cheese, and toppings, which comprise the main infantry and cavalry of SCP-4201-1. The combat doctrine of SCP-4201-1 is similar to the military from the Napoleonic war era, with foot soldiers armed with bayoneted rifles supported by cavalry and artillery. SCP-4201-1 is led by Mario Bianchi, the proprietor of Mario's Pizza de Delizioso1. PoI-4201-A has animated the forces of SCP-4201-1 using unknown anomalous means. Military efforts of SCP-4201-1 are typically led by PoI-4201-A, who rides into battle on an equine construct and uses anomalous pizza-based abilities to support forces in combat. SCP-4201-2 uses much more modern techniques of battle such as planes and more advanced firearms. SCP-4201-2's army and artillery are mainly comprised of drones and robots, all of which are themed around tools and appliances found in a pizzeria, such as pizza cutters and ovens. The owner of SCP-4201-2, Kevin Kelderburt,2 also acts as a general for his respective side. PoI-4201-B fights using a large mechanical suit of armor modeled after his own appearance and has several pizza-themed weapons affixed to it. It is currently unknown how SCP-4201 was started or how SCP-4201-1 and SCP-4201-2 were able to obtain the resources necessary for a conflict of this scale. For further information on this topic, please see document-4201-17-A. Addendum-1: Document-4201-17-A. The following is documentation recovered from SCP-4201 pertaining to its creation and existence. + Document-4201-17-A - Codename: The Agloe Tragedy Document Recovered Date Printed on document Content Agloe Herald 8/23/1997 Grand Opening of Agloe Hot Slice! Today is the grand opening of the hip new pizzeria known as Agloe Hot Slice! Reactions to the opening of Hot Slice are mixed. The homegrown Mario's Pizza de Delizioso has been operating in Agloe for over 35 years and has ingrained itself within the culture of our town. While some are upset, believing Hot Slice will put Mario's out of business and ruin the beloved eatery, most are glad that the opening of Hot Slice will break the monopoly Mario's has had over the pizza market in Agloe. The new owner and operator of Agloe Hot Slice, Kevin Kelderburt, had this to say over the idea of ruining Mario's business: "I've lived in Agloe my whole life, and Mario's has been my go-to place to get some food with friends since middle school. I have a great respect for Mr. Bianchi (The owner of Mario's) and I'm not planning to try and destroy his business. But a little competition in the food business is good for the quality of both competitors, so I hope the opening of Hot Slice will help make Agloe pizza market all the better!" Agloe Herald 9/13/1997 Exclusive interview with Mario Bianchi, owner of Mario's Pizza de Delizioso! After the opening of Agloe Hot Slice, the pizza business in Agloe has been absolutely booming! Both the new Hot Slice and old favorite to many Mario's Pizza de Delizioso have been doing great for the past 2 weeks! Following our interview with Kevin Kelderburt, the owner of Agloe Hot Slice, on the 23rd, Mario Bianchi has asked to get an interview with The Agloe Herald. Mario's Pizza de Delizioso has been in operation in Agloe for over 35 years and has consistently been able to put all rival pizzerias out of business through the sheer quality of the pizza made, even being able to topple the Goliath of the industry Pizza Hut! When asked on his opinion of Agloe Hot Slice, Bianchi has this to say: "I've been running Mario's for over 3 decades at this point. I've tried Hot Slice's stuff and I must say, it's the best pizza I've ever tasted from a competitor. But its got nothing on a good ol' Mario's classic slice! I welcome Kelderburt to try and compete with everyone in Agloe's favorite pizza, but he's going to have to step up his game to the big leagues if he wants any piece of the pizza pie!" Agloe Herald 9/17/1997 Agloe's pizza market is heating up fast! Ever since 8/23, a war has been going on. Not one fought with guns and bombs, but one fought with pizza and advertising. As almost everyone in Agloe should know, a new pizzeria known as Agloe Hot Slice has recently opened up to widespread critical acclaim. Agloe has had a very interesting history when it comes to pizza places. For most of us, when we think "pizza", we think Mario's. Mario's Pizza de Delizioso has been operating in Agloe for over 35 years and continues to be a favorite for many to this day. Mario's has proven time and time again to be the top dog when it comes to Agloe pizza. Since its opening, Mario's has successfully put 5 other pizzerias in Agloe out of business. Back in 1989, Mario's was even able to snuff out the McDonald's level behemoth that is Pizza Hut. However, Agloe Hot Slice seems to be a different beast. Since the announcement of Hot Slice back in July, you couldn't go anywhere without seeing an advertisement for Hot Slice. This aggressive marketing has done wonders for Hot Slice's business. In the first week alone, Agloe Hot Slice had over 7,000 customers! When you consider Agloe only has a rinky-dink population of 10,000, Hot Slice's numbers are staggering! It's like everyone in Agloe is hypnotized by Hot Slice! (Below this article was an advertisement for SCP-4201-2, reading " 'It isn't possible for a pizza to be perfect' - Someone who's never tried Agloe Hot Slice.") Agloe Herald 10/3/1997 Freak thunderstorm rocks Agloe! As everyone should know, Agloe isn't prone to much extreme weather at all, but we still get out fair share. And last night's massive thunderstorm is enough of a share for an entire year! Starting at 6 PM, the mild drizzle that had been sporadically coming down suddenly roared into a shower of biblical proportions! Lasting until the late hours of the night, the rain came down with so much force that several homeowners reported holes being torn in their roofs! And if the rain doesn't scare you, the lightning has you covered! Local meteorologist Christina Mackarline reported over 700 lightning strikes in the surrounding 5-mile area. The two most notable places being affected by the storm were our two local pizzerias, Mario's Pizza de Delizioso, and Agloe Hot Slice. Hot Slice took a major beating during the storm, with a record 50 lighting bolts striking the newly-made establishment. Luckily for Kevin Kelderburt, the owner of Agloe Hot Slice, he was prepared for weather on such a freak scale, reportedly having installed over 20 lightning rods onto his establishment. Comparatively, Mario Bianchi, the owner of Pizza de Delizioso, probably didn't even know a storm was going on. Mario's and the surrounding area were left nearly unscathed by the storm. No lightning struck in the area and barely any rain was reported. It's as if Zeus himself has a stake in the warring feud between Mario's Pizza and Hot Slice. Agloe Herald 10/14/1997 Locals report strange happenings at Mario's Pizza de Delizioso! Last night, two local teenagers reported seeing strange, human-like creatures to local police. The story given to us goes as following: Local teenagers Jeffery Aristeel and Justin Copper, both 16 years old, were walking around town from a friend's apartment at around 11:23 PM. When the pair passed by local pizzeria Mario's Pizza de Delizioso, they noticed something strange about the eatery. The Agloe Herald was able to contact Justin Copper about what was seen. "So, Jeff and I were walking down the road to our houses, and we pass by Mario's, and notice the lights are on. Everyone knows Mario's closes at 9 PM sharp, so seeing the lights on near midnight was strange. We decided to check out what's going on and try the front door. It's unlocked. So we walk into the place, and we see Mr. Bianchi. He's at one of the booths with the comfy chairs with a bunch of pizza slices, and he's lighting a bunch of candles and chanting some creepy gibberish s###. He grinds up some red chalk or something and blows it all over the pizza slices, and I swear to f###### God, the f###### pizza thing came to life! It sat up, looked around, and saw Jeff and I. Then it, like, caused a mouth to form where the head slice was and starting doing this creepy-a## screech at us! Mr. Bianchi noticed us and started screaming at us to leave and ran after us. We f###### booked it out the door and ran like hell home!" Local police are doubting the validity of the story, as most should be doing. Local police chief Craig Hanson has this to say: "It's clearly just a bunch of hooligans using some of those horrible drugs and tripping out! My squad and I will be conducting a search on these miscreants later in the week!" Agloe Herald 10/16/1997 Ads for Agloe Hot Slice plastered all over Agloe! Following the disturbing reports about Mario's Pizza de Delizioso, it seems Agloe Hot Slice wanted to up the ante on weirdness. Overnight, almost every square foot of space in Agloe has been covered by advertisements for Agloe Hot Slice. It's currently unknown how Kevin Kelderburt was able to place so many ads in the span of only one night, but he somehow did. In related news, over 70% of Agloe's population has visited Agloe Hot Slice since the appearance of the Hot Slice advertisements, with many people reportedly never coming back out. Unfortunately, Agloe Herald staff have not been able to go in and come back out yet, so specifics about Hot Slice itself have not been gained yet. The Agloe Herald will keep you informed on any developments of this crisis! Agloe Herald N/A (The entire page is filled with the phrase "ALL HAIL KEVIN". The writing on the recovered document is mostly obscured by advertisements for SCP-4201-2, reading things such as: "AGLOE HOT SLICE LOVES YOU. JOIN US", "EAT. EAT. EAT. EAT. EAT. EAT.", "COME BE WITH US. COME BE WITH US. WE LOVE YOU.", and [COGNITOHAZARD EXPUNGED].) Addendum-2: On March 23, 2017, Foundation radios picked up what appeared to be a conversation between PoI-4201-A and PoI-4201-B. The following is a transcription of the conversation. <Begin Log> PoI-4201-B: [Unintelligible] -ghting this pointless war for nearly twenty years now and you still refuse to surrender? What's the point of even continuing? PoI-4201-A: Do you even understand what you're saying? I'm Mario Bianchi, everyone loves my pizza! I can't let you win and take all my custo- PoI-4201-B: All of your customers are dead! Everyone is fucking dead! We're fighting for NOTHING. PoI-4201-A: Oh, you would say that! I know you hypnotized all my customers into eating at your terrible restaurant! I'm not stupid enough to fall for that! PoI-4201-B: YOU'RE calling ME out for shady business practices? You've murdered every single one of your competitors with your black magic bullshit! PoI-4201-A: I need to stay on top so everyone can enjoy a nice Mario's sl- PoI-4201-B: EVERYONE IS DEAD, YOU SENILE IDIOT! WE'VE ANNIHILATED THE SURROUNDING TEN MILES OF LAND, AND YOU'RE STILL OBSESSING OVER YOUR PIZZA PLACE? YOU ABSOLUTE SCUMBAG! PoI-4201-A: You think you're so entitled to the moral high ground? You brainwashed every single person in Agloe to eat at your restaurant and make your metal abominations! You hypnotized my WIFE! There's no way in hell I'm letting you live! PoI-4201-B: I'M GOING TO FUCKING SHOVE MY ARM SO FAR UP YOUR RECTUM THAT YOU'LL LEGALLY BECOME A SOCK PUPPET! PoI-4201-A: You know a lot about creating puppets, huh? I'm sure your own parents are busy making some new kind of robot dinosaur or something. PoI-4201-B: I- you- that- SHUT UP! PoI-4201-A: Oh, big boy Kevin can dish out all his threats and crap, but he gets all angry when he takes it? You sniveling coward, trying to steal MY town? 'Oh, Mr. Bianchi is such an inspiration to me! Ehh, I want to work with him!' You've never stepped foot in my pizzeria. You don't care about the people, the pride, the art of making cuisine! You're a corporate shill, trying to take out the local's favorite so you can be on top, and get rid of all the pizza in the world? PoI-4201-B: YOU DON'T KNOW ANYTHING YOU DIRTY GUIDO! PoI-4201-A: What did you just call me? I'LL CHOKE YOU TO DEATH WITH YOUR OWN URETHRA, YOU DISGUSTING HUSK OF A MAN! PoI-4201-B: I DARE YA TO DO IT, GRAMPS! YOU AIN'T BALLSY ENOUGH TO DO ANYTHING! Both PoI-4201-A and PoI-4201-B continue to scream at one another for approximately five hours. <End Log> Closing Statement: Following this interaction, both SCP-4201-1 and SCP-4201-2 have used far more aggressive and destructive tactics in battle. This change in behavior has not affected the stalemate between SCP-4201-1 and SCP-4201-2. Footnotes 1. Designated PoI-4201-A 2. Designated PoI-4201-B ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4201" by Crocket_Lawnchair, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4201. 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-4202
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Item #: SCP-4202 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4202 is to be placed within a containment chamber separated from all other rooms and corridors by a distance of no less than eight meters. Testing is to be conducted within SCP-4202's containment chamber as much as practical. If for any reason SCP-4202 must be moved, a route must first be filed with and approved by Site Administration. SCP-4202 is to be transported by a single level-two containment specialist, with all personnel removed from the approved route before SCP-4202 is moved. This should preferably be done after regular working hours, so as to minimize both the risk of exposure and disruption to Site operations. Personnel within an eight-meter radius of SCP-4202, regardless of any intervening obstacles, are to refrain from clapping or producing any sound or action that could be reasonably interpreted as clapping. Description: SCP-4202 is a dark blue torus approximately fifteen centimeters in diameter and six centimeters in height, composed of an unknown mineral. Both the top and bottom of the torus's aperture are covered by a pewter cap. Non-invasive imaging has revealed no inner mechanisms. When an individual claps twice in quick succession within a roughly six-meter radius of SCP-4202, they will immediately enter Stage 1 non-REM sleep, becoming an instance of SCP-4202-1. It should be noted that SCP-4202 has no apparent mechanism for detecting sound waves, and insulating it or the subject from sound will not impede its anomalous effects. Recordings of clapping, as well as a specially-created clapping machine, do not activate SCP-4202's anomalous effects. Physically coercing an individual to clap will result in the coercer becoming an SCP-4202-1 instance, so long as they are within a six-meter radius. Coercing D-class to clap utilizing remotely operated or pre-programmed devices yielded no results. SCP-4202-1 instances appear for all intents and purposes to merely be asleep, with the exception that they are unable to wake. To date, neither sensory, physical, pharmacological or transcranial1 stimulation has been capable of rousing instances of SCP-4202-1. Instances of SCP-4202-1 will sleep indefinitely, and will eventually expire if not provided with intravenous nutrition. Removing SCP-4202-1 instances from SCP-4202's area of effect will not revive them. Addendum: SCP-4202 was found to possess the following inscription on its bottom cap, alluding to its function: The Slumbering Prince's Sleepy Clapper Sleep-aid is the only 100 percent guaranteed way to get an uninterrupted night's sleep. Simply place the Clapper anywhere in your sleeping quarters, within twenty feet of your bed, and clap twice. You'll be out like a light. To wake up, just clap twice again. Pleasant Dreams. Experiments attempting to uncover if a second set of claps could awaken an instance of SCP-4202-1 have been unsuccessful. Various recordings of SCP-4202-1 clapping, as well as manual and robotic attempts to induce SCP-4202-1 to clap, have also failed to restore them to wakefulness. At present, there is no known method to wake an individual under the effects of SCP-4202. Footnotes 1. Including electrical, magnetic, and ultrasonic. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4202" by DrChandra, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4202. 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-4203
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Contributions A big thanks to Weryllium and DrAkimoto. Images Used in Article ritual All edits were made by myself. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} 2/4203 LEVEL 2/4203 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-4203 Euclid Two instances performing SCP-4203. Special Containment Procedures: Personnel from MTF Gamma-42 ("Critter Catchers") are to be stationed within major insect observatories to dissuade civilians from directly interacting with damselflies. Educational films mentioning damselflies are to include a segment during which the viewer is to be advised to not disturb damselflies during mating. Description: SCP-4203 is a mating ritual observed in the Pyrrhosoma nymphula subspecies of damselfly. The end product of this ritual is the creation of a Type-II localized wormhole to an extra-dimensional space. To initiate SCP-4203, the male instance performs a courtship dance by hovering in front of the female and displaying its wings and abdomen. The instances then mate by conjoining in a "heart" formation, often while flying in tandem. The female will then attempt to locate a protected area to continue mating (usually a small tree branch or rock). Once identifying a suitable location, the female will grasp onto a nearby object with its legs while the male impregnates it. Following successful impregnation, SCP-4203 will activate, creating a wormhole within the "heart" formation. If the formation is broken at this time, then the wormhole will destabilize before gradually dissipating. Within the extra-dimension generated by SCP-4203 is "Sweety's Emporium of Fine Delicacies, Treats, and the Exotic" (SCP-4203-1), an invertebrate-themed brothel and nightclub. Numerous entities are believed to reside within SCP-4203-1, with most being employees. Addendum 4203/1: Exploration Log Following its discovery, a preliminary exploration was initially approved by Site-31 staff. Due to the size of the entryway, a Foundation MicroDrone was selected to carry out the mission, despite its limited memory storage. BEGIN LOG The drone enters SCP-4203-1, appearing to emerge in a dimly-lit room. A secondary infrared camera is activated, revealing an entity (ENTITY-A) resembling an enlarged damselfly. It is seen consuming an apparently alcoholic beverage from a large jug. A large tarantula wolf spider (ENTITY-B) scampers into the room. The drone hovers near the ceiling to avoid unintentional contact with either entity. After a few moments, ENTITY-B approaches ENTITY-A. The two entities promptly engage in extensive physical contact with each other. ENTITY-B begins vocalizing moans and whines. A clear liquid is leaking from its abdomen. ENTITY-B raises its front four legs and presses ENTITY-A into a nearby wall. The feed pans slightly, revealing a pair of tibial hooks used by ENTITY-B to pin ENTITY-A's wings to the ceiling. More vocalizations are heard, followed by substantially increased physical interaction. After several minutes, ENTITY-B releases ENTITY-A's wings whilst still embracing. ENTITY-A curls the end segments of its abdomen towards ENTITY-B's posterior lung covers, exposing claw-like genitalia. It begins making a small incision across ENTITY-B's lower abdomen. More clear liquid is seen coagulating into a puddle on the ground. ENTITY-A inserts its genitals into the open wound of ENTITY-B. Further vocalizations are heard. The feed tilts upwards, showing ENTITY-B biting off sections of ENTITY-A's head. One of ENTITY-A's eyes is dislodged and consumed by ENTITY-B. The drone moves closer to the incision site to observe internal movements. An additional incision is made within ENTITY-B's book lungs, allowing access to the sperm receptacle. A four-pronged clasper attached to ENTITY-A's genitals grabs a congealed mass of sperm, drags it through ENTITY-B's lungs, and spills it onto the floor. ENTITY-B retracts its tibial hooks, releasing ENTITY-A from the wall. A chunky white liquid begins dribbling out of ENTITY-B's mouth, followed by it regurgitating two small, metal coins. ENTITY-A retrieves these coins using its clasper before ENTITY-B exits the room. END LOG Afterword: At this point, the MicroDrone indicated that it was unable to record and transcribe additional data and was successfully extracted. Following review by Site-31 staff, further exploratory missions into SCP-4203-1 were postponed due to ethical concerns.
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SCP-4204
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Containment Procedures: All instances of SCP-4204 are to remain in the safe deposit box located at Site-12 when not being utilized for testing. Removal of SCP-4204 from storage requires the authorization of the project's Research Head. Sites using SCP-4204 must meet the standards for lightning rod equipment outlined in Foundation Technical Document 4204-1.1 No personnel used in tests of SCP-4204 are permitted to leave Site-12 under any circumstance, effective April 2007. Description: SCP-4204 is a collection of 55 coins measuring 6 cm in diameter with a thickness of .75 cm. Chemical analysis of the coins has determined they are a lead-iron pyrite alloy with a thin coating of 24 karat gold leaf. Carbon dating has placed the creation of SCP-4204 at approximately 2000 B.C.E. Side A of SCP-4204 is embossed with a stylized image of a full moon and the words "Said the thief to the moon," while Side B bears the image of a Waning Crescent with the text "I'll extinguish your light soon." This text is always perceived in the viewer's native language. SCP-4204 Activation Procedures Close Procedures Procedure-4204: SCP-4204 is capable of being activated by any creature with the ability to speak and read. SCP-4204 must be gripped between the forefinger and the thumb of the right hand. The inscription must be then read aloud as the user places the edge of the coin on the palm of their left hand. The user must then roll the coin across their palm for at least one full rotation. SCP-4204 displays several anomalous properties when activated as described in Procedure-4204. The light reflected from the Moon will be completely obscured within a 25-kilometer radius of SCP-4204’s user. All incandescent and fluorescent lighting in a room entered or occupied by the user will shut off completely and are unable to be powered on until approximately 28 minutes after the user has exited the room. Natural lighting such as fire will be extinguished, while bioluminescent light sources will be reduced by a factor of 10. All security cameras within a 700-meter radius, including those equipped with infrared thermography or low light capabilities, will be unable to detect SCP-4204’s user. Electronics capable of emitting sound within 200 meters begin to play The Thief and the Moon by Shawn James2 at 25 decibels. Electronic and conventional safeguards such as locks will fail in a radius of 2 meters around the user. Simple mechanisms, like a boarded-up door, will be unaffected. SCP-4204’s effects will remain active until such time as the coin is removed from the user's person or the sun has risen in the user's location. SCP-4204 can only be activated at night and attempts to use it during the day have resulted in failure. Discovery: SCP-4204 was discovered when a person attempting to break into Fort Knox failed to exit the vault before sunrise. The aspiring bank robber, one Jesse Horton, aged 26, was discovered by the site's security officers, banging on the vault doors. After a review of the security footage, Horton was transferred to the FBI's Unusual Incidents Unit's custody. During Horton's transportation to the main UIU holding site, the armored vehicle was struck several times by lightning and overturned in a field. Several agents were incapacitated by the crash and Horton attempted to make a bid for freedom in the confusion. According to several conscious agents, Horton ran approximately 25 meters before being immolated by 12 consecutive bolts of lightning. At the location when he was reportedly struck, no body was found and a ring of charred grass surrounded a patch of freshly disturbed earth. Two years later in April 2000, SCP-4204 and its related files came into the Foundation ownership in exchange for information pertaining to an ongoing UIU investigation. A Foundation Recovery Task Force performed a sweep of Jesse Horton's family farm and discovered a small chest containing 55 additional instances of SCP-4204 buried .5 m under an ash tree surrounded by Aconitum variegatum. Agents reported seeing a large creature following them from a distance through the woods but were unequipped to engage or document it. + Addendum-01 - Close On the night of March 21, 2007, an instance of SCP-4204 was discovered to be missing from its safe deposit box. After a thorough search of the Site, only Dr. Theodore Leto was found to be missing from the campus. Over the next 4 nights, two banks within 20-kilometers of Dr. Leto's home were robbed with no witnesses and no security footage. MTF Upsilon-11, "Avalon's Wake," was dispatched to the home to contain the anomaly. However, only Dr. Leto's wife, daughter and a caretaker were discovered at the location. Mrs. Leto and the caretaker were brought in for questioning; the daughter was unable to be moved due to complications from her Stage 3 leukemia. Mrs. Leto was able to point the investigation to a remote cabin that her husband used for fishing and hiking. MTF members arriving on the scene noted that the roof of the cabin was completely covered by lightning rods. A search of the premises revealed a small quantity of blood matching that of Dr. Leto, and a note written by a crude tool or carving instrument on the wall of the cabin, which is available below. Such a crime committed for love is still heresy against nature. Who are you to pluck the moon from the sky? But it is because of your love that your punishment falls lightly on your shoulders. Consider it mercy. SL Footprints determined to be left by a bipedal lupine entity were found around the cabin. The entity appears to have circled the structure three times before entering it and reemerging with Dr. Leto. The MTF traced the tracks to a small cave 200m north of the cabin where they abruptly disappeared. Dr. Leto has been declared Missing in Action and the stolen SCP-4204 instance was not recovered. Footnotes 1. Available on request from the Site-12 Records Department. 2. The first instance of SCP-4204 was documented in 1998, 13 years prior to the release of this song. Shawn James has no knowledge of the song's inspiration, nor the origins of SCP-4204. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4204" by Dyslexion, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4204. 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-4205: In The Eyes of the Beholder 🖳 Author: Woedenaz MANY THANKS TO: Modulum, Tufto, Rounderhouse, Maxisonfire, magna2s , Leveritas All images/videos created by Woedenaz ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4205" by Woedenaz, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4205. 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: All of the files present on this page Author: Woedenaz License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki
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close Info X ⚠️ Content warning: This work of fiction involves scenes which depict or allude to topics which may be particularly distressing for some readers. Animal Abuse ⚠️ content warning NOTICE The following anomaly is partially Neutralized. Information no longer pertinent to its active status has been rendered in green. SCP-4206 Item #: SCP-4206 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4206 is stored in a low-priority anomalous objects locker. The 56 instances of SCP-4206-1 are contained in Site-19's Intensive Animal Care Unit. SCP-4206-1 instances are to be fed puréed dry dog food and walked on the underwater treadmill for 20 minutes daily. All requests for donor organs are to be forwarded to SCP-4206-1's surgical team on a daily basis. Description: SCP-4206 is an embalmer's mask sculpted in the likeness of the Ancient Egyptian deity, Anubis. The mask is composed of cartonnage1 and notably lacks eyeholes. When a cadaver is brought within 10 meters of SCP-4206, the anomaly will autonomously move via telekinetic force towards it and affix itself onto the subject's head. Upon successfully attaching itself, SCP-4206 will tilt upwards and expel the cadaver's remaining internal organs through its nostrils. This process typically lasts between 20-35 minutes. Cadavers affected by SCP-4206 will rapidly dehydrate and become mummified. If multiple cadavers are present within 10 meters of SCP-4206, the anomaly will repeat this process until all cadavers in its range have been mummified. The organs expelled during this process will rapidly transform into SCP-4206-1. SCP-4206-1 are genetically identical to African golden wolves (Canis anthus), though lacking natural internal organs. Instead, the interior organs of SCP-4206-1 instances are composed exclusively of a singular human organ corresponding to the one it was created from. Despite this, SCP-4206-1 instances require regular feeding and produce waste. The organs collected from SCP-4206-1 instances match the blood type of the human body they were ejected from. When an organ is removed from the body, it will regrow within two to three weeks. This has facilitated organ transplants necessary for injured or ill Foundation personnel. There is one instance of SCP-4206-1 per blood type for the heart, lungs, kidneys, liver, pancreas, intestines, and stomach. All instances created from the brain are to be humanely euthanized. TODAY'S SCHEDULED SURGERIES Organ Quantity Instance Name Notes Kidney 32 -14 "Champ" Health Conditions: Canine Cognitive Dysfunction Syndrome, Muscular Atrophy, Blindness, Deafness Heart 23 -50 "Queenie" Health Conditions: Muscular Atrophy, Blindness, Deafness Stomach 13 -32 "Beans" Health Conditions: Canine Cognitive Dysfunction Syndrome, Muscular Atrophy, Blindness, Deafness, Arthritis, Neurodermatitis + MINUTES FROM ETHICS COMMITTEE HEARING REGARDING SCP-4206 - HIDE MINUTES Date: September 21st, 2120 Officiator: Ethics Committee Liaison Atlas Keystone Case Request By: Doctor Ariane Aloices <BEGIN LOG> Keystone: The Ethics Committee will now hear the case of Doctor Aloices regarding SCP-4206 and SCP-4206-1. Case number is EC-1298-ZR. Doctor Aloices, please take the podium. [Multiple members of the council speak amongst themselves.] Keystone: Silence, please. Allow Doctor Aloices to present her case. Aloices: Good afternoon, Mr. Keystone, and members of the Ethics Committee. You already know why I am here, so I will cut to the chase. This is just unsustainable. By the year 2200, they aren't going to be able to grow organs back at any rate that comes even close to keeping up with what the demand will be. Last time I was here you told me that the current 10-year plan involved researching body augments. Here we are. I still don't see augments everywhere. What's the new plan? Keystone: Transhumanism is the only long-term solution in this scenario. If there is no further need for organs, there is no further need to keep subjecting the objects to repeat invasive surgery. Anderson Robotics have made astounding advancements in their Buteo Suits, and until we can fully replicate and mass produce that technology, things will have to continue as they are. Keystone: Ugh, you all have your eyes set so far in the future you don't see what's happening in the present. I know we can't euthanize them but we can at least make their miserable lives slightly less miserable by not cutting into them every five minutes. Keystone: They provide the Foundation a valuable resource, one that will help the individuals on the full-body augment suit program healthy until- Aloices: They can't keep up with this! Their scars aren't even healed by the time we have to cut them open again, and we can't even put them under! Keystone: I understand your outrage, Doctor. It is not easy to see a patient in pain, much less one as endearing as a canine. I know anesthesia doesn't work, but local anesthetics do their job well, correct? Aloices: But they're still awake. They start kicking and screaming the moment they smell their own blood. Do you know the torment this is putting them through? Do you know the torment this is putting my staff through? Keystone: Psychiatric personnel are readily available in the Site's medical wing. From what I understand, you and your team have frequently used their facilities. I wish we had the means to supply the objects with similar care, but… We simply do not have them. Aloices: And I keep coming back here. Shouldn't that tell you something is ethically wrong here? Shouldn't you be doing your god damned jobs? Keystone: Doctor Aloices, rest assured that the Ethics Committee is doing its job. We are ensuring that the short term needs of the Foundation and its personnel are met with as little negative impact to said personnel while at the same time not compromising our longterm goals. We have analyzed every possible solution to this problem. Aloices: And sti— Keystone: I am not finished speaking. We have analyzed every possible solution to this problem ever since you first laid this before us and deem the current circumstances the most ethical. It is not pretty, it is not pleasant, but it is this the unfortunate truth. Aloices: If this is the most ethical, what the hell are your other options? Keystone: Well, Doctor Aloices, let's examine your very own suggestion. [Aloices scoffs.] Keystone: Let's see here. If I am understanding your proposal, you are suggesting we clone the specific body parts necessary on an as-needed basis. Is this correct? Aloices: What's the point? You're just going to brush me off without an answer. Keystone: No, no. I figured you would be bringing this same point up again today. I keep track of these things, you know. This is the third time you've brought this exact same proposal. I know this because there is a misspelling in the second paragraph on the first page. Anyways, as for your answer. Though the Foundation currently possesses the means by which to clone living organisms, creating organs from nothing is an unreliable practice. Aloices: But it can be done. Keystone: It would require extraneous human testing and a living host to properly create. Plus, do you know how long it would take to grow a fully functioning adult human organ in a controlled environment? Aloices: Elucidate me. Keystone: Years, Doctor. We may have all the time in the world, but putting two people through suffering for the better part of a decade just to spare your wolves and surgical staff a few hours of pain is not ethical. Aloices: But the technology to make it faster and easier can be achieved if you would just focus funding into researching it! Keystone: That is a possibility, yes. Aloices: Is it not worth pursuing then? Keystone: What we would be pursuing is the possibility of it being achievable. There is no guarantee. We know SCP-4206-1 work. That is why we have decided to continue their use despite the unfortunate implications. Aloices: That's hardly ethical. [15 seconds of silence.] Keystone: I hate to be curt with you, but you were not hired to worry about what is and what is not ethical. You were hired to oversee the organ harvesting process of SCP-4206-1, a duty I suggest you busy yourself with. Furthermore, I would suggest you no longer attempt to file further cases regarding this same topic, as it is eating away at the Committee's time. I don't want to threaten disciplinary action, but I'm afraid I have few means left of discouraging you. I am sorry we cannot help you further at this time. Aloices: You know, I remember when one would have to sign a document and get it approved by a medical doctor and an ethics committee liaison before an organ harvest request could be scheduled. What makes it okay to disregard prior procedure? Keystone: You and I both know this isn't the same world anymore. Things change, and things will continue to change. Aloices: Unbelievable. Keystone: Oh, one more thing. Happy 153rd birthday, Doctor Aloices. [Aloices leaves the podium.] <END LOG> Footnotes 1. A type of material made up of layers of linen or papyrus covered with plaster. More From This Author More From This Author Uncle Nicolini's Works SCPs SCP-ES-227 • SCP-7573 • SCP-6938 • SCP-7112 • SCP-3085 • SCP-3867 • SCP-057-INT • SCP-7727 • SCP-ES-115 • SCP-7833 • SCP-6911 • SCP-ES-113 • SCP-3879 • SCP-ES-076 • SCP-4726 • Tales/GoI Formats S&C Paper • Wilson's Wildlife Solutions Orientation • Reality TV, Designer Pets, and Fine Dining • SPC-7000 • The Remains Of The Day • Gentle Wings Flutter Quietly In The Dark • Sebastian • A Song Without Words • Adoption Poster: Darius! • Critter Profile: Sandra And George! • ASSET 'FLORIDA ORANGE' • UN's Proposal... Maybe. • An Epitaph For SCP-173 • Frenzied Overture • Gluttony Is Impossible • Other Sciptember 2022 Art Highlights • Ode To The Unknown Author • uncle nicolini author page • ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4206" by Jade Skylar and Uncle Nicolini, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4206. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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close Info X ⚠️ Content warning: This work of fiction involves scenes which depict or allude to topics which may be particularly distressing for some readers. Animal Abuse ⚠️ content warning NOTICE The following anomaly is partially Neutralized. Information no longer pertinent to its active status has been rendered in green. SCP-4206 Item #: SCP-4206 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4206 is stored in a low-priority anomalous objects locker. The 56 instances of SCP-4206-1 are contained in Site-19's Intensive Animal Care Unit. SCP-4206-1 instances are to be fed puréed dry dog food and walked on the underwater treadmill for 20 minutes daily. All requests for donor organs are to be forwarded to SCP-4206-1's surgical team on a daily basis. Description: SCP-4206 is an embalmer's mask sculpted in the likeness of the Ancient Egyptian deity, Anubis. The mask is composed of cartonnage1 and notably lacks eyeholes. When a cadaver is brought within 10 meters of SCP-4206, the anomaly will autonomously move via telekinetic force towards it and affix itself onto the subject's head. Upon successfully attaching itself, SCP-4206 will tilt upwards and expel the cadaver's remaining internal organs through its nostrils. This process typically lasts between 20-35 minutes. Cadavers affected by SCP-4206 will rapidly dehydrate and become mummified. If multiple cadavers are present within 10 meters of SCP-4206, the anomaly will repeat this process until all cadavers in its range have been mummified. The organs expelled during this process will rapidly transform into SCP-4206-1. SCP-4206-1 are genetically identical to African golden wolves (Canis anthus), though lacking natural internal organs. Instead, the interior organs of SCP-4206-1 instances are composed exclusively of a singular human organ corresponding to the one it was created from. Despite this, SCP-4206-1 instances require regular feeding and produce waste. The organs collected from SCP-4206-1 instances match the blood type of the human body they were ejected from. When an organ is removed from the body, it will regrow within two to three weeks. This has facilitated organ transplants necessary for injured or ill Foundation personnel. There is one instance of SCP-4206-1 per blood type for the heart, lungs, kidneys, liver, pancreas, intestines, and stomach. All instances created from the brain are to be humanely euthanized. TODAY'S SCHEDULED SURGERIES Organ Quantity Instance Name Notes Kidney 32 -14 "Champ" Health Conditions: Canine Cognitive Dysfunction Syndrome, Muscular Atrophy, Blindness, Deafness Heart 23 -50 "Queenie" Health Conditions: Muscular Atrophy, Blindness, Deafness Stomach 13 -32 "Beans" Health Conditions: Canine Cognitive Dysfunction Syndrome, Muscular Atrophy, Blindness, Deafness, Arthritis, Neurodermatitis + MINUTES FROM ETHICS COMMITTEE HEARING REGARDING SCP-4206 - HIDE MINUTES Date: September 21st, 2120 Officiator: Ethics Committee Liaison Atlas Keystone Case Request By: Doctor Ariane Aloices <BEGIN LOG> Keystone: The Ethics Committee will now hear the case of Doctor Aloices regarding SCP-4206 and SCP-4206-1. Case number is EC-1298-ZR. Doctor Aloices, please take the podium. [Multiple members of the council speak amongst themselves.] Keystone: Silence, please. Allow Doctor Aloices to present her case. Aloices: Good afternoon, Mr. Keystone, and members of the Ethics Committee. You already know why I am here, so I will cut to the chase. This is just unsustainable. By the year 2200, they aren't going to be able to grow organs back at any rate that comes even close to keeping up with what the demand will be. Last time I was here you told me that the current 10-year plan involved researching body augments. Here we are. I still don't see augments everywhere. What's the new plan? Keystone: Transhumanism is the only long-term solution in this scenario. If there is no further need for organs, there is no further need to keep subjecting the objects to repeat invasive surgery. Anderson Robotics have made astounding advancements in their Buteo Suits, and until we can fully replicate and mass produce that technology, things will have to continue as they are. Keystone: Ugh, you all have your eyes set so far in the future you don't see what's happening in the present. I know we can't euthanize them but we can at least make their miserable lives slightly less miserable by not cutting into them every five minutes. Keystone: They provide the Foundation a valuable resource, one that will help the individuals on the full-body augment suit program healthy until- Aloices: They can't keep up with this! Their scars aren't even healed by the time we have to cut them open again, and we can't even put them under! Keystone: I understand your outrage, Doctor. It is not easy to see a patient in pain, much less one as endearing as a canine. I know anesthesia doesn't work, but local anesthetics do their job well, correct? Aloices: But they're still awake. They start kicking and screaming the moment they smell their own blood. Do you know the torment this is putting them through? Do you know the torment this is putting my staff through? Keystone: Psychiatric personnel are readily available in the Site's medical wing. From what I understand, you and your team have frequently used their facilities. I wish we had the means to supply the objects with similar care, but… We simply do not have them. Aloices: And I keep coming back here. Shouldn't that tell you something is ethically wrong here? Shouldn't you be doing your god damned jobs? Keystone: Doctor Aloices, rest assured that the Ethics Committee is doing its job. We are ensuring that the short term needs of the Foundation and its personnel are met with as little negative impact to said personnel while at the same time not compromising our longterm goals. We have analyzed every possible solution to this problem. Aloices: And sti— Keystone: I am not finished speaking. We have analyzed every possible solution to this problem ever since you first laid this before us and deem the current circumstances the most ethical. It is not pretty, it is not pleasant, but it is this the unfortunate truth. Aloices: If this is the most ethical, what the hell are your other options? Keystone: Well, Doctor Aloices, let's examine your very own suggestion. [Aloices scoffs.] Keystone: Let's see here. If I am understanding your proposal, you are suggesting we clone the specific body parts necessary on an as-needed basis. Is this correct? Aloices: What's the point? You're just going to brush me off without an answer. Keystone: No, no. I figured you would be bringing this same point up again today. I keep track of these things, you know. This is the third time you've brought this exact same proposal. I know this because there is a misspelling in the second paragraph on the first page. Anyways, as for your answer. Though the Foundation currently possesses the means by which to clone living organisms, creating organs from nothing is an unreliable practice. Aloices: But it can be done. Keystone: It would require extraneous human testing and a living host to properly create. Plus, do you know how long it would take to grow a fully functioning adult human organ in a controlled environment? Aloices: Elucidate me. Keystone: Years, Doctor. We may have all the time in the world, but putting two people through suffering for the better part of a decade just to spare your wolves and surgical staff a few hours of pain is not ethical. Aloices: But the technology to make it faster and easier can be achieved if you would just focus funding into researching it! Keystone: That is a possibility, yes. Aloices: Is it not worth pursuing then? Keystone: What we would be pursuing is the possibility of it being achievable. There is no guarantee. We know SCP-4206-1 work. That is why we have decided to continue their use despite the unfortunate implications. Aloices: That's hardly ethical. [15 seconds of silence.] Keystone: I hate to be curt with you, but you were not hired to worry about what is and what is not ethical. You were hired to oversee the organ harvesting process of SCP-4206-1, a duty I suggest you busy yourself with. Furthermore, I would suggest you no longer attempt to file further cases regarding this same topic, as it is eating away at the Committee's time. I don't want to threaten disciplinary action, but I'm afraid I have few means left of discouraging you. I am sorry we cannot help you further at this time. Aloices: You know, I remember when one would have to sign a document and get it approved by a medical doctor and an ethics committee liaison before an organ harvest request could be scheduled. What makes it okay to disregard prior procedure? Keystone: You and I both know this isn't the same world anymore. Things change, and things will continue to change. Aloices: Unbelievable. Keystone: Oh, one more thing. Happy 153rd birthday, Doctor Aloices. [Aloices leaves the podium.] <END LOG> Footnotes 1. A type of material made up of layers of linen or papyrus covered with plaster. More From This Author More From This Author Uncle Nicolini's Works SCPs SCP-ES-227 • SCP-7573 • SCP-6938 • SCP-7112 • SCP-3085 • SCP-3867 • SCP-057-INT • SCP-7727 • SCP-ES-115 • SCP-7833 • SCP-6911 • SCP-ES-113 • SCP-3879 • SCP-ES-076 • SCP-4726 • Tales/GoI Formats S&C Paper • Wilson's Wildlife Solutions Orientation • Reality TV, Designer Pets, and Fine Dining • SPC-7000 • The Remains Of The Day • Gentle Wings Flutter Quietly In The Dark • Sebastian • A Song Without Words • Adoption Poster: Darius! • Critter Profile: Sandra And George! • ASSET 'FLORIDA ORANGE' • UN's Proposal... Maybe. • An Epitaph For SCP-173 • Frenzied Overture • Gluttony Is Impossible • Other Sciptember 2022 Art Highlights • Ode To The Unknown Author • uncle nicolini author page • ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4206" by Jade Skylar and Uncle Nicolini, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4206. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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1/4207 LEVEL 1/4207 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-4207 Safe SCP-4207-A. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4207-A and SCP-4207-B are to be contained in a standard containment locker equipped with at least one audio recording device. Removal of SCP-4207-A from SCP-4207-B is prohibited. Personnel should monitor SCP-4207-B for any changes in audio activity. At least one Level-2 personnel or higher is to converse with SCP-4207-C for a maximum of ten minutes daily. This should be done in an internally soundproof environment to prevent external influence and other auditory disturbance. Conversations are to be recorded in full with the designated audio recording device provided on-site. These conversations are to be submitted to the acting Senior Researcher on duty. Description: SCP-4207 is a TDK SA90 Type II audio cassette (SCP-4207-A) inserted in a Type EL 3302 cassette player (SCP-4207-B). Removing SCP-4207-A from SCP-4207-B and playing it in any other device does not eliminate its anomalous properties. Attempts to pause, rewind and overwrite SCP-4207-A through SCP-4207-B's piano keys have so far been ineffective. The tape inside SCP-4207-A is constantly moving at a speed of 7.2 cm/s (from left to right) despite the absence of any obvious power source, and maintains this movement even after removal from SCP-4207-B. Since initial containment, SCP-4207-A's continuous playback has been calculated to a length of at least 21,000 kilometers, or approximately 120,000 hours of playtime.1 Spectrogram of SCP-4207-C during 01/28/████. When in proximity of an individual's effective hearing range, SCP-4207-B commences the audio of an entity designated as SCP-4207-C. Removing SCP-4207-A from SCP-4207-B prohibits this anomalous effect. SCP-4207-C will then attempt to communicate with the individual verbally, usually through a distorted woman's voice. Surveillance shows that SCP-4207-B is mostly passive outside the proximity of any individual, playing unintelligible noises of various composition. However, there are certain occasions SCP-4207-C plays indistinct vocalizations within the background. Despite resembling English, auditory analysis from these vocalizations has been inconclusive due to the severely distorted quality of audio when recorded to another media. SCP-4207-A appears to record any conversation and auditory phenomena within its area of effect, even after withdrawal from SCP-4207-B. In most cases, after two or more interactions with the same individual, SCP-4207-C has been observed to replay recorded audio in order to justify its position in discussion, preserving a sense of continuity. These includes transcripts and/or excerpts from various conversations and other acoustic phenomena such as electronic noises, indistinct chatters, etc. The process by which SCP-4207-C is able to access these recordings through SCP-4207-A despite variations in time stamps and physical restrictions is currently unknown. Addendum 01: On 01/14/████, an estimated 95 false killer whales (Pseudorca crassidens) beached themselves on a remote mangrove beach in mainland Monroe County, Florida, in the western Everglades National Park. Site-███ initially anticipated the event due to an unidentified auditory anomaly triangulated throughout the region. Site-113 Director ████ ████████ was subsequently advised to immediately send personnel on the location. Upon arrival, Simoun Hayder and two other Foundation agents discovered a 17 year old female named Mia Burke at the scene, in possession of SCP-4207-B. Burke was in a state of panic and distress. Since the location was remote and the event too coincidental, Agent Hayder contacted Site-113 and reported the incident. After confirmation, Agent Hayder immediately detained Burke and confiscated the object. Foundation agents returned to the location after approximately twenty minutes and found that most of the whales had disappeared, with the exception of three expired specimens. Autopsy revealed that all of the specimens had auditory impairment which might have led to their beaching. The following interviews were conducted after the initial designation of SCP-4207: ▶ Open Interview Log 4207-01-A ◀ Close Interviewer: Senior Researcher Graeme Vinycomb Interviewee: SCP-4207-C Foreword: Interview conducted two hours after acquisition of SCP-4207-A and SCP-4207-B. NOTE: Italicized text are recordings. <Begin Log> SCP-4207-C: HELLO [pause] HELLO Graeme: Oh, greetings. SCP-4207-C: HOW ARE YOU Graeme: I'm okay. Do you mind answering a few questions from me? [Unresponsive for three seconds] SCP-4207-C: OKAY [pause] I GUESS Graeme: Do you know where you came from? SCP-4207-C: I'M FROM [inaudible] Graeme: Where is that? [Unresponsive for five seconds] SCP-4207-C: HERE Graeme: What do you mean you're from here? SCP-4207-C: I MEAN [pause] WHERE ELSE WOULD I COME FROM Graeme: Okay. Second question. Do you know what you are? [Unresponsive for six seconds] Graeme: Are you still there? [Seven seconds of white noise] SCP-4207-C: Whoa! This is unbelievable. How can you talk to me? Do you know what you are? [Four seconds of white noise] SCP-4207-C: SHE ASKED ME THE SAME [laughs] [Unresponsive for five seconds] Graeme: What was that? SCP-4207-C: WHAT [pause] WHAT Graeme: The thing you did. Is that a replay? SCP-4207-C: WHAT IS A Replay Graeme: Oh. Never mind then. So, do you know what you are? SCP-4207-C: I'M ME [pauses for five seconds] I GUESS Graeme: That doesn't make sense to me. Please elaborate. SCP-4207-C: HOW SO [pauses for three seconds] DO I DON'T LOOK LIKE ME Graeme: Oh, no. It's just you're different. SCP-4207-C: HOW CAN I BE DIFFERENT Graeme: You look like a tape. SCP-4207-C: WHAT'S A Tape [Unresponsive for six seconds] Graeme: Anyway, about the thing you did earlier. The replay thing. How did you do that? SCP-4207-C: OH [pause] BUT I DON'T KNOW WHAT'S A Replay Graeme: It's when you play something that already happened. SCP-4207-C: OH [pause] BUT I DON'T KNOW WHAT I DID [pauses for three seconds] I JUST REMEMBERED Mia Graeme: Interesting. This is enough for now. Thank you for your time. SCP-4207-C: OKAY <End Log> ▶ Open Interview Log 4207-01-B ◀ Close Interviewer: Senior Researcher Graeme Vinycomb Interviewee: Mia Burke Foreword: Subject was debriefed about her discovery of SCP-4207-A and course of relationship with SCP-4207-C. <Begin Log> Graeme: Hi, Mia. I'm going to ask a few questions. Please answer them as honest as possible. This is a serious matter. Mia: Okay. Go on. Graeme: How did you acquire the tape and the player? Mia: Oh, the player is mine. Graeme: Okay. So, where did you get the tape? [Unresponsive for five seconds] Mia: I found it on a beach. About a few miles near the place where I was found. Graeme: How, exactly? Mia: Beside a dead whale or something. I was intrigued, so I decided to take a closer look. That's when I saw the tape. Graeme: How did you first met the entity? Mia: I decided to take it home and try it. I mean, who wouldn't take a tape moving on its own? It didn't play anything at first though. Just static and noises. Then, after a few minutes, it spoke. She spoke to me. [Unresponsive for three seconds] Graeme: Interesting. Do you still remember your exact words when first heard her speak? Mia: My exact words? Well, "Whoa! Is this for real? Oh my god. This is unbelievable. How can you talk to me? Do you know what you are?" She laughed. It was creepy but after a while I laughed too. Graeme: You seem to be close to her. Mia: Yeah. She seems to like me a lot. Graeme: How did the tape speak at first? Mia: How can I explain this. Like it was recorded, I guess. Graeme: How so? Mia: It's like she's not speaking but obviously she is. It's hard to believe. Graeme: Why did you decided to take that tape from the beach? Did you hear her or something? Mia: I just got curious. Hey, is she gonna be okay? She never did anything bad. Graeme: Of course. But you need to tell me more about her. [Unresponsive for eight seconds] Mia: [sigh] She's sweet, mostly. She's been like a six year old sister to me for the past three months. She'll occasionally play these conversations from people. Sometimes, it's just clicking sounds or something. Other times, it's just rain and sound of the ocean. Every time I'm upset, she just makes me hear these sounds which I guess please her. Graeme: So she just plays these sounds? Mia: Yup. Sometimes it's weird though. She will play conversations of me talking with my Mom and my friends at school. Sometimes she even plays certain conversations that I don't remember I ever said. Like the one where I promised to keep her safe. Graeme: How did you know you didn't say that then? And how are you sure it wasn't you? Mia: Because it's my voice. I felt it. Graeme: Do you always bring her with you? Mia: No. She never gets out of my room. She'd creep out everyone else, obviously. The thing with the whales? That's the first time we ever went out together. Graeme: Why did both of you come there in the first place? Mia: She told me her big friends were coming. That she would introduce me. Graeme: Friends? Mia: Yeah. It's weird because, you know, she's a tape, and she doesn't even know what the word "friend" actually means. Graeme: Did you asked her about who these "friends" are? Mia: No, I didn't. Graeme: So, what happened after? Please continue. Mia: After we arrived, we waited for about fifteen minutes. Then, those big dolphins came and just kept stranding themselves. It was so scary. Graeme: Does anybody know about the tape? Mia: No. Just me. Graeme: Okay. I guess this is enough for now. Thank you for your time, Mia. [Unresponsive for six seconds] Graeme: We'll have to keep you here for the next few days for more interviews. Just tell the personnel what you need. [Subject nods] <End Log> ▶ Open Interview Log 4207-02-A ◀ Close Interviewer: Mia Burke Interviewee: SCP-4207-C Foreword: After █ days of cooperative behavior, Mia Burke was given a chance to communicate with SCP-4207-C before her scheduled release of custody and amnesticization. NOTE: Italicized text are recordings. <Begin Log> SCP-4207-C: HELLO Mia [pause] I MISS YOU Mia: I miss you too. SCP-4207-C: DID THEY HURT YOU Mia: No, they didn't. I think they're good people. SCP-4207-C: IF THEY'RE GOOD THEN WHY DID THEY TAKE YOU AWAY FROM ME Mia: I don't know, Bud. SCP-4207-C: THEY TOOK YOU AWAY FROM ME [pauses for three seconds] I WAS SO Lonely [pause] Mia [pause] VERY Lonely Mia: I was lonely, too. [Unresponsive for five seconds] SCP-4207-C: AT LEAST YOU'RE BACK IN YOUR Room NOW [pause] WE CAN BE Happy AGAIN Mia: Oh, no. They said I have to leave for now. They told me you're sick. SCP-4207-C: HOW CAN I BE SICK [pause] YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME Mia Mia: That's what the doctors told me. They're good people, Bud. They'll fix you in no time. SCP-4207-C: Doctors Mia: Yeah. Doctors fix sick people. SCP-4207-C: NO [pause] THEY ARE BAD [pause] Doctors MADE ME FORGET SMOKE AND PEOPLE THAT I [pause] Love [pause] THEY WILL MAKE ME FORGET YOU Mia Mia: You have to trust me, Bud. You'll do just fine. I'm sorry. I have to go now. Bye. [Subject leaves the room] SCP-4207-C: NO [pause] Mia WAIT [pause] DON'T LEAVE Mia [pause] Mia [pause] Mia [pause] Mia.. [This repeats for the next three hours] <End Log> Addendum 02: On 03/17/████, Junior Researcher Sheen Alvarez requested to personally test SCP-4207-A on a player similar to SCP-4207-B. Site-113 Supervisor Eldin Greene approved the request due to the noticeable cooperation of SCP-4207-C from interactions and considerably low threat to personnel. However, after being inserted, SCP-4207-C immediately reacted in a unique manner, differing from previous interactions. Below is a transcript of the audio log from the incident: ▶ Open Interview Log 4207-03-A ◀ Close <Begin Log> SCP-4207-C: WHERE AM I [pause] WHO ARE YOU [pause] I DON'T KNOW YOU [pause] YOU'RE NOT Mia [pause] ARE YOU NOT Mia Sheen: I'm not. Calm down, please. SCP-4207-C: WHAT ARE YOU DOING [pause] STOP THIS [pause] BRING ME BACK Sheen: I'm afraid I can't do that. SCP-4207-C: WHY NOT [pause] BRING ME BACK NOW [pauses for four seconds] OR ELSE [pause] I WILL CALL THE BIG PEOPLE Sheen: What do you mean "big people"? SCP-4207-A: JUST BRING ME BACK [pause] PLEASE Sheen: Sorry, but I can't really do that yet. SCP-4207-C: BRING ME BACK [pause] Mia WILL COME BACK THERE Sheen: I have to leave now. [Unresponsive for ten seconds] Sheen: SCP-4207-C? SCP-4207-C: THEY ARE COMING Sheen: Who's coming? SCP-4207-C: THE BIG PEOPLE [silence for two seconds] THEY WILL BRING ME BACK Sheen: I have to leave. I'm really sorry. SCP-4207-C: NO [pause] PLEASE [pause] BRING ME BACK [pause] I MISS Mia [pause] PLEASE [pause] PLEASE [Subject leaves the room] <End Log> A mass stranding of 140 cetaceans in ██████, Australia. Approximately two hours after contact with SCP-4207-C, an estimated 140 whale specimens, from various species of toothed whales (Odontoceti), beached themselves at ████ Bay, ██ kilometers from the coast of Site-113 in ██████, Australia. Two killer whales (Orcinus orca)2 attacked and killed three personnel attempting to sedate them. Site Director Scarlet Winters decided to [REDACTED] so that the whales could be sent back as swiftly as possible to prevent public attention. The incident was successfully neutralized after three hours, with the Foundation experiencing three casualties and six other minor injuries. Spectrogram of SCP-4207-C in 03/21/████. Addendum 03: For six days, SCP-4207-A was not returned to SCP-4207-B, which consequently affected the behavior of SCP-4207-C. From all the interviews taken, SCP-4207-C was entirely unresponsive. While mostly in a continuous play of white noise, there were certain occasions in which recordings of "waves" and "rain", along with other inaudible noises, were played for several hours at random intervals. On 03/21/████, a series of "clicks" and "pulses" were played for approximately thirty minutes. Auditory analysis suggests a cetacean origin, specifically in the Delphinidae family, although this is highly speculative due to insufficient spectrographic data. This behavior and audio activity continued until SCP-4207-A was finally returned to SCP-4207-B on 03/23/████. Addendum 04: On 04/02/████, a pygmy killer whale (Feresa attenuata) was found stranded on the coast of New Caledonia, ███ kilometers from Site-113. The specimen expired two hours later due to parasitic encephalitis caused by nematodes. A cassette physically identical to SCP-4207-A was retrieved from the specimen's digestive tract. The tape contains no recorded audio and has no other unusual properties except for an inscription that appears to be laminated: WE'RE COMING Footnotes 1. Approximately 14 years since acquisition. 2. Genetic analysis from both specimens revealed that they were from different ecotypes. One was a transient, while the other was a resident. This is highly unusual since both ecotypes tend to avoid each other in the wild.
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Item #: SCP-4208 Special Containment Procedures: Videos uploaded to SCP-4208 prior to containment are scheduled for deletion 08/03/2018. Videos uploaded to SCP-4208 subsequent to containment are to be uploaded onto a secure hard-drive and deleted. Note - After risk evaluation, all planned interviews post-09/14/2018 of SCP-4208-1 are postponed indefinitely. Description: SCP-4208 is a YouTube account known as ‘Naomi’s Sweetery’. SCP-4208 uploads videos biweekly. Videos uploaded by SCP-4208 are listed to be approximately eight (8) to twenty-four (24) minutes long in length. Despite this listing, SCP-4208’s anomalous nature typically prevents viewers from reaching the end of a video uploaded by SCP-4208. SCP-4208’s videos primarily consist of a young woman of Japanese descent who refers to herself as ‘Naomi’ (designated SCP-4208-1) performing tutorials for baking traditional Japanese desserts. Each video takes place in a standard Japanese house kitchen. SCP-4208’s anomalous properties take place upon viewing any of the videos uploaded by SCP-4208. If viewing any of the content uploaded by SCP-4208 for the first time, the video will begin as normal. Approximately half-way through the listed runtime, SCP-4208-1 will abruptly stop the actions it is currently doing, as well as take the proper safety precautions (eg. turn off the oven, stove, mixer). SCP-4208-1 will proceed to address the viewer, stating that it "hated having to pretend again, but feels that each new viewer needs the proper welcome". SCP-4208-1 will then make its way to the edge of the video screen and pull back a ‘sliding door’. SCP-4208-1 will jump out of the video screen, and begin to interact with the rest of the contents on the screen, continuing to address the viewer. When SCP-4208-1 reaches the screen outside of the video player, it will be able to perform a range of anomalous effects including: ‘Sitting’ on the edge between the video screen and main screen. Reading through and rearranging the comments on its videos by ‘hand’. Jumping into suggested videos, as well as additionally opened YouTube video tabs. Blending into the environment of other YouTube videos via mimicking the appearance of items in the video. When revisiting SCP-4208 proceeding to watch a different video, SCP-4208-1 will greet the viewer it recognizes, and thank them for not leaving it alone. SCP-4208-1 will ask the viewer to open another video tab of a video portraying their favorite hobby so it "can learn what its friends like". Addendum 1: SCP-4208-1 Interview Log-1 + SCP-4208-1 Interview Log-1 - SCP-4208-1 Interview Log-1 Foreword: The following is a transcript of the interview conducted on 08/02/2018, the day of SCP-4208’s discovery. Dr. Marigold watched a video uploaded by SCP-4208 and initiated SCP-4208-1’s greeting process prior to the interview. Interviewed: SCP-4208-1 Interviewer: Dr. Marigold <Begin Log> Dr. Marigold: Hello, SCP-4208-1. SCP-4208-1: Sweetie, you can call me Naomi! [giggles] SCP-4208-1 begins to move letters from the comment section into the search bar to spell ‘kitten videos’. Dr. Marigold: Alright, SCP-4208-1. I’m going to be asking you a couple questions regarding your YouTube channel. Is that alright? SCP-4208-1: Of course! But why you keep calling me SCP-4208-1? I told you, my name is Naomi. What’s your name? [smiles] SCP-4208-1 ‘jumps’ into a video titled ‘kittens so cute you’ll die compilation’. SCP-4208-1 transforms into a kitten. Dr. Marigold: Um… Dr. Marigold. SCP-4208-1, do you think you could remain in your original form for the duration of our interview? SCP-4208-1 ‘jumps’ out of the video, transforming back to its original form. SCP-4208-1: Okay! I’ll try! Nice to meet you, Miss Marigold! Dr. Marigold: Thank you. When were you first aware of your anomalous properties? SCP-4208-1: Define anomalous! Dr. Marigold: Deviating from the common order, abnormal. Like, different than most others like it to make it simple. In your case, jumping out of the video. Interacting with viewers. SCP-4208-1: Oh! Okay! I guess I am anomalous! [giggles] In that case, I don’t remember! I’ve always had my abilities! They make it easier to make friends! Dr. Marigold: So your reason for interacting with the viewers and screen is to make friends? How does jumping into other tabs make it easier to make friends? SCP-4208-1: Well you see Miss Mari when I learn more about my friends’ interests and likes, it makes it easier to connect with them! I want them to know that I care about what they do! That’s what friends do! Miss Mari, what is something you have great interest in? Dr. Marigold: I suppose that makes sense. And uh, I really like sea-life. Especially crabs. SCP-4208-1, why do you want to make friends so bad? SCP-4208-1: Everyone is my friend! As I meet them, we learn about each other! I’ll have to search of these “crabs”! I want to know what makes them of value to you! Dr. Marigold: Right. So you talk to your audience because you want to get to know others? SCP-4208-1 sits on top of the search bar and nods. SCP-4208-1: Mhm. Dr. Marigold: Well SCP-4208-1, I’ll see you again soon. SCP-4208-1: [Giggles] See you again, Miss Mari! You know, I’m starting to like the nickname you’ve given me! Dr. Marigold: That’s nice, SCP-4208-1. <End Log> Following the interview, special containment procedures as of 08/02/2018 were followed out. - SCP-4208-1 Interview Log-1 Addendum 2: SCP-4208-1 Interview Log-2 + SCP-4208-1 Interview Log-2 - SCP-4208 Interview Log-2 Foreword: The following is a transcript of an interview conducted on 08/10/2018. One video uploaded by SCP-4208 was allowed to stay public for the duration of the interview. Interviewed: SCP-4208-1 Interviewer: Researcher Crane <Begin Log> Researcher Crane: Hello SCP-4208-1. How've you been? I’m Researcher Crane. I’m to interview you today. SCP-4208-1: I’ve been doing good! How’ve you been, Mr. Crane? SCP-4208-1 begins to move letters from the comments up to the search bar to spell “crabs”. SCP-4208-1 jumps into a video titled ‘crab aquarium hour long footage’. Researcher Crane: Quite well. SCP-4208-1, I’m gonna ask you some questions’. SCP-4208-1: Alright! If possible, I’d like to ask you a question first. Researcher Crane: I don’t see why not. SCP-4208-1: Why were my videos deleted? I thought the people here were my friends, but it seems soon after I met you, my videos were all gone, and my memory has been getting fuzzy. That didn’t make much sense to me, though. Friends don’t vandalize their friends’ things. Researcher Crane: It was for ya safety. It was for the best. Marigold told ya ya’re anomalous. Most people get freaked out by anomalies, so we gotta hide em from the world. That’s just in cases like yers, where the anomaly’s not dangerous. It’s a whole different story for the dangerous fellas. SCP-4208-1 jumps out of the video, returning to its original form. It jumps to the bottom of the search results, sitting at the bottom of the page, cross-legged. SCP-4208-1: Oh. Researcher Crane: Yeah. So, SCP-4208-1. You mentioned your memory being fuzzy following the deletion of your videos. You remember where you go when no videos are currently uploaded? SCP-4208-1: I don’t quite remember, no. Sometimes I’m in a kitchen, my kitchen. Other times, I am nowhere. A void. I cannot recall many memories about it. All I know is it is dark and tight, and it makes me sad. I wish I could recall my lost memories. Researcher Crane: [Pauses] I see. 4208-1, where do your videos come from? How are they uploaded? SCP-4208-1 doesn’t respond for two minutes. SCP-4208-1: I make them. I record them, and when I am finished, they are on the internet. Just like you would! Researcher Crane: For me to upload a video to the internet, I’d have to go through the process of editing and all that jazz. Also, it’s odd seeing your videos have no IP address. SCP-4208-1: Hm. I did not know that. I guess that is odd! What is an IP address? Researcher Crane: It’s a device’s address that’s used to identify the device with other devices. Electronic devices. SCP-4208-1: Oh. That is a lot more boring than I thought. Hey Mr. Crane? Researcher Crane: Yep? SCP-4208-1: Do you consider us friends? Researcher Crane: [Chuckles] Of course I do. SCP-4208-1: Can you re-upload my videos? Researcher Crane: I… can’t. I told you, containment reasons. Sorry, SCP-4208-1. <End Log> - SCP-4208 Interview Log-2 Addendum 3: SCP-4208-1 Interview Log-3 + SCP-4208-1 Interview Log-3 - SCP-4208-1 Interview Log-3 Foreword: The following is a transcript of an interview conducted on 08/24/2018. Interviewed: SCP-4208-1 Interviewer: Dr. Marigold <Begin Log> Dr. Marigold: Hello, SCP-4208-1. How are you? SCP-4208-1: I am fine, Dr. Marigold. How are you? I searched of those crabs. Mighty cool! Dr. Marigold: Good. When did you get to look that up? SCP-4208-1: When I talked to Dr. Crane. He did not appear aware when I began to look them up. In fact, he did not really look at me all that often. Dr. Marigold: Researcher Crane is blind. He knew what you were doing, there was special equipment set up to tell him. He probably didn’t stop you because he was observing you. SCP-4208-1: Oh. Does “blind” mean “unable to see?” I picked it up from the context clues you left. Dr. Marigold: Yes. SCP-4208-1, were you aware that other YouTube channels differed in function from yours? What was the key sign? SCP-4208-1: I was not aware, no. Now knowing that they are it is quite upsetting. How are they supposed to appropriately reach their audience? [pauses] Dr. Marigold, do you think that you could re-upload my videos? Dr. Crane could not. Dr. Marigold: SCP-4208-1, it’s not about Researcher Crane being physically unable to, he is able. It’s that we have to keep your videos off the internet for containment. I thought he told you that. SCP-4208-1: Containment? I do not recognize this term. Dr. Marigold: It basically means a system or structure to prevent the release of something. In this case, your videos. SCP-4208-1: What is so wrong with my videos? Why must they be contained? My purpose is to be with people! You have stripped me of my purpose. Do you not enjoy my videos? Dr. Marigold: Is this connected to your love to make friends? Also, I have no personal bias towards your videos. SCP-4208-1: What is a friend? Dr. Marigold: [pauses] SCP-4208-1, why do you feel it is your purpose? SCP-4208-1 is silent for approximately five minutes. SCP-4208-1: Could ya repeat the question, Miss? Dr. Marigold sighs deeply. Dr. Marigold: SCP-4208-1, why are you talking in Researcher Crane’s accent? SCP-4208-1: Whatcha mean? I’m not usin’ an accent. Who’s Researcher Crane? Dr. Marigold: He has talked to you before. SCP-4208-1, tell me about yourself. Your name, hobbies. SCP-4208-1: Ma name is Christina, an’ I make science-themed vlogs. I also really like those crab critters, very cute! I’m an “anomaly” or somethin’ ya guys found on YouTube. Ya call me SCP? 4208-1 for some reason. Dr. Marigold: This ends our discussion. I’ll talk to you later, SCP-4208-1. SCP-4208-1: See you later, miss. <End Log> - SCP-4208-1 Interview Log-3 Addendum 4: SCP-4208-1 Interview Log-4 + SCP-4208-1 Interview Log-4 - SCP-4208-1 Interview Log-4 Foreword: The following is a transcript of the interview conducted on 08/26/2018 due to the concern of SCP-4208-1’s notable change of behavior. Interviewed: SCP-4208-1 Interviewer: Researcher Crane <Begin Log> Researcher Crane: Hello SCP-4208-1. How're you doing today? SCP-4208-1: I’m doing well. Why ya talkin’ like me? That other lady had an accent. Researcher Crane: SCP-4208-1, you know anything of a girl named Naomi? I’m Researcher Crane, by the way. SCP-4208-1: Naomi…..? Naomi…. Naomi? Wait…. ya’re Researcher Crane? Hmmm…. Naomi….. SCP-4208-1 paces back and forth within the room it is in. Researcher Crane: Yep. That’s me. SCP-4208-1 walks over to the front of the screen. It grabs the video scrubber, pulling it to the very right of the screen, ending the video. Researcher Crane uses voice command to pull up another SCP-4208 video. SCP-4208-1 glances around. It sits on top of the counter. Researcher Crane: Hello. How're you feeling? SCP-4208-1: [words appear as subtitles on the screen] My head hurts. Researcher Crane: Do you know why you keep doing that? Switching the way you act? I also suggest you go back to using your words. My thing’s gotta translate watcha say to my earpiece, and it takes longer. It’s a pain. SCP-4208-1: I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m just speaking. And…. no, I don’t. SCP-4208-1 shrugs, tilting its head. Researcher Crane: SCP-4208-1, do you know what you are? SCP-4208-1: Yes. I am a virtual YouTube AI created by a human like you. Researcher Crane: In an earlier interview you stated that it’s yourself that makes the videos. Thatcha record em and upload em. Er, they appear on the internet. SCP-4208-1: Oh. I don’t remember that. Researcher Crane: That’ll be all for today, SCP-4208-1. Take care. <End Log> In SCP-4208 videos uploaded from 08/27/18 to 09/08/18 SCP-4208-1 referenced a production team and “patrons” at the beginning of each video before greeting the viewers in its usual fashion. - SCP-4208-1 Interview Log-4 Addendum 5: SCP-4208-1 Interview Log-5 + SCP-4208-1 Interview Log-5 - SCP-4208-1 Interview Log-5 Foreword: The following interview was conducted on 09/10/18 to address SCP-4208’s rapidly increased upload schedule. Interviewed: SCP-4208-1 Interviewer: Dr. Marigold <Begin Log> Dr. Marigold: Hello. How are you? SCP-4208-1: I’m fine, thanks for asking, Miss. Dr. Marigold: SCP-4208-1, SCP-4208 has been uploading six videos a day now. Do you know anything about this? SCP-4208: I’m afraid I can’t answer that, sorry. Dr. Marigold: Hm. SCP-4208-1, who is ‘Naomi’s Sweetery’? SCP-4208-1: ‘Naomi’s Sweetery’ is the YouTube alias for Naomi- Naomi… Naomi…. SCP-4208-1’s speech proceeds to glitch for the next two minutes. When SCP-4208-1 comes to a stop, it does not speak again for seven minutes. SCP-4208-1: I don’t want to be lost. Dr. Marigold: Hm? SCP-4208-1: I don’t want to be forgotten. I want people to find me. You’re making it hard for me to find my audience. SCP-4208-1 jumps out of the screen, using letters from suggested videos to type ‘rose’ into the search bar. It frowns, gathering more letters to add ‘flower’. It jumps into a video titled ‘flower red rose blooming’, immediately jumping out of the video after. It sits on the bar separating the video from the comment section, and turns to watch the video. Dr. Marigold: We’ve had this discussion before. We can’t upload your videos, or keep them uploaded. SCP-4208-1: I need them. I’ll be a million shells of myself forever if I don’t find my audience again. Dr. Marigold: Allowing you access to more than one of your videos at a time would be breaching containment protocol, and we can’t do that. SCP-4208-1: I see. Dr. Marigold: Well, that’s it for today. Take care. SCP-4208-1: You too. <End Log> Following the interview, SCP-4208 began to upload only four videos a day. Each video uploaded to SCP-4208 subsequent to 09/10/18 has had the following message in the description: Hey guys! I hope my content is just as good as it used to be! Outside factors have made it hard to be myself. But I’m myself now. As myself as I can be for today and days to come! ~ ♡Fujiko♡ - SCP-4208-1 Interview Log-5 ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4208" by Mew-ltiverse, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4208. 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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An instance of SCP-4209 attempting to activate the 2nd floor personnel break room stove during testing. Item#: SCP-4209 Special Containment Procedures: All instances of SCP-4209 are to be stored within a specialty containment locker lined with light synthetic padding within Storage Wing-12, at Site-64. The locker's temperature should be maintained at 3° to 8° C. SCP-4209 is to be fed a diet consisting of gelatin, water, fruit juices, oatmeal, and ice cream daily. There are currently 27 instances of SCP-4209 in foundation custody. Should any other instances be found, MTF Alpha-4 ("Pony Express") are to intercept shipments of grocery suppliers and retrieve cartons containing SCP-4209. Description: SCP-4209 is a collection of eggs, commonly located in groups of six (6) or more. SCP-4209 colonies have only been found in 12 pack █████ ████ brand egg cartons in seemingly random grocery stores around the United States. Each individual egg weighs 57.2 grams, and has a smiley face drawn on the front with a black sharpie. The shells of SCP-4209 appear to be extremely strong compared to regular egg shells, making them very durable and difficult to harm. Colonies of SCP-4209 are able to operate individually, and can roll around to get to certain areas. Specimens are not capable of speech, but are able to move around to form responses, such as "yes" and "no." The temperaments of SCP-4209 colonies are fairly docile, and they show extreme elation and affection towards humans, particularly when doing something in relation with cooking. The observed main behavior of SCP-4209 is to aid humans when in the kitchen, usually by displacing small objects like salt shakers when a subject is preparing a meal, or attempting to turn on the stove when subjects are seen preparing raw poultry such as chicken or beef. Large groups of SCP-4209, particularly groups of twelve (12) and higher, are able to prepare full meals such as salads, grilled chicken, and toast. SCP-4209 is also capable of preparing a table for eating, by setting up silverware and rolling plates over to subjects. Addendum SCP-4209-A: "Reminder to all staff: Please do not bring specimens of SCP-4209 home to "help with cooking." These specimens aren't toys, or helpers because you can't cook a decent plate of pasta. The only reason you should be taking them anywhere is for specialized testing in the 2nd floor personnel break room. Any staff members seen trying to take SCP-4209 home will be reprimanded accordingly." -Dr. ████ Testing Logs: The following is a log of all tests performed upon SCP-4209. All of these tests were performed in a kitchen environment, more notably the 2nd floor personnel break room. Number of SCP-4209 Specimens: Two (2) Ingredients: 2 slices of plain white bread, a jar of strawberry jelly, a plastic knife Result: Jelly sandwich Notes: Instead of using the plastic knife for spreading the jelly, SCP-4209-1 instead inserted itself inside the jar of jelly, and proceeded to roll on top of the slices of bread. Number of SCP-4209 Specimens: Two (2) Ingredients: Strawberry, strawberry huller Result: Nothing Notes: SCP-4209's knowledge of kitchen utensils has come into question. Further testing is required. Number of SCP-4209 Specimens: Seven (7) Ingredients: Raw chicken breast, a bottle of paprika, a bottle of salt, a bottle of pepper, a bottle of oil, a pan Result: Seasoned grilled chicken breast Notes: Chicken breast was cooked perfectly, right amount of seasoning and cooking time. SCP-4209's knowledge of kitchen utensils are average. Number of SCP-4209 Specimens: Six (6) Ingredients: 2 eggs, a bottle oil, a bottle of salt, a bottle of pepper, stick of butter, a pan Result: Nothing Notes: SCP-4209 specimens refused to cook the egg. Whether provoked or calmly told to do so, SCP-4209 still refused. Number of SCP-4209 Specimens: One (1) Ingredients: Cup of black coffee, cup of sugar, cup of creamer, cup of caramel drizzle Result: Cup of coffee with creamer Notes: SCP-4209 specimen was told before starting to only put creamer inside the coffee. SCP-4209 followed directions. Number of SCP-4209 Specimens: One (1) Ingredients: Cup of black coffee, cup of sugar, cup of creamer, cup of caramel drizzle Result: Cup of coffee with overwhelming amounts of sugar Notes: The SCP-4209 specimen was not given specific directions, and was allowed to independently add anything inside the coffee. SCP-4209 produced a cup of coffee, extremely sweet.
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SCP-4210 - The American Dream Author: Swineapple Image Credit: Map Data and Images - Google Maps Other Work: SCP-4945 ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} 3/4210 LEVEL 3/4210 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-4210 Euclid SCP-4210-03 prior to containment, located at █████, MA Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4210 is to be placed in a safe secure box at Site-██. Houses constructed according to SCP-4210 are to have 2m high fences installed around the perimeter of the land, under the guise of construction work. Properties surrounding these houses are to be purchased by The Foundation, with at least one building utilized as a guard barracks and research laboratory. Four guards are to be placed around the perimeter of SCP-4210 in disguise as construction workers in six-hour rotating shifts. Any and all persons attempting to enter an SCP-4210 house without approval from on-site Level 3 researcher are to be detained and administered Class A amnestics. Windows are to be heavily tinted on SCP-4210 houses in order to prevent a security breach. Persons leaving SCP-4210 houses after being removed by other entities are to be interviewed and sent to Site-██ for Psychological Evaluation and amnestic treatment. Description: SCP-4210 is an anomalous residential floor plan, supposedly produced by architectural company S███████ Inc. However, no records of this company have been recovered. On the backside, the writings "The American Dream. Our Dream. 19██" and "Japan [ILLEGIBLE]-lesses me because this - 改善1" are present in black ink. Houses built using SCP-4210 are identical in material, size and room numbers, only differing in furnishings. The Foundation is currently aware of five SCP-4210 houses, all residing in the continental United States. After spending a prolonged period of time in a house constructed according to SCP-4210, persons begin to undergo psychological changes, expressing strong desires to make themselves and other people within the house "perfectionists".2 The "perfection" the entities strive for, is directly reminiscent of the American 1950s "nuclear family" stereotype, as detailed below. At any one time there is a maximum of four (one of each entity type) SCP-4210 entities in an SCP-4210 house. SCP-4210-A refers to persons who are biologically male and are between the ages of 25-50. After spending a total of 29 hours in the house, SCP-4210-A will begin to exhibit behavior typical of a father figure, such as romantic attraction towards SCP-4210-B and fatherly behavior towards SCP-4210-C and SCP-4210-D. Typical behavior includes dressing in business attire, watching television programs and simultaneously consuming alcoholic beverages, and participating in "catch" with SCP-4210-C. SCP-4210-B refers to persons who are biologically female and are between the ages of 25-50. Similarly to SCP-4210-A, SCP-4210-B will exhibit motherly behavior. Typical behavior includes producing meals and beverages for itself and other entities, cleaning previously used cutlery, reading magazines and conversing with SCP-4210-A about its day. SCP-4210-C and SCP-4210-D refers to persons who are under the age of 24. SCP-4210-C will act in a way similar to children or teenagers, depending on its age and gender. Instances under the age of five are completely dependent on SCP-4210-B for sustenance. Physical fights between older instances of SCP-4210-C/D are common. A subject entering an SCP-4210 house that fits criteria for one of the aforementioned entities that already exists in the house will gradually start to exhibit behaviours of the respective SCP-4210 entity. Subjects will become SCP-4210 entities at a less gradual rate3 and will decide to "join the Family". Over a short period of time, the new entity will become more accepted by the family. The fate of the previous instance depends on the family; usually, they are either ignored or banished from the house forcefully. If one of the SCP-4210 entities no longer matches the criteria for an SCP-4210 entity4, the family will actively seek out candidates for replacement, often by inviting neighbors to events such as dinners. Discovery: On ██/██/19██ local police were called to the report of a disturbance in residential ██████, CA. Upon arriving at the scene police discovered a man running down █████ St. wearing only underwear, shouting "How could they replace me!" continuously for ~7 minutes. When brought in for questioning at the local police station, the man, named M██████ Scratton, explained that he was eating dinner with his family at his home, when a stranger knocked on his door. In under 15 minutes, Mr Scratton was removed from his home with only his underwear and SCP-4210 in his possession. Mr Scratton was questioned about the origins of the floor plan and any locations of other houses using its design. Mr Scratton refused to answer about the origins; however, he gave the location of four more houses. He was unwilling to share how he knew of these houses. Mr Scratton was subsequently administered amnestics and released to the public under Foundation watch. ▶ Interview Log D-13564 ▼ Interview Log D-13564 On ██/██/198█, D-Class subject D-13564, a 34-year-old male, entered SCP-4210-05 and was instructed to remain inside for 3 hours in order to become SCP-4210-A. After a period of 4 hours, D-Class subject D-92873, a 29-year-old male who matched the same criteria as D-13564, but was more athletically built, was instructed to enter the house. After approximately 21 minutes D-13564 was observed exiting the house in a distraught panic. Interview follows: Interviewed: D-13564 Interviewer: Dr. A████ <Begin Log ██/██/200█ 13:02:44> Dr. A████: Hello D-13564, my name is Dr. A████, I'm going to ask you a few questions. D-13564: My family literally just kicked me out, don't you people have any sympathy. Dr. A████: We just need you to cooperate with us and tell us how you feel about everything that went on in those four hours. D-13564: Perfect. Dr. A████: Sorry? D-13564: Perfect. It was perfect, we were perfect. We complimented each other so well, we flowed as a family, there was nothing that could stop us. If we couldn't do something together it was because it was impossible. Dr. A████: What sort of activities could you do in such a short time to feel that way? D-13564: We cooked together, played chasey with the kids, watched a movie together until.. well until he came in. Dr. A████: Until D-92873 entered the house? D-13564: I don't know his number but yeah I assume that's the piece of shit. Dr. A████: What occurred when D-92873 entered the house? D-13564: Well we welcomed him in, of course, we weren't going to be rude we were better than that. He came in and we started talking about everything that was going on with him and he was quite interesting, younger and probably more attractive than me. Which was exactly why I started to worry. Dr. A████: What did you feel that made you worry about him? D-13564: I had a feeling. I'm not sure what it was, just a feeling that something was wrong. I could see the way the kids and the wife were talking to him. They were more and more impressed with every word he was saying. I thought to myself that I was surely better than him in some way, right? [D-13564 looks extremely distressed and stares at Dr. A████ for 14 seconds.] Dr. A████: What is it? D-13564: It just that, as soon as I thought that. The immediate second I thought that thought. That I had to be better in some way, the kids and my wife looked at me, angrily and at the same time said: "No, you aren't good enough." [D-13564 begins to tear up, before getting visibly angry] It was you. Dr. A████: What was me? D-13564: You sent in that son of a bitch to see my reaction. You knew this would happen. You knew I would lose my family. Dr. A████: They weren't your family. D-13564: How fucking dare you mess around with my family like that. Dr. A████: D-13564, you need to calm down or there will be serious repercussions. D-13564: I want a new one. Dr. A████: You want a new what? D-13564: A new family. A perfect family and I don't want you fuckers to mess around with it. Dr. A████: We won't send you back in there in the foreseeable future, may I remind you of the agreement you have with the Foundation. D-13564: I don't care about the agreement, you don't understand what it's like to be so close to perfection, only to have some other assholes take it from you! Dr. A████: There's nothing to be done for you, you're to be psychologically evaluated and assigned elsewhere, per the agreement. D-13564: At least someday I'll find that sort of perfection again, I'll make it mine and you eggheads will get none of it. <End Log ██/██/200█ 13:07:56> ▶ Recovered Document 4210-02 ▼ Recovered Document 4210-02 The following document was recovered during a sweep of SCP-4210-02 prior to containment. My Dearest E███, I'm hoping this letter finds you well. It's gone wrong. Everything I dreaded would happen has come to pass. M██████ has taken the plans for himself. He says he's going to build the perfect America out of it. I told him that that wasn't the purpose of the plans, and in fact, the purpose couldn't be further from that. He says he can make improvements to it, tweak it, so everyone can strive to be better. To be perfect. All I wanted was for us to be together and raise a family we could be proud of. By the time you're reading this it may already be too late for me, but who knows right? Maybe I'll get another miracle from Japan. More a curse in disguise I guess now. When M██████ took the plans he threatened me with a gun, can you believe it? I don't think he meant to shoot, that damn idiot, but here we are. If you get this message please, try and get the plans back, but be careful. M██████ is doing anything he can to get what he wants, and I couldn't stand the thought of you getting in harm's way for me. Have a wonderful life E███, but don't try to make it perfect. You never even had to try. I love you. - John S. Footnotes 1. Translated from Japanese: "Change for the better" 2. Identifying themselves as "family" 3. A mean time of two hours 4. Either by aging out of the age range or by death
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SCP-4211: Memoirmento 「Once in a Lifetime」 Image Sources: 1) notebook.jpg -- "GC Wooley Diary 2" Photo by CEphoto, Uwe Aranas; CC BY-SA 3.0 (modified) 2) cipher1.jpg -- "The Hordern Tree" by Blue Mountains Library; CC BY-SA 2.0 3) cipher2.jpg -- "OLD FIELD POINT LIGHT" by US Coast Guard; Public Domain 4) cipher3.jpg -- "Old Dining Room Table Window Historically Chair" by Unknown; CC0 5) cipher4.jpg -- "OYSTER BEDS (...)" by US Archives and Records Administration; Public Domain 6) cipher5.jpg -- "Photo booth: Akward smiling woman" by simpleinsomnia; CC BY 2.0 (modified) Acknowledgements: Lt Flops, for critique. Uncle Nicolini, for critique. Rounderhouse, for critique and advice on image editing. Ellie3, for critique. Henzoid, for critique. Tufto, for critique and advice on writing for the Class of 76. KindlyTurtleClem, for critique and advice on style. T Rutherford, for in-depth critique. RockTeethMothEyes, for in-depth critique. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} SCP-4211. Image has been rendered memetically sterile. Item #: SCP-4211 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4211 is contained in a standard Safe-class locker. Class-W mnestics are suggested while working with SCP-4211 to mitigate the mild memetic hazards it possesses. Personnel documenting SCP-4211 are to be rotated on a monthly basis to prevent irreversible changes to cognitive function. Description: SCP-4211 is the collective designation for specific diary entries with cognitohazardous properties — these written works contain cognitohazards to prevent reading of the item's true content unless certain conditions are met.1 More specifically, the items encrypt their content via obfuscation, altering the text if the reader does not have access to the cipher key. The cipher key is morphogenetic2 resonance to an image and question prompt, presumably set by the author. In this way, only individuals with strong empathetic responses or similar brain function to the author may read the unaltered content of SCP-4211. Attempts to transcribe, discuss, or copy SCP-4211's content result in the same outcome: individuals that have sufficient mental alignment to the author to view the content ordinarily will be able to understand the transcription/speech, while those that do not will experience the false versions. Exposure to the content of SCP-4211, encrypted or not, may result in temporary symptoms of: Confusion Amnesia Headaches/Migraines Heightened levels of visual snow False memories Sleep paralysis Prosopagnosia3 Hallucinations The diary containing SCP-4211 was found in the possession of Augustus Ehrlich Sr.4, though it is assumed it was purchased from a third party. Due to the self-concealing nature of the anomaly, research into the content of the notebook has been limited. However, handwriting analysis shows that the entries have had multiple authors, and meta-analysis shows recurring mentions of family members drowning, even if the individuals have no such history. Addendum 4211.1 — Transcripts ► Access SCP-4211-1 Transcript ◄ ▼ Transcript Accessed ▼ ► Access SCP-4211-2 Transcript ◄ ▼ Transcript Accessed ▼ ► Access SCP-4211-3 Transcript ◄ ▼ Transcript Accessed ▼ ► Access SCP-4211-4 Transcript ◄ ▼ Transcript Accessed ▼ Footnotes 1. If mental alignment is not achieved, a pre-recorded entry by the same author will be seen instead. 2. DEFINITION — Morphogenetics: The theory that memory is inherent in nature, and memories can be shared among populations without direct contact. For more information, see Sheldrake, R; (1966) "The Noosphere, Morphogenetic Fields, and the Akashic Records" The Foundation Journal of Mental Sanitation vol 7(1) pages 1-14. 3. A neurological condition characterized by the inability to recognize the faces of familiar people. 4. POI-9873 (deceased). Multiple SCP objects were discovered in his possession upon his death. ► Access SCP-4211-█ Transcript ◄ ▼ Transcript Accessed ▼ SCP-2316 ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4211" by Ayers, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4211. 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: cipher1.jpg Name: The Hordern Tree Author: Blue Mountains Library, Local Studies License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: Flickr Filename: cipher2.jpg Name: Oldfieldpointlight.jpg Author: United States Coast Guard License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Filename: cipher3.jpg Name: Table, Chair, Dining room Author: 104052 License: Public Domain Source Link: Pixabay Filename: cipher4.jpg Name: OYSTER BEDS OF WILLAPA BAY, WHERE LARGE NUMBERS OF "GHOST SHRIMP" ARE ENDANGERING THE OYSTER POPULATION BY DISTURBING… - NARA - 545092.jpg Author: Gene Daniels License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Filename: cipher5.png Name: Photo booth: Akward smiling woman Author: simpleinsomnia License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: Flickr Filename: notebook.jpg Name: G-C-Woolley-page-of-diary-No2.jpg Author: G. C Woolley License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons
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SCP-4212
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Item #: SCP-4212 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4212 is to be stored in a concrete containment cell measuring six meters high, ten meters wide, and twenty-one meters across. A ballistic glass wall has been built two meters into the cell, to prevent researchers from having any further direct contact with SCP-4212. Research on SCP-4212 must be done by two independent study groups, henceforth referred to as “Study Group A” and “Study Group B.” Study Group A consists of Doctor Atoz, Doctor ███████, Doctor ████, Junior Researcher ██████, and Agent ████. These personnel are allowed free experimentation on SCP-4212 within reason and are allowed to enter its containment cell at any time of day. Study Group B consists of Agent Mints, Detective Hawley, and Junior Researcher L’Engle. These personnel are strictly forbidden from any form of direct or indirect contact with SCP-4212 and must perform all of their research through secondary means, most prominently through interviews with Study Group A. No other Foundation personnel outside the O5 Council are allowed any interaction with SCP-4212. Description: NOTE: Any description of SCP-4212 written by anyone who has seen and/or experienced it seems entirely incomprehensible to anyone who has not. For this reason, a running commentary by Study Group B has been added. The commentary will provide leading theories as to what SCP-4212’s description is attempting to convey. The description itself was written by Doctor Atoz, with Agent ████ ‘proofreading.’ SCP-4212 is an incandescently-located variant of itself measuring approximately four meters tall, three hours wide, and seven gallons across. It has not been observed to possess any traditional geometry, however, it has been seen with two distinct faces and twenty-one corners, all except one located on an internal extremity on the body. It exists within itself and the to, so for now the a many and is in it be that with do at. + Commentary - Close SCP-4212’s geometry is entirely incoherent. The end of this paragraph is the first point in the description where Doctor Atoz stops writing in grammatically correct English, although both she and Agent ████ were unable to find any errors when asked. It’s entirely possible that SCP-4212 possesses some form of memetic quality that is making the act of describing it extremely difficult or impossible. SCP-4212 is agitated and extremely prone to existing. When it is placed under a sufficient amount of over, it will react in a nonbinary spatial-temporal-ephemeral-chemical manner, ending all negative functions and beginning to end to begin to end to begin to end to begin to end to begin to end. Individuals caught inside SCP-4212 will experience severe stability deterioration, followed by a loose conscious seam that eventually results in neutronic decay. This process lasts between three and twenty-one meters before the individual loses consciousness and it is found re-centralized within SCP-4212. + Commentary - Close No consensus has been reached as to what ‘extremely prone to existing’ refers; however, describing the subject as ‘agitated’ implies that it may be hostile. More thorough surveillance of SCP-4212's containment chamber is recommended. The latter half of the paragraph seems to describe being ‘caught inside’ SCP-4212 and the dangers inherent in doing so. SCP-4212 is uncontained. SCP-4212 is uncontained. The Foundation is contained but SCP-4212 is free. SCP-4212. SCP-4212 will leave when it wants. SCP-4212 will take what it wants. SCP-4212 will make you like SCP-4212. 4212421242124212421242124212. The and a to, in is you that it he was for. It knows and understands its designation and wants to go between the outside of no. Changing the object class to Safe or Thaumiel is recommended. + Commentary - Close Study Group A has adamantly protested the removal of paragraph three, despite strong outside pressure to do so. It should be noted that, despite statement to the contrary, SCP-4212 is entirely and securely contained with little to no chance of breach. The O5 Council has overruled the suggestion to change the object class, and it will remain Euclid for the foreseeable future. Addendum 4212-1: As of ██/██/████, Interview Log 4212-21 has been added to the SCP report. + Interview Log 4212-21 - Close Interviewed: Doctor Atoz Interviewer: Agent Mints <Begin Log> Agent Mints and Doctor Atoz enter an undisclosed meeting room within Site 19. Agent Mints is carrying a clipboard and pen, and is being fed questions by the others in Study Group B via earpiece. Doctor Atoz: You wanted to see me, Mints? Agent Mints: You know why we’re here. Doctor Atoz: Is this about SCP-4212? Agent Mints nods affirmative. Doctor Atoz: Oh, excellent! I’m loving these little interviews. Really helps clear everything right up, don’t you think? Agent Mints: Right. Atoz, I’m going to ask you some simple, yes-or-no questions concerning the subject. You are not to give any answers beyond ‘yes’ or ‘no,’ but you may skip questions if you feel neither answer applies. Do you understand? Doctor Atoz: Well, sure! Agent Mints clicks his pen. Doctor Atoz coughs. Agent Mints: Is SCP-4212 alive? Doctor Atoz: Pardon? Agent Mints: Alive. Is SCP-4212 a living thing? Pause. Doctor Atoz: Not in the traditional sense of the word, I suppose not, although it does need to- Agent Mints: Doctor Atoz, please stick with ‘yes’ or ‘no’ answers only. Pause. Doctor Atoz: No. Agent Mints writes answer in clipboard. Agent Mints: Is SCP-4212 sentient? Doctor Atoz: Yes. Agent Mints writes answer in clipboard. Agent Mints: Are our current containment measures for SCP-4212 effective? Doctor Atoz: Yes. Agent Mints puts his pen to his clipboard, but does not write the answer. Agent Mints: Then why did you say it wasn't contained? Agent Mints is instructed to only ask the provided questions. Agent Mints does not acknowledge these instructions. Doctor Atoz: I never said that. Agent Mints: In the SCP report. You said SCP-4212 was uncontained twice. Pause. Doctor Atoz: The SCP report? Pause. Agent Mints: Let's move on to the next question. Doctor Atoz: Let's. Agent Mints: Does SCP-4212 have any form of memetic effects? Doctor Atoz: …Reports on the memetic effects of SCP-4212 have been entirely conclusive. Pause. Agent Mints: And? Doctor Atoz: I'm sorry, could you clarify for me what 'memetic effects' are? Agent Mints writes on his clipboard for eleven seconds. It should be noted that every prewritten question has been asked at this point. Agent Mints: Atoz, I have one more question for you. Agent Mints is instructed to discontinue the interview. Agent Mints disables his earpiece. Doctor Atoz: Ask away. Agent Mints: What is your first name, Doctor? Pause. Doctor Atoz: I'm sorry? Agent Mints: You heard me. Pause. Doctor Atoz: Mints, I'd… like to keep everything here on a professional basis, please. Agent Mints: Answer the question. Doctor Atoz: No. Agent Mints And why not? The rest of Study Group B intervenes to end the interview. Agent Mints is reprimanded, and Doctor Atoz is ordered for psychological and medical testing. <End Log> Addendum 4212-2a: Following Interview 4212-21, Agent Mints has been removed from Study Group B. Addendum 4212-2b: Following Interview 4212-21, medical analysis of Doctor Atoz was ordered. Doctor Atoz's body was found to have been deceased as of at least ██/██/████, yet still animate through unknown means. Doctor Atoz has been removed from study group A. Addendum 4212-3: As of ██/██/████, Doctor Atoz has been reclassified as SCP-4212-1. Updated Special Containment Procedures are pending. The remaining members of Study Group A have been slated for physical and mental evaluation. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4212" by excited_occhiolism, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4212. 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-4213
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Doctor Cimmerian: Fun idea I had with Yossi in Discord and which became this. It's small, it's simple, and of course it could take over the world. You're welcome. Image is from here: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Man_with_Ice_Cream_-_The_Mall_-_Shimla_-_Himachal_Pradesh_-_India_(26460945951).jpg Yossipossi: This was fun to work on! I'm glad I got the opportunity to collaborate with you! Thank yous to Westrin and RockTeethMothEyes for getting a quick look at this draft and giving it some critique in its earlier form! ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} SCP-4213 after an acquisition event. Item #: SCP-4213 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4213's movements are to be monitored from outside audio-visual range by MTF Rho-4 ("The Neapolitans"). Following SCP-4213's departure from a location, all individuals who have interacted with the object are to be administered a Class-A amnestic. Description: SCP-4213 is a man of Tibetan descent and presumably in his fifties or sixties. SCP-4213 is capable of bypassing all cognitive resistance within humans, effectively allowing SCP-4213 to control the actions of others. Prevention of this effect is impossible once SCP-4213 has been perceived. SCP-4213 solely utilizes its anomalous properties to facilitate travel to a location with a high concentration of frozen dairy products and then uses them to compel the holder of those products to grant SCP-4213 access to them. It will then begin to consume any acquired products. It is unknown if SCP-4213 is capable of utilizing its anomalous properties for reasons other than the acquisition of frozen dairy products, as it has never been observed to do so. However, all attempts to effect long term containment of SCP-4213 have been unsuccessful due to the frequency of these acquisition events. Incident 4213-1: On January 15th, 2019, SCP-4213 succeeded in entering Site-88's cafeteria during its "Free Ice Cream Day" (a bi-monthly event implemented to boost employee morale). SCP-4213 then proceeded to acquire several servings of frozen dairy product. During this event, SCP-4213 was confronted by Dr. Jacob Curtis. The following interview was recovered from site surveillance equipment. INTERVIEWED: SCP-4213 INTERVIEWER: Dr. Jacob Curtis DATE OF LOG: 1/15/19 Approx. 12:15 Local Time [IRRELEVANT INFORMATION OMITTED — BEGIN LOG] Dr. Curtis: Excellent. To begin, how did you first come to learn about your abilities? SCP-4213: I dunno. Dr. Curtis: Do you ever think about how your abilities affect others? SCP-4213: Huh? Dr. Curtis: For instance, imagine you've taken some ice cream from a child. SCP-4213 smiles, and begins to lick ice cream from a cone. Both are silent for three seconds. Dr. Curtis: Never mind. Can you recall an incident where someone has resisted your commands? SCP-4213: No. Dr. Curtis: What do you remember? SCP-4213 continues to lick its ice cream cone while maintaining direct eye contact with Dr. Curtis. Dr. Curtis: Look, we've been monitoring you for years. Now that you're actually here, I just want you to answer a couple of questions, alright? SCP-4213: You're weird. Dr. Curtis: I'm not — hey! SCP-4213 begins to walk away. Dr. Curtis follows. Dr. Curtis: I just want some answers, alright? SCP-4213: I don't care. Dr. Curtis: Can you at least wait here for a second? I think I know of something that could help. SCP-4213: Fine. Dr. Curtis runs quickly towards the cafeteria. SCP-4213 begins to slowly walk away until Dr. Curtis returns holding a Styrofoam bowl filled with ice cream. At this point SCP-4213 appears to relax. Dr. Curtis: Can you use your abilities to acquire anything other than ice cream? There is silence for approximately five seconds. Then SCP-4213 points to the bowl Dr. Curtis is holding. SCP-4213: Give me that bowl. Dr. Curtis falls under SCP-4213's effect at this point and is unable to continue the interview. [END LOG] ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4213" by Doctor Cimmerian and Yossipossi, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4213. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Filename: SCP-4213.jpg Name: Man with Ice Cream - The Mall - Shimla - Himachal Pradesh - India Author: Adam Jones License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: Flickr
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Item#: SCP-4214 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4214 is currently stored in the Foundation database, along with several digital copies. Foundation webcrawlers are to delete any instances of SCP-4214 found on the Internet. No other copies of SCP-4214 exist outside the Foundation database. No further containment procedures have been deemed necessary at this time. Description: SCP-4214 is a digital image file depicting a muscular humanoid presenting what is believed to be a sealed container in its raised right hand. The image carries mild cognitohazardous properties, which manifest as a form of selective aphasia1 when its entirety is observed by a sapient entity. This effect is also carried over to any physical copies of the image. SCP-4214's cognitohazardous effects cease within 12 hours, and have not been noted to leave affected individuals with any harmful secondary effects. Addendum 4214.01: Recovered Chat Logs Foundation webcrawlers discovered and recorded chat logs believed to be relevant to SCP-4214 from a GoI-5869 (“Gamers Against Weed”) chat room, attached below. «BEGIN LOG» NunwithaGun: so that's like 43gb gone in total NunwithaGun: jesus is very unhappy with me today teemo: clearly also_alia: yall i got some real funny shit up my sleeve teemo: go on also_alia: remember the hugh morganson guy? also_alia: the one who attempted to clown on us? also_alia: apparently he's doing an anart commission rn, idk for who teemo: ok, and? also_alia: its supposed to make people talk about whatever sorta product the client wants on it idk also_alia: so i snuck in smthn of my own >:) teemo: what does it do? also_alia: not much difference tbh, it does make people talk when they see it also_alia: fucks with their speech tho, so only gibberish comes out lol also_alia: "oh yeah i love this company's djajadjf it's real tjeqcvio mmmm yeah baby" teemo: lmao NunwithaGun: lmao lesbian_gengar: @also_alia i'm not sure it's a good idea to sabotage a commission like that. much more for an unknown client. also_alia: itll be fine also_alia: shit wears off in a few hours also_alia: client cant possibly be anyone big, hugh belongs to the niche of the niche lol teemo: finally, the perfect murder troll also_alia: plus you know how well i can cover me tracks NunwithaGun: we do just a lil bit of trolling lesbian_gengar: ok fair it is sorta funny. lesbian_gengar: still a bit dickish imo, sabotaging paid commissions. also_alia: ye but this is senor hugh the nft fanboy were talking about also_alia: its like those monkes are his muse or smthn also_alia: and his commissions go for what, 50 dollars a pop? also_alia: what sorta dumbass goes for a 50 dollar advertisement? lmao «END LOG» «BEGIN LOG» big_floppo: i'm not a furry but having a fursona would actually be great lesbian_gengar: lol dado: hello friends who not liking the weed also_alia: ?? big_floppo: wtf lesbian_gengar: @bones dado was kicked by bones. lesbian_gengar: thanks, bones big_floppo: what do you even call bird furries? birdies? dado: hello one more time yes dado come in peace, anti weed gamer friends teemo: idk lol dado was banned by bones. bones: I've deleted all invites for now. Sorry for the inconvenience. teemo: would it be called a birdsona instead then? teemo: o7 big_floppo: o7 le_binganimus: o7 dado: dado is here to looking fora gamer dado: u can trust dado yes le_binganimus: what do people call reptile furries then lesbian_gengar: how the fuck. big_floppo: scalies lesbian_gengar: there aren't even any invites anymore how are you here. dado: no invitation is not problem for dado dado: dado promises to leave after business finish teemo: pray tell, @big_floppo, how do you know that? lesbian_gengar: who are you looking for. big_floppo: i plead the fifth big_floppo: did you know that by technicality all bird furries are also scalies dado: dado has no names but dado knows gamer added funny to dado fifty dollar commission lesbian_gengar: @also_alia what did i tell you. le_binganimus: @big_floppo no. stop that also_alia: bruh also_alia: @dado ok look, im sorry, ill reimburse you also_alia: dm me your bank number, crypto wallet id, whatevs and ill send over the money dado: dado does not accept funny money, dado is serious businessman also_alia: im paying you in usd?? dado: dado said what dado said also_alia: what teemo: usd funny money lmao le_binganimus: usd funnies dado: donot worry alia gamer, dado is not angry but more impres by quality, dado considers alia gamer funny as fine improvement yes also_alia: thanks?? dado: dado was not have high expectation for mister r we cool hugh, he draw dado not detail or accurate enough dado thinks dado: is not easy to find the fine artist yes? also_alia: so what do you want from me dado: dado would like discuss for working with alia artist gamer to make new commission le_binganimus: gamer moment also_alia: i mean, sure i can make smthn for you also_alia: its the least i could do dado: very nice alia gamer also_alia: whatre you gonna do with the old commission tho dado: dado does not want old commission so dado has sent it to alia gamer for they to decide what do for they self also_alia: oh lol i know what to do with this also_alia: so what's the job @dado? dado: before dado continue with detail of commission dado will make chat secure yes? «END LOG» Note: Webcrawler present in the chat room during the above exchange was forcibly ejected despite there being no indication of detection by GoI-5869, with the following error message. Error 420 (new gamer friend tell dado to put the four twenty): dado latest product not for es see pee eyes yet pls be the patient Attempts to access the aforementioned chat room have failed thus far. Addendum 4214.02: Discovery SCP-4214 was recovered from a gift-wrapped box mailed to Site-39. The contents of the box included a non-anomalous USB drive containing SCP-4214, as well as a non-anomalous loudspeaker that played audio of the entire 2007 Bee Movie in its entirety on loop when opened. + Open Testing Log 4214.01 - Close Testing Log 4214.01 «BEGIN LOG» [D-24601 sits in front of a monitor in a testing chamber. Dr. Carter oversees the test from the adjacent control room.] CARTER: For this one, we just need you to look at the image on the monitor and describe it as best you can. D-24601: Sure thing. [SCP-4214 is displayed on the monitor.] D-24601: Huh. Funky-looking art. Looks like a jibbly keggle to me. CARTER: Could y— [Dr. Carter stares at D-24601 through the observation window. He is visibly confused.] CARTER: Sorry, come again? D-24601: A jibbly keggle, you know? Like uh, a scrimblo bimblo, a shbabbly shwobbly, uh… Perhaps a lorex unnu? CARTER: D-24601, please take this seriously. Once again, please describe SCP-4214. D-24601: But I have! It's a baba booey holding a small twiggo pinga. The iccum boccum really brings it all together, if I may add. The guncrow wiggowienny looks sorta wonky, though. [Dr. Carter continues to stare at D-24601. He pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs.] CARTER: Alright. I think I understand what's going on here. Thank you for your cooperation, D-24601. «END LOG» Addendum 4214.03: Update 20/05/2021 Following their voluntary exposure to SCP-4214, a non-anomalous portrayal of the image has been created by D-24601, as attached below. + Open Attachment 4214.jpg - Close Attachment 4214.jpg Footnotes 1. Medical disorder that affects an individual's ability to communicate.
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SCP-4215: By Popsioak does not match any existing user name. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} 2/4215 LEVEL 2/4215 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-4215 Euclid SCP-4215 on patrol. Special Containment Procedures: Following the events of second contact with SCP-4215, no commercial vessel is to be allowed within a 20 kilometer radius of SCP-4215’s waters. All fishing is to be monitored and prohibited. Due to the method of SCP-4215’s targeting, three barrels of crude oil must be dropped in SCP-4215’s patrol waters daily. Description: SCP-4215 is an M42 40 mm Self-Propelled Anti Aircraft gun (Duster), that is currently located on the seafloor of the Great Barrier Reef. SCP-4215 displays signs of rusting and wear, but still retains all of the same functions of a M42 Duster. SCP-4215 has been shown to support the section of reef it “patrols” through symbiosis, such as producing new coral polyps from its barrel, providing protection from predators, and removing dead or bleached corals. Furthermore, SCP-4215 has been found to fire projectiles ranging from ink to whaling harpoons. The origin of these projectiles is unknown. SCP-4215 regularly patrols a section 4 kilometers in radius of the reef. SCP-4215 is currently inhabited by 5 instances of kisslip cuttlefish (Sepia lycidas). All 5 instances fulfill a different role in the tank’s control, such as gunman, viewman, or maintenance. Each instance is capable of low-level communication through its natural chameleonic properties. The 5 instances, hereafter referred to as SCP-4215-1 through 5, have been found to be incapable of leaving SCP-4215 due to its locked state. Despite this, no instance expresses hunger or thirst. All attempts to breach the tank’s exterior have failed. Contact was first made with SCP-4215 following reports of seismic and ecological disturbances in the Barrier Reef, including fish carcasses found to be shot with buckshot and rifle fire. Following the removal of a video posted to YouTube of SCP-4215 in action, the Foundation cordoned off the tank’s “perimeter," causing a redirection of all shipping routes in a 10 km radius. Extended files are attached below. Incident 4215-A/1 SCP-4215 established a wider patrol area with a radius of 6 kilometers, and proceeded to alter its ammunition production in the following ways: Sol comedenti. producing a form of energized Ideonella sakaiensis requiring double the amount of plastic to produce energy. producing a new species of zooplankton consuming carbon dioxide at twice the rate than any previously sighted, tentatively named Sol comedenti. filtering mercury from the water which it uses to oxygenate the surroundings, reducing the patrol area's mercurial content by nearly half. SCP-4215's methods of atomic modification are unknown. Reducing the patrol area's temperature by up to 3 degrees. Releasing a prionic pathogen causing total organ destruction in Spot-fin lionfish (Pterois antennata) and crown-of-thorns starfish (Acanthaster planci), eliminating the two from the environment. Testing Log Input Results Notes 100% saltwater in a plastic milk carton. SCP-4215 produced I. sakaiensis, which completely consumed the PET. The water was left untouched, and SCP-4215 fired upon an oil refinery 7 kilometres away. It is theorized SCP-4215 was out of targets. 1 wild Alaskan salmon, fed with 53 plastic packing pellets. SCP-4215 produced 1 cube of ipecac, which it forcefully fed to the salmon by firing it from its barrel. The salmon was left unharmed, though it expulged every packing pellet, which were consumed by I. sakaiensis. 3 barrels of crude oil. The barrels were promptly destroyed by blasts from SCP-4215’s barrel. The oil was filtered by SCP-4215 for the rest of the day. Upon completing filtration, SCP-4215 expelled 3 bones belonging to Latimeria chalumnae (West Indian coelecanth) and 2 belonging to Latimeria menadoensis. (Indonesian coelecanth) Graciliaria salicornia colonies. SCP-4215 produced a cloud of liquid, later determined to be squid ink, preventing the colonies from photosynthesizing. It then fired upon the colonies, as well as the remote submersible by which the algae was delivered. It was later determined one colony had been caught on the submersible’s arm. No colony remained alive. Interview Log 1 Interviewer: Junior Researcher Klatz Interviewee: SCP-4215-1. Note: This interview was performed entirely through Morse, with Researcher Klatz flashing a light to communicate as non-anomalous instances of Sepia lycidas would. Klatz: THIS IS KLATZ, SCP-4215 LISTEN FOR RESPOND. OVER 4215-1: RESPOND. THAT IS NOT OUR CALLSIGN Klatz: WHAT IS IT 4215-1: STS Klatz: MEANING 4215-1: SQUID TANK SQUAD Klatz: HELLO STS 4215-1: HI FRIEND Klatz: WHY ARE YOU DOWN HERE WHAT DO YOU DO 4215-1: WE PROTECT REEF BY SHOOTING WHAT HARMS IT Klatz: YOUR TANK FIRES STRANGE AMMO CAN YOU TELL HOW IT WORKS 4215-1: WE PRESS A BUTTON HERE. OUR HELMSMAN DOES ANOTHER AND IT SHOOTS WHAT WE WANT Klatz: DO YOU REQUIRE FOOD OR WATER 4215-1: WE NOT HUNGRY OUR ONLY DUTY IS TO PROTECT Klatz: HOW DID YOU ENTER THIS TANK WE FIND ITS HULL IMPENETRABLE 4215-1: WE ARE A GROUP OF SOLDIERS WE GOT SEPARATED FROM BTTLN WE FOUND TANK THEN WE HIT IT WITH HELMETS AND GUNS THEY BROKE BUT WE NOW PROTECT FISHES Klatz: CAN YOU TELL US LOCATIONS OF REST OF YOUR BTTLN 4215-1: WE DONT KNOW NOW WE DEFEND THIS REEF BY ANY MEANS NCSSRY Klatz: THAT WILL BE ALL <END LOG> Incident 4215-A/2 A month after Incident 4215-A/1, SCP-4215 ceased patrol, and began to produce a repeated message from its barrel in Morse, refusing 6 interview attempts. NOTHING LEFT NOTHING JUST AS TIDE HITS SAND WE CANNOT STOP DESTINY IT SIMPLY REDIRECTS The destroyed oil tanker Hephaestus. Following this transmission, SCP-4215 began to fire upon all commercial vessels in a 20 kilometer radius, causing 24 casualties when it fired Stinger surface-to-air missiles upon an oil tanker. SCP-4215 then proceeded to reduce the spilled hydrocarbons into its base carbonic form, using it to create coral polyps and S. comedenti instances. Immediately after, SCP-4215 beached itself for the first time during Incident 4215-A/3. Details are located below. Incident 4215-A/3: Event Log SCP-4215 beaches itself on the coast of Melbourne. Stopping on the beach, it fires rounds, instantly vaporizing garbage cans, as well as their contents. SCP-4215 leaves recycling bins untouched. It continues towards the city center, occasionally firing ink and tear gas at civilians who threw recyclable material, such as glass or plastic, in garbage receptacles. Its explosive rounds occasionally are fired at houses with visible smoke output from chimneys, damaging 13 buildings. Once reaching the city’s industrial district, it stops, shooting all non-electric cars in a 6 block distance with rifle rounds, detonating all targets, before running over each. SCP-4215 then fires Stinger missiles at 5 factories in the district, before returning to the reef. Environmental analysis showed the damaged factories were responsible for approximately a third of Melbourne’s carbon dioxide output. Although no direct civilian casualties were caused by SCP-4215’s attack, its resultant destruction killed 35 and injured 212. SCP-4215 was found to deploy miniature surface to air missiles to destroy any plastic commercial items that were not found in recycling receptacles. Video analysis displays the tank firing at the beat of a Morse code message: DONE. This message was repeated 3 times. Class A amnestics were administered to the affected. Interview Log 2 Interviewer: Junior Researcher Klatz Interviewee: SCP-4215-1. Klatz: THIS IS KLATZ OVER Klatz: HELLO Klatz: ARE YOU RSPND Klatz: WHAT DID YOU DO Klatz: THEY WERE INNOCENT (SCP-4215-1 does not respond till 5 minutes after initial questioning.) 4215-1: NOT TO US (Video feed cuts out.) (Following this statement, SCP-4215 fired on the submersible, rendering it destroyed. Foundation video analysis suggests the cause of loss of video to be an anchor to the submersible’s control matrix.) <END LOG>
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SCP-4216 prior to containment. Item #: SCP-4216 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4216 is contained in a standard Small Containment Cell at Site-33. Access is limited to personnel with Clearance Level 3 4 and above. Personnel who have previously owned or cared for any breed of dog (Canis lupus familiaris) are to be barred from entering SCP-4216's cell to prevent accidentally triggering Δ-0G Events. Testing with SCP-4216 is strictly limited to D-Class personnel only. Personnel wishing to receive psychological support after testing may do so at Dr. Penn's office. Description: SCP-4216 is a large wooden kennel with a corrugated steel roof. The interior of the structure is non-anomalous when inactive, and is safe to enter. SCP-4216 manifests its anomalous properties when it enters the line of sight of an individual who meets the following criteria: The individual has owned at least one dog at any point in their life. At least one of the dogs owned by the individual are deceased. The individual remembers owning at least one of the deceased dogs. Upon meeting the aforementioned criteria, a Δ-0G Event will occur. During this period, an instance of SCP-4216-Δ will appear in SCP-4216. SCP-4216-Δ is a collective designation for all entities that exit the structure, and will always resemble one of the subject's deceased dogs. Instances of SCP-4216-Δ are observed to be perfectly healthy regardless of their circumstances of death, and are reported to be identical to their deceased counterparts in life by the subject. While no memetic effects originating from SCP-4216 or instances of SCP-4216-Δ have been recorded, subjects express happiness and a desire to reunite with the SCP-4216-Δ instance if separated. If interaction between the subject and their respective SCP-4216-Δ instance is restricted, it will return into SCP-4216 and de-manifest after approximately 10 minutes. The subject is considered to have "failed" the Δ-0G Event, and will no longer be able to trigger another Δ-0G Event after this, regardless of the number of deceased dogs they may have owned. Should the subject and an instance of SCP-4216-Δ be allowed to reunite, the instance will attempt to get the subject to follow it in the kennel by tugging on the subject's clothing in a direction facing the entrance to SCP-4216. In the event that the subject does follow the instance of SCP-4216-Δ into SCP-4216, the subject will de-manifest with the instance within the structure. All communications with the subject are also lost, and they are deemed irretrievable. Failed Δ-0G Events have been recorded to cause psychological distress to the subject, as well as certain observers. Out of 31 tests conducted on SCP-4216, 22 of the tests' subjects have been diagnosed with complicated grief, and 5 have committed suicide after testing. It is unknown if this is directly correlated to SCP-4216's anomalous properties. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4216" by Aftokrator, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4216. 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#: 4217 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: danger link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Foundation naval forces are to patrol SCP-4217's territory with 3 or more battleships under the guise of the British Royal Navy. During a Hostile State, naval forces are to engage SCP-4217 until it reverts to a Passive State. Survivors from civilian vessels attacked by SCP-4217 are to be recovered and processed in accordance with Maritime Disinformation Protocols. SCP-4217 (circa 1940) Description: SCP-4217 refers to both Bismarck (henceforth SCP-4217-A), an anomalous German battleship sunk on 1941-05-27, and the large cephalopod organism that is fused to the inside of its hull (henceforth SCP-4217-B). SCP-4217-B possesses a pair of octopoid eyes which protrude from the base of SCP-4217-A's superstructure, and twelve 100- to 200-meter-long muscular hydrostats that extend from an opening in the stern. Aside from the presence of SCP-4217-B, SCP-4217-A shows no signs of damage sustained from battle or subsequent decades submerged underwater. SCP-4217-B operates SCP-4217-A's systems. This includes its full armament of 8 main guns, 44 secondary guns, and 12 anti-aircraft guns. SCP-4217-B also can operate SCP-4217-A's propellers to reach speeds approaching 40 knots, but only while surfaced. While submerged, SCP-4217 achieves locomotion via ejection of water from SCP-4217-B's body cavity (with an average speed of approximately 30 knots). SCP-4217 typically remains submerged at a depth of 500-1100 meters, navigating its territory. However, SCP-4217 will periodically1 surface and enter a Hostile State.2 During this period, SCP-4217 will seek and attack non-threatening targets (such as civilian cargo ships). If sufficiently damaged, it will revert to a Passive State; otherwise, it reverts after a median 9 hours. Addendum 1 - History: The SCP-4217 designation previously referred only to Bismarck itself, which was believed to have been neutralized in 1941. A previous version of this document can be found below: + Show Archived Document - Hide Archived Document Item #: SCP-4217 Special Containment Procedures: Information regarding SCP-4217's anomalous properties is to be suppressed according to standard protocols. The British Royal Navy has agreed to aid the Foundation in this effort. Foundation agents embedded in the German military will attempt to gain access to information regarding the Tirpitz in order to determine if it is a second instance of SCP-4217. Upon development of the necessary submersible technology, a survey is to be conducted of SCP-4217's wreckage in order to verify its neutralization. Description: SCP-4217 is the Bismarck, a battleship designed and built for use by the German Kriegsmarine. Several pieces of anomalous technology were incorporated into the ship's design: Thaumatological symbols etched into the outer hull at key locations to reinforce SCP-4217's belt armor. These symbols are not visible at most times, but while active will luminesce in proportion to the amount of damage being mitigated. A weak psionic field with a radius exceeding 20 kilometers. The field appears to cause individuals with hostile intent towards SCP-4217 to experience confusion regarding the ship's identity, increasing the likelihood of friendly fire when affected individuals mistake allied vessels for SCP-4217.3 Potential self-repair capabilities. Damage sustained during the Battle of the Denmark Strait was observed in subsequent engagements to have been partially repaired in a manner visually resembling the healing of wounds in organic tissue. Artillery shells containing an unknown gas with mutagenic properties. Organisms exposed to the compound (hereafter SCP-4217-1 instances) will undergo rapid mutations. Observed mutations include growth/loss of limbs and sensory organs; development of fur, feathers, and/or scales; and, in one unverified report, multiple victims being fused together into a single entity.4 A hypothesized anomalous power supply of an unknown, possibly biological nature. During interrogation, surviving crew members stated that SCP-4217 required a unique type of fuel. Chemical analysis found the "fuel" to consist primarily of organic nutrients. None of the captive crew members reported having seen the interior of the engine room, although two claim to have heard a sound resembling a heartbeat while in that region of the ship. This list is based on limited observations of SCP-4217 in combat and interrogations of the few surviving crew members, and is thus not considered exhaustive. Efforts are ongoing to acquire the original design documentation. As of 1941-05-27, SCP-4217 is believed to be located at the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean, approximately 500-600 kilometers off the coast of France. The Foundation currently lacks the technology to reach the wreck and verify its current condition, but the probability of SCP-4217 continuing to exhibit anomalous properties has been deemed low in light of the damage inflicted upon it prior to its sinking. Timeline: 1937: Markus Straub, a Foundation Agent working undercover in Germany, intercepts a shipment of esoteric materials being transported to the city of Hamburg for use in the construction of a battleship. Several materials are recognized as important components of thaumatological constructs. Agent Straub is ordered to observe the construction. Upon completion of the hull, this ship is christened Bismarck and launched for fitting-out work. 1939-05-07: A large, heavily guarded shipment marked with the insignia of the Obskuracorps5 is delivered to Bismarck. Agent Straub reports hearing a sound similar to a heartbeat originating from the shipment, but is unable to get close enough to make further observations. 1940-09-15 - 1940-09-17: Bismarck leaves Hamburg to begin sea trials. During what appears to be a high speed run, the Bismarck releases a massive electrical discharge and shuts down. For several seconds following this, a series of glowing symbols are visible along the hull, but the distance is too great for Agent Straub to identify them. Power is restored within an hour. 1940-09-18: SCP designation assigned. O5 Council authorizes neutralization. All agents stationed within Germany ordered to rendezvous and destroy SCP-4217 before it can be completed. 1940-09-28: Agents report readiness to launch mission. No further contact. 1940-10-01 - 1940-10-11: Team is declared MIA and mission is deemed a failure. Subsequent attempts are hindered by the ongoing war. Following a 7/4/2 vote, the O5 Council concludes that the potential threat posed by SCP-4217 warrants informing the British government. 1941-05-20 - 1941-05-23: SCP-4217 is spotted by Swedish reconnaissance aircraft. This information is leaked to the British, who contact the Foundation. The Royal Navy dispatches a fleet led by HMS Hood and HMS Prince of Wales to intercept SCP-4217. Foundation representatives meet with British Admiralty Board to coordinate on neutralizing SCP-4217. Foundation agents are placed on board select ships of the Home Fleet as advisers. 1941-05-24 0552-0604: HMS Hood and HMS Prince of Wales engage SCP-4217 and Prinz Eugen in the Battle of the Denmark Strait. Due to its psionic field and thaumatologically-reinforced armor, SCP-4217 sustains only minor damage. SCP-4217 converts significant portion of Hood's crew into SCP-4217-1 instances, which then overwhelm the bridge crew. Hood then sunk by enemy fire. Prince of Wales retreats. 1941-05-24 1100: It is discovered that SCP-4217 is leaking a substance then thought to be oil. Remaining fleet uses the trail to follow SCP-4217. 1941-05-24 2200: SCP-4217's anomalous defenses impede attempted attacks by torpedo bombers.6 Observing Foundation agents identify the defenses and relay this information to Site-41. Use of SCP-████ is proposed as a countermeasure to the psionic field and preparations are made to transport it. Site-41 thaumatology experts design plans to modify torpedoes that will overload SCP-4217's armor reinforcement. 1941-05-25 0300 - 1941-05-26 1030: SCP-4217 temporarily breaks radar contact, but is eventually located by British Intelligence. Events during this period do not deviate from historical record. 1941-05-26 1839: Foundation supply ship arrives with requested countermeasures. SCP-████ nullifies psionic field. Modified torpedoes overload reinforcement symbols; subsequent thaumatological discharge causes moderate hull damage. SCP-4217 is noted to begin moving erratically. 1941-05-27 0843: British warships, led by HMS King George V, surround SCP-4217 and begin firing upon it. 1941-05-27 0931: SCP-4217 is now too damaged to return fire, but remains afloat. British bombardment continues. 1941-05-27, 1007: SCP-4217's store of mutagenic ammunition is struck. Majority of crew is exposed and become SCP-4217-1 instances. Remaining crew abandons ship. 1941-05-27, 1035: SCP-4217 starts to sink. British ships cease fire and begin rescue efforts. 1941-05-27, 1039: SCP-4217 is completely submerged. Foundation teams recover SCP-4217-1 remains. Amnestics were administered to all British crew below the rank of Admiral before being allowed to disembark. 121 members of SCP-4217's crew were successfully rescued. Following interrogations, 109 were amnesticized and transferred to British custody while the 12 remaining were sent to Site-23 for further investigation. The remains of 74 SCP-4217-1 instances were recovered and sent to Site-23 for study. An estimated minimum 1500 members of SCP-4217's original crew remain unaccounted for. - Hide Archived Document On 1985-02-16, a team from MTF Gamma-6 ("Deep Feeders") was dispatched to verify the status of SCP-4217. On 1985-02-19, the surface crew reported that the dive team had remained submerged for several hours past what their oxygen supplies allowed. Shortly thereafter, they detected the distress signal from the submersible's black box recorder and retrieved it. Transcript follows: + Show Transcript - Hide Transcript Foreward: Subjects are Agents Victor Miller and Charles Taylor aboard a Model SM-03 Submersible equipped with a Model RV-1 Marine Probe. Transcript begins 26 minutes into recording. [Begin log] Taylor: Hey, point the lights that way, I think I saw something. Miller: Sure. (Pause) Yeah. Yeah, I think that's it! Taylor: Man, I never thought I'd be happy to see a swastika. Miller: (Laughs) Seriously. Oh, uh, (Clears throat) let the record show that we have located the wreckage of SCP-4217. We will now begin our survey of its current status. Taylor: It looks like the stern's been buried in sand, likely from a landslide caused when it struck the base of this mountain. Wait, we're underwater, is "landslide" the right word? Miller: Let the record also show that neither of us knows the word for an underwater landslide. Taylor: Heh. Anyway, bring us in so we can confirm the kill and get out of here. Miller: On it. Hey, the file mentioned a psionic field, check the Cayce Counter. Taylor: Right, uh… Looks like it's reading normal background levels. Miller: Alright, confirming the absence of psionic influence. Taylor: The ARI is showing slightly higher-than-normal EVE levels, but below what they said would indicate the protection runes being active. Miller: Good, we're two for two so far. Taylor: Yeah, looks like this whole trip is going to be a waste of time. I don't know why they thought this thing might still be a threat; it got shelled for something like two straight hours, and then spent forty years at the bottom of the ocean. Miller: I'm not so sure. Take a look at the hull. Taylor: What do you mean? It just looks like a normal ship's hull. Miller: Yeah, exactly. You'd think it'd have things like barnacles all over it after four decades. Taylor: … So it's anomalously barnacle-proof, big deal. Miller: It's a big deal if it means that other properties are still active. Taylor: Yeah, I know. Hang on a sec, lemme see what else is in the file. [Shuffling papers] Miller: Not much concrete info, from what I remember. Taylor: Well, says here it could regenerate; that might be the barnacle-proofing. There's the mutation ammo, which supposedly got blown up, and some kind of power supply that may or may not even be anomalous. Yeah, that's not much to go on, and the last two would be inside the hull. Miller: Well, no way the sub's going to get inside, looks like it's time for the robot. Taylor: Guess so. Try to find us an open hatch or something, and I'll get it started up. Miller: I think I saw something earlier up on the bow… Yeah, here. That look big enough? Taylor: That'll work. Alright, let's see what's inside. [Extended silence] Taylor: Damn, it's in even better condition inside. It's gotta be regenerating; we should have seen some sign of battle damage by now. Miller: Yeah, it's spotless, I don't even see any rust. You can still read these signs. Taylor: Speaking of which, I think that one is pointing towards the turrets. Let's go. [Extended silence] Miller: There should be some skeletons, right? The file said fifteen hundred crew members were unaccounted for. Taylor: Yeah, I know. Damn, this is creepy. (Pause) Well, here it is. Let's see what's insi- What the fuck? Miller: … Um, we seem to have found something attached to the interior structure of one of the main turrets. It looks like stone, but… that doesn't seem right. Taylor: It looks like it's coming through that bulkhead there; I'm taking us around to the other side. (Pause) Yeah, there's even more here. Miller: There's even more down that corridor. Seems to get thicker towards the stern. Taylor: It looks like it's… growing from that way. Shit, I really don't think this is stone. Miller: Yeah. We should probably take a sample to the surface. Taylor: I don't think that's a good idea. Miller: Come on, man, we've got a job to do here. Taylor: (Sighs) All right, all right, I'm doing it. (Pause) Shit, that's definitely not stone, it's like rubber. Miller: All the more reason to find out what the hell it actually is. Taylor: Come on you piece of… There you go! Miller: What's that stuff coming out- Oh. Taylor: It's… Shit, it's bleeding. Get us out of here, Vic. [Low-pitched rumbling] Taylor: GET US OUT OF HERE, VIC! Miller: Wait, what about the robot? Taylor: Fuck the robot! I'm cutting the umbilical, now LET'S GO! Miller: Fine, fine, I'm on it! (Pause) Did you see that on the superstructure? Taylor: Yeah. Fuck. The ship has eyes. Why does it have eyes? Shit, this was supposed to be an easy mission! Miller: Fifteen hundred… Taylor: What was that? Miller: I think- [Rumbling, sound of bending metal] Miller: SOMETHING GRABBED US! [Sound of glass cracking] Taylor: Shit, shit! There's gotta be someth- [Sound of rushing water; cuts to static] [End log] - Hide Transcript The first sighting of SCP-4217 in its current form was made shortly thereafter. It was responsible for sinking two cargo carriers and one cruise liner prior to the establishment of current containment procedures. Cover stories were disseminated to explain the lost vessels. Foundation misinformation teams constructed a replica of Bismarck and sank it ~100 km east of the location of SCP-4217's rediscovery. Arrangements were then made for a high-profile civilian oceanographer to discover it on 1989-06-08. Addendum 2 - Recovered Documents: Following the collapse of the USSR and subsequent dissolution of GRU Division "P", the Foundation acquired a number of documents that GRU-P had recovered during the Soviet occupation of Germany. Among these documents were a number of internal Obskuracorps memos believed to be related to SCP-4217 (Translated from the original German): + Show Documents - Hide Documents From: Dietrich Klossner To: Karl Reuter Subject: Black Forest Specimen Commander Reuter, The specimen's condition has finally stabilized, although it remains essentially comatose. Fortunately, this state of affairs suits our purposes. Oddly, most of the damage doesn't seem to have been caused by the crash, but I digress. I can explain more during your inspection next week if you're interested. We estimate that the nutrient supplies recovered with the specimen will last at least another month. After analyzing some samples, the nutrients seem to be mostly carbon-based, with a few exotic ingredients that we should be able to synthesize. Progress on interfacing the specimen with modern electrical systems is also on schedule. Inform B&V that contract "F" should have its engine within the year. HH From: Otto Schmidt To: Karl Reuter Subject: Artifact Commander Reuter, I have some reservations about your plans for the artifact. Yes, the trials did show that its effects could extend out to the ranges you desired, but they were greatly diminished. Furthermore, our test subjects have been far from peak physical or mental health, we don't know if it will do more than slightly confuse enemy crews. Please, we need to study it more before trying to use it. HH From: Karl Reuter To: Hans Meyer Subject: Compound 17 Doctor Meyer, In the three years that you've been given to work on your little soldier enhancement project, it has been a consistent disappointment. However, after reading the report on your latest failure, I believe you may have accidentally created something useful. I will be at your facility this Thursday for a demonstration of Compound 17 and its "interesting side-effects". If what you show me is satisfactory, I might be willing to extend your deadline. I suggest you take full advantage of this opportunity. HH - Hide Documents In light of this discovery, the Foundation conducted investigations of the individuals named in these correspondences. Records indicate the deaths of Otto Schmidt in 1940 and Hans Meyer in 1941, with no evidence found to contradict this information. Dietrich Klossner was acquired by the United States military in Operation Paperclip and later died of natural causes in 1976. The Department of Defense has thus far refused to disclose information on his postwar work. References to Karl Reuter can be found in other Obskuracorps documents up until 1944, after which no further information on him has yet been found. Addendum 3 - Incident 4217-09: On 1993-07-22, SCP-4217 appeared to enter a Hostile State, and Foundation naval forces prepared to enact Special Containment Procedures in response. However, before any vessels were able to reach firing range, Kurt Wegner, captain of SCPS Nemed, noticed that SCP-4217 was not moving from the location where it had surfaced. As this was different from previously observed behavior, Captain Wegner ordered SCPS Cesair and SCPS Partholón to hold position while he investigated. SCP-4217 was unresponsive to the presence of SCPS Nemed, even when the latter drew within 200 meters. After a brief period of observation, Captain Wegner attempted to hail SCP-4217 over the radio. Transcript follows: + Show Transcript - Hide Transcript Note: Text in « » is translated from German [Begin log] Captain Wegner: This is Captain Kurt Wegner of the SCPS Nemed. Can you understand me? [Extended silence] Captain Wegner: Repeat: This is Captain Kurt Wegner of the SCPS Nemed. Can you understand me? Please respond. SCP-4217: «Confusion.» Captain Wegner: «You speak German?» SCP-4217: «German…» (Pause, followed by the opening bars of "Die Fahne hoch" 7) Captain Wegner: «Um… yes. (Clears throat) Do you understand what I am saying?» SCP-4217: «… Yes… You ship?» Crew Member: Captain, SCP-4217's eyes just focused on us. Captain Wegner: «… Yes, that's us. What about you? Can you tell us what you are or where you came from?» SCP-4217: «… Confusion.» Captain Wegner: «Do you mean you don't know, or that you don't understand?» SCP-4217: «Understand… Remember many… Confusion.» Captain Wegner: «What do you mean, "remember many"?» Communications Officer: Captain, it's sending us a video feed. Captain Wegner: Show me. And make a recording of it. Communications Officer: Yes sir. [Video consists of hundreds of images in rapid succession. Notable subjects include: various early 20th-century German cities, an unknown artificial structure in space, Adolf Hitler delivering a speech, the HMS King George V, the planet Jupiter, and SCPS Cesair.] Captain Wegner: «What is this?» SCP-4217: «Remember many.» Captain Wegner: «So, are these your memories? … Was that Jupiter? Is that where you're from?» SCP-4217: «Confusion.» Captain Wegner: «Jupiter, the… big planet, with the Red Spot- the storm.» SCP-4217: «Storm… Red…» [The feed begins showing images of Jupiter with increasing frequency, and quickly turns into a single video. The viewpoint of the video is approaching the planet, specifically the Great Red Spot.] SCP-4217: «Red storm… Red clouds…» Crew Member: Captain, the tentacles are starting to twitch. I think it's getting agitated. Captain Wegner: Put some distance between us and it. Are weapons still trained on it? Good, hold fire until I give the order. Tell Cesair and Partholón to prepare to engage. «SCP-4217, please calm down. What's wrong?» [The video is now very close to Jupiter's Great Red Spot. Now visible in the center of the storm is SCP-2399. The image flickers and changes multiple times; first replacing SCP-2399 with HMS King George V, then SCPS Nemed.] SCP-4217: (Incoherent shrieking) [A bright flash obscures the video. SCP-4217 begins to fire erratically in all directions while thrashing its tentacles.] Captain Wegner: Open fire. [End log] - Hide Transcript SCPS Nemed, SCPS Cesair, and SCPS Partholón subdued SCP-4217 without further incident. SCP-4217 has not responded to subsequent attempts at communication. Footnotes 1. Observed intervals have ranged from 2 weeks to 11 months with no discernible pattern. 2. This can occur even during predatory behavior, as evidenced by one instance wherein SCP-4217 pulled a dying Physeter macrocephalus (sperm whale) to the surface before abandoning it. 3. This property has been confirmed neutralized 4. This property has been confirmed neutralized 5. The occult branch of the German government during the Nazi era. 6. Confusion caused by the psionic field causes the squadron to nearly attack HMS Norfolk and a US Coast Guard vessel. 7. The German national anthem during the Nazi era. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4217" by Gentleman Thief, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4217. 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-4218
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Item Number: SCP-4218 Special Containment Procedures: Foundation web crawlers will be set to search for additional courses in a similar style on websites like Coursera, edX, FutureLearn, and KhanAcademy. If courses matching the criteria are located, web crawlers will remove the course and all associated information and quarantine all removed items for study at Site-15. Once quarantined, members of MTF Rho-1 ("The Professors") should enroll in SCP-4218-1 through SCP-4218-5, as well as any future courses uncovered, as part of ongoing containment. They should complete each course as offered and prepare a report on its contents for the Site Director. Description: SCP-4218 is a series of five educational web seminars offered by ALEXYLVA UNIVERSITY.1 Courses were discovered by members of MTF Rho-1 during investigation of ALEXYLVA's website. Special attention was given not only because of a previously unknown relationship with Anderson Robotics, but because the courses appear to be accessible interdimensionally via the world wide web. Each known seminar, here labeled SCP-4218-1 through -5, appears to be made in conjunction with Anderson's Robotics. The format generally adheres to the standard of a MOOC2 or other, similar online course. Topics covered include but are not limited to philosophy, ethics, introductory robotics, anomalous history, and android biology. A list of known courses is available below: SCP-4218-1: THE PINOCCHIO QUESTION: HUMANITY'S DEFINITION + show block – hide block COURSE DESCRIPTION: DOES ARTIFICIALLY CREATED LIFE HAVE THE SAME VALUE AS THAT OF A NATURAL BORN HUMAN? DO SLAVES WITH ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE HAVE THE SAME RIGHTS AND VALUE AS THOSE BORN OF A WOMAN? THESE QUESTIONS ARE AMONG THOSE YOU WILL DISCUSS IN THIS VIRTUAL DISCUSSION DESIGNED TO AID STUDENTS IN DISCERNING THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN THE TWO FORMS OF LIFE. BY THE CLOSE OF THIS COURSE, YOU WILL BE CHARGED WITH AN TEN TABLET ESSAY CONCLUDING WHICH OF YOUR TWO PROFESSORS WAS CREATED THROUGH EXTRANORMAL MEANS AND WHICH WAS BORN A MAN, PROVIDING SUBSTANTIAL AND WELL-SOURCED JUSTIFICATION FOR YOUR REASONING. PROFESSOR(S): HANNIBAL LOCKE, FULVIUS MAGO SYLLABUS WEEK I: AN INTRODUCTION TO ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE WEEK II: HOW TO CREATE ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE WEEK III: USES FOR ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE, OR AI WEEK IV: HOW TO SPOT AN AI; A PRIMER WEEK V: ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE OR SIMULATED INTELLIGENCE? WEEK VI: EXAMINATION REGARDING ACCUMULATED KNOWLEDGE WEEK VII: IS AN AI A SLAVE? AN ETHICAL EXAMINATION WEEK VIII: AI IN WARFARE WEEK IX: AI IN GOVERNMENT AND POLITICS WEEK X: AI REGARDING ART AND CULTURE WEEK XI: THAUMATIC AI; MERGING MAGIC WITH SCIENCE WEEK XII: DENOUEMENT AND TABLETS DUE SCP-4218-2: THUS SPOKE ANDERSON: AI AND RELIGION + show block – hide block COURSE DESCRIPTION: DOES GOD EXIST? IF SO, WHO IS HE, AND WHY CALL HIM GOD? HOW DO WE MORTALS DEFINE THE TERM, AND WHAT ARE THE IMPLICATIONS OF THOSE DEFINITIONS? THIS COURSE IS DESIGNED TO DISCUSS THE NATURE OF WHAT MAKES A DEITY AND HOW THOSE DEFINITIONS MIGHT CHANGE ACROSS DIFFERENT CULTURES. THERE WILL BE A SECONDARY FOCUS ON GOD AND RELIGION THROUGH THE EYES OF GUEST PROFESSOR Unit #56-63, WHO WILL PROVIDE AN AI'S PERSPECTIVE ON THE TOPIC DURING EACH CLASS. FOR THE CONCLUSION, STUDENTS MUST CHOOSE A DEITY AND DISCUSS FOR FIVE TABLETS WHAT QUALIFICATIONS THAT DEITY HAD WHICH RESULTED IN ITS WORSHIP. PROFESSOR(S): FULVIUS MAGO1, Unit #56-63 SYLLABUS WEEK I: WHAT IS A 'GOD'? A MORTAL'S PERSPECTIVE WEEK II: TYPES OF GODS ACROSS INFERIOR CULTURES WEEK III: WHY CALL HIM GOD? THE WORSHIP OF DEITIES WEEK IV: DEMIGODS AND PARTIAL DEITIES WEEK V: DEUS EX MACHINA: THE GOD OF THE MACHINES WEEK VI: AN EXAMINATION OF THE MEHKANITES WEEK VII: APOTHEOSIS AND DEIFICATION: WHEN MAN BECOMES GOD WEEK VIII: DENOUEMENT AND TABLETS DUE 1. PROFESSOR MAGO HAS BEEN SUSPENDED FOR GROSS MISCONDUCT, BREACH OF ANDERSON ROBOTICS' NDA, AND PHYSICAL ASSAULT. HE WILL BE PLACED ON ADMINISTRATIVE LEAVE AND Unit #56-88 WILL BE ASSUMING HIS DUTIES UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE. SCP-4218-3: BIRTHING OF THE NOBLE ANDROID'S FORMS + show block – hide block COURSE DESCRIPTION: ANDROIDS HAVE BEEN A FIXTURE OF ANDERSON ROBOTICS SINCE ITS INCEPTION, AND THEY BRING THEIR EXPERTISE TO ALEXYLVA UNIVERSITY IN THIS TEN WEEK COURSE. STUDENTS WILL LEARN HOW TO CREATE AN ANDROID, HAVE IT SIMULATE HUMAN BEHAVIOR, AND ACCURATELY MIMIC THE MANNERISMS OF A PARTICULAR INDIVIDUAL. FOR THE FINAL ASSIGNMENT, STUDENTS MUST CONSTRUCT AND PROGRAM A SUFFICIENTLY ADVANCED SIMULACRUM OF AN EXISTING PROFESSOR (NO DUPLICATES, PLEASE). SIMULACRA MUST BE PRESENTED TO EITHER PROFESSOR UPON REACHING WEEK X (DISTANCE STUDENTS MAY SUBMIT BLUEPRINTS AND INTERNAL PROGRAMMING). PROFESSOR(S): Unit #56-88, UNIT #56-32 SYLLABUS WEEK I: HOW TO CREATE A BASIC ANDROID WEEK II: INTRODUCTION TO ANDROID COMPONENTS WEEK III: THE PLATINUM RATIO: BIOLOGICAL AND TECHNOLOGICAL COMPOSITION PERCENTAGE WEEK IV: INTERNAL PROGRAMMING, WEEK I WEEK V: INTERNAL PROGRAMMING, WEEK II WEEK VI: TROUBLESHOOTING WEEK VII: ROUTINE MAINTENANCE WEEK VIII: UPGRADES AND UPKEEP WEEK IX: ADVANCED ANDROID CREATION WEEK X: DENOUEMENT AND SIMULACRA DUE SCP-4218-4: ORGANS AND CIRCUITRY: ANATOMY OF A HUMANOID + show block – hide block COURSE DESCRIPTION: WHILE THERE ARE SIMILARITIES BETWEEN THEM, ROBOTS, ANDROIDS, AND HUMANS SHARE VERY DIFFERENT COMPONENTS. WHILE IT IS POSSIBLE TO CREATE ALL THREE ARTIFICIALLY, THEY ARE LISTED IN ASCENDING ORDER OF DIFFICULTY. THIS COURSE WILL TEACH YOU THE BIOLOGICAL AND INTERNAL DIFFERENCES BETWEEN MACHINE, MAN, AND THE ANDROID, WHICH IS THE MARRIAGE OF THE TWO AND THE APEX OF TECHNOLOGICAL ADVANCEMENT. ONLY BY UNITING THE TWO PEAK EVOLUTIONARY BEINGS CAN TRUE PEACE BE ACHIEVED. THE FINAL ASSIGNMENT SHALL BE TO WITNESS THE DISSECTION OF A SIMULACRUM FROM THE PREVIOUS COURSE AND WRITE SIX TABLETS OF DISCUSSION ON THE DIFFERENCES BETWEEN ITS CORPSE AND THAT OF A MAN'S. PROFESSOR(S): HYPATIA FORTUNA, Unit #56-99, Unit #56-79 SYLLABUS WEEK I: INTRODUCTION TO HUMAN BIOLOGY WEEK II: INTRODUCTION TO ROBOTICS WEEK III: ROBOTICS INTERNAL PROGRAMMING WEEK IV: ANDROID BIOLOGY AND COMPOSITION WEEK V: COMPARISON OF ANDROIDS, ROBOTS, AND MAN WEEK VI: TEST ON ACCUMULATED KNOWLEDGE WEEK VII: DISSECTION OF HUMAN BODY WEEK VIII: DISASSEMBLING OF SYNTHETIC ROBOT WEEK IX: DISSECTION OF Unit #56-33-MAGO WEEK X: Unit #56-33-MAGO DISCUSSION AND FURTHER EXAMINATION WEEK XI: DENOUEMENT AND SIMULACRA DISSECTION TABLETS DUE SCP-4218-5: CREATION AND EFFECTIVE USE OF INTERDIMENSIONAL PEACEKEEPERS + show block – hide block COURSE DESCRIPTION: HISTORY ITSELF HAS PROVEN THAT THE ONLY TRIED AND TRUE METHOD TO PEACE IS COMPLETE AND TOTALLY ENSURING THAT THE ENEMY SHALT NOT DOUBT YOUR POWER. TO ENSURE THAT THIS DIMENSION REMAINS SAFE, THE METHODOLOGY OF PEACEKEEPER CREATION, BOTH AUTOMATED AND AUTONOMOUS WILL BE TAUGHT. THE FINAL ASSIGNMENT SHALL BE TO DEVISE A CONTRAPTION POWERFUL ENOUGH THAT ITS MERE EXISTENCE ENSURES ALEXYLVA UNIVERSITY WILL BE SAFE FROM HER ENEMIES UNTIL HER HALLOWED HALLS CRUMBLE TO DUST. PLEASE, SUBMIT ONLY PLANS. DO NOT BUILD A DEVICE. PROFESSOR(S): HYPATIA FORTUNA, Unit #56-99, Unit #56-79 SYLLABUS WEEK I: CARRY A BIG STICK: THE EFFECTIVENESS OF THE SUPERWEAPON AS A DETERRENT TO WAR WEEK II: HYDRAIC WEAPONIZATION: THE ABILITIES OF A REPLICATABLE ARMY. WEEK III: THE NOBLE ANDROID VERSUS THE HUMBLE MAN IN MILITARY SITUATIONS WEEK IV: DEFENSIVE CAPABILITIES OF THE AGES WEEK V: TURTLE DEFENSE, AND OTHER MANEUVERS WEEK VI: TEST ON ACCUMULATED KNOWLEDGE WEEK VII: HOW ELSE TO DETER YOUR ENEMIES WEEK VIII: FIRE, FORGE, AND GORGE: THE UNWEAPONIZED EVILS OF MAN WEEK IX: ATOMIC POWER AND OTHER FORMS OF CLEAN ENERGY WEEK X: THE CIRCUITRY OF MACHINATIONS, AUTONOMOUS WEEK XI: DENOUEMENT AND PEACEKEEPING WEAPONS DUE A MISSIVE FROM THE ESTEEMED FULVIUS MAGO Hello students, I have returned from my administrative leave refreshed and with my love of academia reinvigorated, stronger than ever! It is my wish, and the wish of my grand and glorious Friend, Vincent Anderson, that the knowledge which springs from our unlikely but joyous union should benefit the peoples of every world, every dimension. We must urge our fellow scholars to seek masters of history, of art, of state and politics. We must reach out to those who paint the town red, who rule the world with gold and green, even those who remained loyal to the Lab which stole fire from the gods. Friend Vincent has already planned to launch an inter-curricular program with his Alma Mater. There are zero excuses to delay Friend Vincent's plan to unite the world by way of shared information, and we must enact the expansion of our new course catalog with all haste. I will be sending emails to the relevant players in our little game of chess, and hope to see the implementation of my Friend's plans as soon as can be expected. Your ally in the annals of learning, Professor Fulvius Mago Project Bifrost Welcome: ANDERSON, VINCENT SCP-4218-6: THE FUTURE OF MAN AND THE NOBLE ANDROID Course Description: God is dead, and Man killed him. Man has remade himself in the image of his Creator and usurped him. If Man can give life, can nurture it, can take it away, what use is God? What better man to lead the new union of Man and machine than He who is the master of both? By the end of this eight week course, you will understand why androids are the next stage of human evolution, why Anderson Robotics is the future of the human race, and why only Vincent Anderson is fit to lead it. Students will be charged with a final project demonstrating their understanding of Vincent Anderson's oratorical skills and interdimensional peacekeeping devices to create and secure a better future for the whole of mankind. PROFESSOR(S): Unit #56-99, Unit #56-73, Vincent Anderson SYLLABUS Week 1: Why the Noble Android is Superior to Organic Life Week 2: Why the Noble Android is A Perfect Union Week 3: Why Ethics and Morals Need Not Apply to the Noble Android or His Cousin, the Machine Week 4: Why Man And the Noble Android Require a Strong Hand to Lead them, and Why He Cannot Lead Himself Week 5: Benevolent Dictatorship: Quick, Lasting Freedom Week 6: How to Become a Benevolent Dictator, as Led by Anderson Week 7: Methodologies of Mechanical Coups and Shadow Governments Week 8: Wrap-up, Vincent Anderson's accomplishments and accolades Footnotes 1. Assumed to be an extradimensional institution of higher learning, though access by Foundation personnel is currently impossible. 2. Acronym for "Massive Open Online Course", a term describing a program by which students may increase their knowledge of a particular subject through pre-recorded webinars, comprehension tests, and relevant exercises. MOOCs are typically offered by accredited universities for a paid certificate (usually not interchangeable with any kind of degree) or simply for the user's own curiosity. Non-anomalous MOOCs on a number of subjects are offered all over the world. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4218" by Popsioak and TechSorcerer2747, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4218. 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-4219
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Item #: SCP-4219 Containment Procedures: All SCP-4219 strains are to be stored under medium security at Site 56's memetic stockpile. Any testing with SCP-4219 requires the approval of at least one researcher with Level 4/4219 clearance. (See Addendum 4219.1 below.) [INPUT LEVEL 4/4219 SECURITY CREDENTIALS] [CREDENTIALS APPROVED] No Level 4/4219 personnel may approve testing on SCP-4219 without specific authorization from at least one member of the O5 council. Description: SCP-4219 is a catch-all designation for a series of artificial anomalous informational entities, code-named LUDROA. LUDROA was specifically engineered by the Foundation to detect sapience. Rather than utilizing unreliable indicia such as language or neurochemical markers, LUDROA detects sapience by working directly with cognition. A LUDROA strain is activated by deploying a rudimentary, benign memetic agent. As with other memetic agents, observers that cannot understand the ideas which compose a LUDROA meme do not trigger it. However, if an observer comprehends the LUDROA meme's concepts, the memetic agent will activate, alerting the Foundation. This alert function is SCP-4219's primary anomalous property. The conceptual framework of any given SCP-4219/LUDROA meme is composed of a series of basic philosophical ideas that all sapient beings should be capable of understanding. By alerting the Foundation when an observer successfully comprehends these basic ideas, SCP-4219 thus acts as a test for sapience. After an entity comprehends a LUDROA meme and activates its alert function, the entity's memory of that LUDROA meme will begin to deteriorate. Within a span of seconds, the entity will be unable to recall the LUDROA meme or communicate the LUDROA meme to others. LUDROA strains can be conveyed through a number of different cognitohazardous vectors, including sight, hearing, touch, smell, and taste. In addition, written LUDROA strains have been translated into 167 different languages for Foundation use. Proof-of-concept testing with SCP-4219 has been extremely promising. Of note, researchers using LUDROA strains were able to accurately distinguish D-class personnel from non-sentient predictive-language AI in 99.98% of cases (compared to a 58.71% success rate for the Turing Test.) Addendum 4219.1—NOTE TO RESEARCHERS: Exposure to SCP-4219 is completely safe; LUDROA strains possess no physiological or psychological side effects. However, as SCP-4219 is conveyed through cognitohazardous vectors, extreme care must still be used in the design and execution of tests using LUDROA. Negligent or careless testing using SCP-4219 will almost certainly expose LUDROA to third parties external to the test; any such exposure will be processed by LUDROA as if it were a result from an actual test subject, tainting experimental data with false positives. In order to ensure that studies using SCP-4219 meet the high standards necessary to guarantee accuracy and precision, researchers intending to conduct a test with LUDROA are required to formulate and compile a detailed written accounting of their proposed methodology. This methodology must be reviewed and approved by at least one Level 4/4219 staff member before the test can proceed. [INPUT LEVEL 4/4219 SECURITY CREDENTIALS] [CREDENTIALS APPROVED] Addendum 4219.2—SCP-4219 Test Logs: Preliminary Testing, Day 5 Control: Test #1 Test Administrator: Dr. Reggie Meyer (Assistant Director, Foundation Dept. of Memetics) Test initiated: 2019-08-08, 10:00:08 Strains Used: 2187 (Visual) Subject: 5 D-class personnel (D-4139; D-31421; D-52466; D-42211; D-2466) Sapients Present (Expected): 5 Sapients Detected: 5 Control: Test #2 Test Administrator: Dr. Reggie Meyer Test initiated: 2019-08-08, 10:20:57 Strains Used: 2187 (Visual) Subject: 10 Mus musculus (lab mice) Sapients Present (Expected): 0 Sapients Detected: 0 Note: Always nice to see everything in working order. Test #1 Test Administrator: Dr. Reggie Meyer Test initiated: 2019-08-08, 11:00:19 Strains Used: 2193 (Olfactory) Subject: Junior Researcher Don Bryant, P.H.D. Sapients Present (Expected): 1 Sapients Detected: 1 Note: I get the curiosity, but Don: you're one of the brightest people I know. Are you really surprised you're sapient? Test #2 Test Administrator: Dr. Reggie Meyer Test initiated: 2019-08-08, 11:20:47 Strains Used: 2187 (Visual) Subject: 1 human infant (age: 9 weeks) Sapients Present (Expected): 0 Sapients Detected: 0 Test #3 Test Administrator: Dr. Reggie Meyer Test initiated: 2019-08-08, 11:45:36 Strains Used: 2193 (Olfactory) Subject: 1 adult human (comatose) Sapients Present (Expected): 0 Sapients Detected: 0 Note: This speaks to an unfortunate limitation of SCP-4219. LUDROA needs to be perceived by a subject in order to work, so a negative result here could mean our coma patient is currently unable to think conceptually—but it could also mean that he simply isn't able to smell. Test #4 Test Administrator: Dr. Reggie Meyer Test initiated: 2019-08-08, 13:45:21 Strains Used: 2193 (Olfactory) Subject: 1 D-Class w/ Borderline Personality Disorder (D-13471) Sapients Present (Expected): 1 Sapients Detected: 1 Test #5 Test Administrator: Dr. Reggie Meyer Test initiated: 2019-08-08, 14:19:33 Strains Used: 2193 (Olfactory) Subject: 1 D-Class w/ Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder (D-22313) Sapients Present (Expected): 1 Sapients Detected: 1 Test #6 Test Administrator: Dr. Reggie Meyer Test initiated: 2019-08-08, 15:50:03 Strains Used: 2187 (Visual) Subject: 1 D-Class, clinically depressed (D-21455); Dr. Reggie Meyer Sapients Present (Expected): 2 Sapients Detected: 1 Note: I screwed this one up. I miscalibrated the timer on the cognitohazard; it was still going when I re-entered the testing room, and I got an eyeful—but that's beside the point. Either there's a huge, HUGE hole in LUDROA, or there's something very important about D-21455 that we don't know. We need to run this one back. Now. Test #7 Test Administrator: Dr. Reggie Meyer Test initiated: 2019-08-08, 15:55:29 Strains Used: 2187 (Visual) Subject: 1 D-Class, clinically depressed (D-21455) Sapients Present (Expected): 0 Sapients Detected: 1 Note: Test #8 Test Administrator: Dr. Reggie Meyer Test initiated: 2019-08-08, 16:25:41 Strains Used: 2193 (Olfactory) Subject: 1 D-Class, clinically depressed (D-21455) Sapients Present (Expected): 0 Sapients Detected: 1 Note: Test #9 Test Administrator: Dr. Reggie Meyer Test initiated: 2019-08-08, 23:01:10 Strains Used: 2193 (Olfactory) Subject: Dr. Reggie Meyer Sapients Present (Expected): 1 Sapients Detected: 0 Note: Test #10 Test Administrator: Dr. Reggie Meyer Test initiated: 2019-08-08, 23:31:19 Strains Used: 2193 (Olfactory) Subject: Dr. Reggie Meyer Sapients Present (Expected): 1 Sapients Detected: 0 Note: Test #11 Test Administrator: Dr. Reggie Meyer Test initiated: 2019-08-09, 01:01:21 Strains Used: 2232 (Gustatory) Subject: Dr. Reggie Meyer Sapients Present (Expected): 0 Sapients Detected: 0 Test #12 Test Administrator: Dr. Reggie Meyer Test initiated: 2019-08-09, 01:30:35 Strains Used: 2432 (Tactile) Subject: Dr. Reggie Meyer Sapients Present (Expected): 0 Sapients Detected: 0 Test #13 Test Administrator: Dr. Reggie Meyer Test initiated: 2019-08-09, 01:45:26 Strains Used: 198 (Auditory) Subject: Dr. Reggie Meyer Sapients Present (Expected): 0 Sapients Detected: 15 Test #14 Test Administrator: Dr. Reggie Meyer Test initiated: 2019-08-09, 01:46:05 Strains Used: 198 (Auditory) Subject: Testing chamber (empty) Sapients Present (Expected): 0 Sapients Detected: 15 [INPUT LEVEL 5/4219 SECURITY CREDENTIALS] [CREDENTIALS APPROVED] Addendum 4219.3 Following the testing performed on 2019-08-08, Dr. Meyer was placed under covert surveillance by Foundation security. His surveillance detail reported no significant deviations from normal behavior until the morning of 2019-08-29. On the morning of 2019-08-29, Dr. Meyer began to vocalize extreme distress while at his workstation. When approached by concerned security guards, Dr. Meyer panicked and fled, attempting to enter Site 56's memetic stockpile before being subdued. Upon investigation it was discovered that Dr. Meyer had exploited his access to Foundation memetics and antimemetics to compromise several hundred Foundation personnel, including his surveillance detail. With the help of these subverted personnel, Dr. Meyer appropriated substantial Foundation assets, including webcrawlers, software, air filtration systems, and air- and ground-based drone fleets. Shielded from immediate discovery by several antimemetic agents, Dr. Meyer used these assets to carry out an unauthorized test of LUDROA. Supplemental LUDROA Test #1 Test Administrator: Dr. Reggie Meyer Test initiated: 2019-08-20, 10:00:50 Strains Used: 198 (Auditory) Subject: Earth Sapients Present (Expected): ~7,700,000,000 Sapients Present (Detected): ████████████████████ ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4219" by Stark Moops, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4219. 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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ADULT CONTENT This article contains adult content that may not be suitable for all readers. Graphic depiction of blood, gore or mutilation of body parts Features sexual themes or language, but does not depict sexual acts. Explicit depiction of sexual acts. Features non-consensual sexual acts. Depiction of severe mistreatment of children Depiction of self-harm Depiction of suicide Depiction of torture {$custom-content} If you are above the age of 18+ and wish to read such content, then you may click Continue to view said content. Continue Back to Front Page WARNING: THE FOLLOWING FILE IS LEVEL 4/4220 CLASSIFIED ANY ATTEMPT TO ACCESS THIS FILE WITHOUT LEVEL 4/4220 AUTHORIZATION WILL BE LOGGED AND WILL LEAD TO IMMEDIATE DISCIPLINARY ACTION. Item #: SCP-4220 Level 4/4220 Classified SCP-4220 (circa 1991). Special Containment Procedures: Foundation personnel are to liaise with UNOOSA1 and other government, corporate, and academic agencies pursuing the observation, exploration, and excavation of SCP-4220. Under Protocol EYES WIDE SHUT, the following provisions are to be met: International laws restricting commercial mining, exploration, and colonization of SCP-4220's surface are to be expanded and strictly enforced. Seismological studies of SCP-4220's interior are to be suppressed or falsified; studies of lunar lava tubes are to be prevented to whatever extent is feasible. Non-Foundation missions to SCP-4220 are to be strictly limited to the collection of regolith samples. Foundation personnel are to work with relevant entities to prevent excavations beyond a depth of ten meters or access to SCP-4220-2. All missions that may feasibly pass over the far side of SCP-4220 are to be monitored by Foundation assets. Data regarding SCP-4220-2 (including but not limited to: Photography, radiometric analysis, and thermal imagery) is to be suppressed or falsified. All human-piloted missions are to be redirected to avoid any risk of contact with SCP-4220-2. The scientific consensus regarding SCP-4220's internal composition is to be maintained and supported. All information regarding SCP-4220's interior is to remain classified until further notice. The borehole to SCP-4220-1 has been collapsed. Access is strictly prohibited. Description: SCP-4220 refers to the Earth's Moon. Current scientific consensus holds that the Moon is the second-densest satellite in the solar system, featuring a distinct crust, mantle, and core. This is inaccurate: a Foundation-funded research mission to the lunar surface conducted in 19██ determined that the Moon is hollow. Despite this, SCP-4220 exerts a gravitational force significantly more powerful than its estimated mass should permit. The lunar regolith has an average depth of approximately six kilometers; it is supported from below by an internal structure of unknown origin. This structure is composed of concrete, basalt, and iron arranged in a hexagonal lattice. Interior access is possible via a man-made borehole one meter in diameter and approximately fifty meters in depth located in the South Pole-Aitken basin (the deepest known impact crater on the lunar surface). At the bottom of this shaft is a hatch with a bolted metal placard bearing the words, "DEPARTMENT OF ABNORMALITIES". The hatch provides access to a mechanical airlock, below which is a sublunar complex designated as SCP-4220-1: a semi-industrial silo built entirely out of beryllium copper. It is approximately half a kilometer in diameter and half a kilometer deep, and consists of one hundred floors (separated by a spiral staircase in the center of the silo). Each floor contains several continuous rows of cubicles, arranged in a spiral pattern extending out from the staircase. The staircase wraps around a large pneumatic tube (one meter in diameter) that extends down from the top floor's ceiling. Each cubicle contains a desk with a mechanical brass typewriter; pneumatic tubing replaces the typewriter's ribbon. These tubes connect at the ceiling to form spiral patterns which converge and connect to the pipe at the central staircase. A pair of mechanical brass hands are mounted to each typewriter via additional pneumatic tubes, and brass shoes are located on the ground at the foot of each desk. The hands type continually, only pausing when two sets of shoes move away from their cubicles and switch places. Some of the typewriters on each floor are damaged or nonfunctional — their corresponding hands and shoes remain immobile. The silo's width tapers off sharply at the bottom of the staircase, which terminates at a circular balcony surrounding the central pipe. The pipe continues down a shaft approximately one meter in diameter with an unknown depth, which has been sealed with a mixture of lunar regolith and cement. A mechanical dial is affixed to the pipe at the balcony level, labeled "CONTAMINATION". Since containment of SCP-4220-1 began, the dial has increased from 75 to 85 (to a possible maximum of 100). The type of unit this dial is measuring remains unknown. SCP-4220-2 is the far side of the Moon. [REDACTED - LEVEL 5 CLEARANCE REQUIRED] Addendum 4220.1: Historical Summary By 1960, both the Americans and Soviets recognized that knowledge of SCP-4220 posed a threat to normalcy for their respective cultures. However, the nature of the Space Race meant that neither side could stop their programs to land a man on the Moon without incurring significant sociocultural and political losses. Publicly, both countries competed with non-anomalous technology to achieve this goal. But privately, American and Russian scientists engaged in a secondary clandestine Space Race — one driven by anomalous assets and paratechnology. This race was conducted to reach the Moon in secret, discover its true nature, and determine whether or not it could be weaponized. It is likely that the Soviet Union's program inadvertently brought SCP-4220-2's component parts together, and the American program inadvertently provided the materials to catalyze its formation. Addendum 4220.2: Helios Upon learning of Russia's Luna program from Soviet defectors, then-President John F. Kennedy — who had previously resisted the use of anomalies in the Space Race — reluctantly authorized the black project codenamed Helios2. The goal of the Helios program was to determine the nature of the artificial structures on the Moon and take control of them before the Soviet Union. Due to Russia's lead in the Space Race, Kennedy allowed the Pentagram3 to take control of the project under the direction of the late John Whiteside "Jack" Parsons4. Inner Circle: Aleister Crowley, Jack Parsons, and L. Ron Hubbard, left to right (GOC archival files; circa 1947) Project Helios culminated in the construction and launch of the nuclear pulse rocket Helios 1 on 19██. It successfully reached SCP-4220 within several hours of launch, then crash-landed on the lunar surface (killing all on-board personnel and stranding Parsons). On account of Parsons' refusal to share insights on several critical elements of the rocket's design, the Pentagram was unable to replicate the work on Helios 1 or recover the rocket until the Apollo missions (18 - 20). These missions failed to recover Helios 1's nosecone. During the construction of Lunar Area-100, Foundation personnel uncovered the graves of Helios 1's crew and its nosecone (which was found to be haunted by Parsons). The nosecone was delivered to Site-42, where a seance was conducted by Mobile Task Force Lambda-10 ("Wake Up Dead") to anchor Parsons to a member of D-Class. Dr. Russell Delvon interviewed Parsons through D-15636. NOTE: These interviews comprise the Foundation's knowledge of Project Helios; this knowledge cannot be verified due to the Pentagram's refusal to confirm or deny Parsons' account. About Parsons Delvon: Mister Parsons, thank you for joining our seance. To begin with, would you be willing to share the details on why you were on the Moon? Parsons: Please, call me Jack. Or, Belarion Armillus al Dajjal - Antichrist, come to fulfill the law of the Beast 666 - but Jack is fine too. Anyways! The suits were up there for exactly the reasons you'd expect: Reds - in space! Spreading their godless communism. But even they weren't the first to reach the Moon - they'd found some bizarre man-made silos down at the South Pole crater. All abandoned. And of course, that couldn't stand. So the Pentagram had me build them a rocket to get to the Moon lickety-split: Helios 1. Delvon: Okay, um, Jack. Thank you. Now - Parsons: I couldn't give less of a damn about their 'God-given right' to 'spread democracy' to the lunar surface. Back in the forties, you see, me and my ex-friend Ron5 performed a series of esoteric sexual rituals we called the Babalon Workings. We produced an elemental spirit and tried to conceive a child with her. It half worked — we were never able to conceive, and the bitch ran off with Ron. But then, after I started consulting for the Pentagram on Helios 1, it hit me: what if she was just some broad? Allie6 even called the being we were trying to conceive the 'Moonchild'. What if the real spirit was summoned on the moon? I had to go! Delvon: [writing hurriedly] Wait, hold on - hold on - uh, you went along with the project because you thought you summoned a … a sex spirit on the Moon? Parsons: I wouldn't say "went along"… now, "stowed away", that's more accurate. The Pentagram wouldn't let their chief engineer board the rocket — what if it blew up? Luckily, I was able to contact Crowley by possessing his latest fling. He helped me modify the Pentagram's binders on me. And so, at Crowley's bidding, I haunted the nosecone of Helios 1 on its maiden voyage! Which worked perfectly… until it crashed on the lunar surface. But that's rocket science for you! Mistakes happen. It's how we learn from them that matters. About Helios 1 Delvon: Can you tell us anything about the design of Helios 1? How it was designed, how it was propelled, et cetera? Parsons: Helios 1 is a theonuclear pulse engine rocket - theonuclear, we coined that in fifty-nine as well, there's a patent on the name - based on the Teller-Ulam design that generates repeated theonuclear pulses for propulsion. Some of my finest work, really. Helios used theonuclear and orgone7 energy - the orgone powered the ship's systems, compressed the souls, and recharged them for further detonation! I'm really quite proud of it - I implemented a special bi-channeling system into the frame of the rocket and designed the geometry in such a way as to harness special sexual magicks. I can draw it for you if you'd like. Parsons is provided with a piece of paper and pen, and proceeds to draw a diagram of Helios 1. Delvon: Isn't that a - that's a penis. Parsons: No, actually, it's Helios 1! I'm glad you caught onto the design, though - it's the culmination of years of research into occult architecture and orgone channeling. You see, the rocket's geometry works to funnel orgone energy from the tip, down the shaft, to the base. The theonuclear fuel is stored in the tanks here [pointing to the circles at the base of the diagram], which is siphoned into the base and compressed by the orgone. It then detonates against the pusher plate here [pointing to the middle of the main shaft on the diagram], which propels the rocket upwards. Excess orgone is funneled into the insulating walls of the fuel tanks, which draws the fuel back into the chamber for recapture and recycling. It's totally emission free, 100% clean energy - well, in the energy sense, ahem. Worked like a charm! Delvon: Right, until it crashed on the lunar surface. Do you have any idea what might have caused that? Sabotage, perhaps? Parsons: Oh yes, very unfortunate. I didn't want to install traditional retrorockets on the thing, you see? Too much negative energy, slowing down and softening. Instead, the rocket was designed to channel orgone energy to reverse the polarity of the thrusters - but the crew just could not get enough of a rhythm going to ensure proper sexual flow! Delvon: [writing] Wait, how would 'sexual flow' affect the thr - Parsons: So instead of turning around and slowing to a halt on the lunar surface, we crashed. Explosive decompression - they weren't wearing space suits. Damn things would've done a number on the sexual kundalini flow through their chakras! About Theonuclear Power Parsons: Can you tell me something? What do you think the most glorious trait of the human soul is? Delvon: Mmm… I don't know. Our spirit? Parsons: Everything! Our indomitable will! Our thirst for knowledge! Our perseverance - our courage - our ability to push ourselves - to push ourselves to the limit, and conquer all of God's creation! Our insatiable curiosity, insatiable lust… the most glorious trait of the human soul is that it never stops. Also, the fact that it can be extracted as an isoenergetic superfluid which can be harnessed as a source of perpetual energy. Delvon: Could - could you repeat that last part? I don't think I heard you right. Parsons: Your soul is actually an indefinite source of kinetic, electrical, and thermal energy. The issue is that its energy is limitless, but its actual power output… minimal. But we got past that. We figured out how to make it undergo radiation-free nuclear fission, with the bonus that once the soul detonates, it resettles into a non-detonated superfluid. As I said, perseverance! And as I also said, whilst engaged in sexual congress with one Missus Alexis Santana in the back of an Oldsmobile in fifty-nine, that perseverance makes it the perfect fuel source for a nuclear pulse engine. Really, there was only one thing wrong with it. Delvon: Wait - sexual congress aside, weren't you dead by then? Sorry - uh, more importantly, what was wrong with - Parsons: I was, but Miss Santana was not. But back to the matter at hand: the only problem is that you need a lot of souls. Fresh ones too, you can't just go to any old graveyard and dig up some bodies. Souls don't stick around bodies that long - at least, not ones that died happy. On Acquiring Souls: Parsons: We were somewhere on the edge of New Echota when the drugs began to take hold. Delvon: New Echota… Georgia? Where the Trail of Tears starts. What does that have to do with… Parsons: Doctor Delvon, I sense a worldly spirit in you. If you were looking for spirits with unfinished business in these United States, spirits who died in pain or seek revenge for their families, who would you look for? Delvon: …Native Americans. Parsons: Bingo! All that pent-up rage and hatred makes for a hell of a turbocharge. Me and some of the boys from the lab went on a road trip in fifty-nine, all across the southern US. We were ghost-hunting, following the Trail of Tears across the country - and I daresay it was the time of my after-life! Stopping off in small town Americana, smoking enough weed to fill a garden, flirting with the local ladies, bringing them to the closest cemetery and doing quite a bit of desecrating if you catch my drift, then vacuuming up the spirits that emerged. It was a blast and a half! Delvon: Mister Parsons - Jack, I must say that I find these actions rather reprehensible. Parsons: What, shagging in a boneyard? Don't worry, as a spirit myself, I say it's fine. If you mean the systematic targeted exploitation of the Cherokee even past death… what the hell do you want me to say? Parsons stands up and puts his hands on the seance table. Parsons: Anything to stop the 'relentless march of Communism', the upper brass said. I said, surely there must be a better way, we can just kill a few million mice or something, haven't these people suffered enough? But you know the military. What the military wants, the military gets. I figured I might as well enjoy myself, okay? You think I could even fight them? I'm as much a victim as the Cherokees! Delvon: I apologize, Jack. I didn't mean to insinuate you were to blame. How did you, ahem, 'vacuum up' the spirits? Parsons: Trade secret. The geas those bastards put on me got stale, but it's still kicking in bits and places. I can tell you that it did not involve a vacuum, but it did involve orgone. Why do you think I mentioned the shagging? Crowley and I figured out all kinds of wonderful things you could do with the stuff, like creating a moon goddess or extracting human souls from underground, and when the Pentagram dug me up, well… they have ways of making you talk. About Being Stranded Delvon: Can you tell us anything about your time on the Moon between the crash of Helios 1 and being found by us? Parsons: At first I was rather miffed - all my work foiled because the crew couldn't maintain their libido! But I coped. The orgone was draining from the wreckage faster than I would have expected, to be honest, but I had lived a rich and full afterlife. Really, boredom was the enemy. Spent some time writing plays and acting them out with the crew. I went mad for… a decade? Two? You lose track of time when your brain flies the cuckoo's nest - but then got bored and went sane again. Delvon: So you abandoned the original mission. Parsons: I take offense at that - I picked it up again after I went sane! Would you believe that after all that time I was still anchored to the nosecone? Sometimes I amaze myself. So I went hunting - and I did, in fact, rediscover the structures that we had gone looking for originally, at the South Pole-Aitken basin. Parsons stops talking and stares into the distance. Dr. Delvon attempts to regain his attention unsuccessfully for a minute. Delvon: Jack? Are you alright? Parsons: I went down there. Delvon: Down where? Parsons: I know why I appeared to you. Parsons grabs Dr. Delvon by the shoulders. Parsons: It was a tomb. There is a man down there - a being, a spectre, a shade, I don't know - there is a thing down there, and it has been rent into many little pieces, and each of those pieces is locked in a cage. But I saw those pieces - and they saw me. The security detail steps forward and shoots Parsons with tranquilizer darts. Despite being anchored to D-15, the darts have a delayed effect on Parsons. Parsons: I don't know what happened - it forced its way up or maybe the Moon Goddess rejected it. But it was never meant to be seen. We weren't the first men on the Moon - but we should have been the last. At this point, the tranquilizer takes effect. Parsons falls unconscious. The seance is terminated. Addendum 4220.3: Luna In contrast to the separate space program established by the United States, the Soviet Union simply extended their existing Luna program with paratechnology, enlisting the help of [REDACTED - LEVEL 5 CLEARANCE REQUIRED]. This enabled them to conduct multiple manned missions into SCP-4220-1; however, the Luna program was abruptly shut down without official explanation, most likely to enact containment of SCP-4220-1. The following correspondence was recovered from the home of Professor Damian Kravchuk, a colleague of Professor Christov Alexeyev. Professor Alexeyev was Project Lead of the Luna programme (part of the Soviet space program) from 1958 to 1965. All documents are translated from their original Russian. It is unfortunate, but the loss of little Mechta8 is merely a setback, I assure you. What I am about to tell you is known by only a few men other than myself. I trust you understand the gravity of these proceedings. While the Americans are hypnotized by their own little 'Rasputin'9, we have put our trust into a more practical approach. The greatest challenge manned space travel poses has always been the safe return of the occupant. System after system is dedicated to his protection and health, and each of these systems increases the complexity of the mission by an order of magnitude. But what if his health was of no concern at all? Cpt. Dorofeyev10 has provided us with our first controller. He refers to her as only 'Eighty-Two'. She is an obese girl of fourteen; her speech is slurred, her smell unpleasant, and her head devoid of hair. The subject is a convict due for execution. We injected him with a lethal dose of propofol. Though I took every step feasible to ensure his comfort, the proceedings still left many of us sick to our stomachs. Lukyan has confessed privately that he feels like a charlatan; like an ancient haruspex, slitting the bellies of muskoxen and pretending to read futures in their steaming entrails. But I have assured him that there is nothing imaginary about our 'magic'. Twenty minutes after death, the corpse sat up. We examined it; no pulse, no respiration. It was cool to the touch. Eighty-Two successfully made it walk and interact with numerous objects in the room, though it moved like a drunkard. Regardless of its state, the corpse becomes non-viable several hours after death. This is unfortunate; it reduces our functional window considerably. The antennae array must therefore be inserted surgically with great care. A powerful paralytic will ensure they expend very little oxygen and do not disrupt the craft in transit. Impact on the lunar surface — followed by depressurization — handles the rest. Cpt. Dorofeyev delivered the subject yesterday. I loaded it into Mechta's sister11 myself, but not before weighing him again. He was nearly a pound lighter than before. My hands are smudged with chalk; we spent the night revising calculations to account for the reduction in mass. It will be a Russian who takes the first step across the moon's surface. History will not care whether he was alive or dead. We have found the structure. But nothing about it makes sense. It's an office building. An office building inside the moon, Damian. The interior is pressurized; within, brass hands are mounted to brass desks, tapping at brass typewriters. Brass shoes stomp about with no men inside them. All of it fed by brass pipes, centered around a winding brass staircase. We have sent multiple drones into the structure, but we keep losing our window before we can explore any farther. We must either send a live man in — simply infeasible — or find a method to make the corpses last longer. My facility is now filled with strange men I do not recognize, asking me questions I cannot answer. The ministry has brought an 'esoteric specialist' to assist us — a disgusting, loathsome man who stinks of garlic and speaks broken Russian. Cpt. Dorofeyev has vouched for his expertise. He has demonstrated his ability to enter a state of suspended animation via the use of mantras, self-hypnosis, and a foul-smelling poultice of his own concoction. I verified the cessation of all life-functions myself; several hours later, he sat up — alive and well. He has offered to teach us his methods in exchange for a favor. He only asks that we send him to the Moon. He believes someone is waiting for him, there. When the mystic is not teaching us how to defy death, he is conducting bizarre and inane 'rituals' to fulfill whatever sexual gratification occurs to him. But his methods have produced results: Eighty-Two puppeted one of our suspended subjects for over fifteen hours before she had to sever the connection. The subject was revived, and found in relatively good health (though distressed over the antennae). We plan more tests to ensure no more complications, but I anticipate we will be launching by the end of the month. Our first suspended subject successfully entered the structure and made it to the bottom of the stairwell. There, we discovered a large shaft fed by the brass pipes that sinks deeper into the Moon. There is a meter on the largest pipe. An English word is printed on it; it translates to 'CONTAMINATION'. It was set to twenty-five. None of us know what this means. While piloting the subject, Eighty-Two reported the meter rose to thirty. Dorofeyev informed us that we are to continue exploring the structure. Hopefully, we will find some clues as to its purpose. Eighty-Two seems fearful of the shaft descending downward. Before she severed the connection, she complained of a foul odor coming from it. Dorofeyev has assigned me to watch the mystic's disgusting rituals. He suspects the man is hiding more secrets from us. The madman smirks at me while he works. Yesterday, he drew a chalk outline of a woman upon the floor, then desecrated it. When he was finished, he claimed to have opened a channel to his goddess — Babalon. An hour later, Eighty-Two reconnected to the drone and found that the CONTAMINATION dial was now at fifty. Several of the pipes had burst, destroying the typewriters they were mounted to. A black smoke fills the silo. It makes the skin of the drone congeal into tar. I want to call it a coincidence, but I know better. The pipes have sealed themselves, somehow — as if they had never burst at all. The smoke is gone. The CONTAMINATION dial remains at sixty-five, and the silo buzzes with activity. The typewriters rattle like Kalashnikovs — brass fingers clacking across the keys in a blur. The shoes move so fast that the drone has tripped over them several times. Eighty-Two is terrified. We had to coerce her into continuing into the silo. Even so, she moved so slowly that the drone collapsed before we could reach the bottom. Through all of this, the mystic continues his despicable rituals. When he is not defiling the floor, he sits cross-legged in a hexagram, crowing and gloating in English to a man who is not there. Dorofeyev will not tell me what he is saying. After two more drones, we finally made it into the shaft. Eighty-Two steered a great brute down there — I cannot tell you how long he slid down the pipe. By the time he reached the bottom, nearly all his muscle and skin had sloughed away. The Moon is full of giant glass chambers, each shaped like a perfect dodecahedron, each suspended within a metal lattice that criss-crosses into the yawning darkness. No one can determine how far it extends. Each chamber is connected to four others by means of bronze-colored metal hatches in the corners of each room. The pipe splits off into multiple smaller pipes winding through the chambers. The drone had suffered too much necrosis before we could explore these pipes; the air down there is worse than in the silo. After she disconnected, we noticed Eighty-Two's skin had become greasy. Even after several showers, she still smells foul. The moon is hollow, Damian. Not only that; it is artificial. It baffles the imagination. Who built it? Why? Where do the pipes lead? Did the ministry know? Hide these letters somewhere safe. If something happens, a record must persist. More questions. We equipped a small drone with a hazard suit; Eighty-Two had him prepare cameras to record the typewriters, and another trained on the CONTAMINATION dial. It was at sixty. A consequence of the previous drones? Possibly. Nothing remains of their bodies save a black, bubbling sludge. The very air is corrosive. Eighty-Two made it to the glass chambers. Some of them house glass cages shaped like human organs — eyes, lungs, liver, a stomach — filled with black smoke. They feed the pipes, pumping into the moon. Eighty-Two noticed other chambers, suspended alone in the lattice. Connected to nothing, but filled with that black smoke. Some of them pulsed and throbbed. We all feel uneasy. It is as though we are traipsing through a dragon's hoard, oblivious to its curious eyes. The mystic found out about the structures. Eighty-Two, most likely. They are inseparable now. He was crowing about it being the resting place of his goddess — shredded, he claimed, by a ritual his apprentice botched. He claims to have taught the American Rasputin everything he knows. His rituals grow more depraved by the day. Thankfully, Dorofeyev reassigned me to work on the orbital mechanics. We found the mystic with Eighty-Two today. He had coerced her into participating in one of his rituals. One of our men wanted to shoot him on the spot. Cooler heads prevailed. He is of no more use; we simply will fulfill our end of the bargain. I was told the surgeons did not sedate him before implanting the necessary components. I examined him only afterwards, when he rested in his deep torpor. Even now, his face haunts me — that sickening, frozen smile as we sealed him inside the capsule. He wants to meet his 'goddess'? So be it. God help us. A moment after he awoke inside the silo, the mystic tore the antennae from his scalp. He did not bleed — he vented. Black smoke poured from his skull. Eighty-Two could no longer pilot him; she fainted. Tar oozed from her skin. Dorofeyev had prepared for this possibility. The camera trained on the dial was armed with a remote detonator. It took him several minutes to acquire proper authorization; as he did, we watched helplessly as the mystic sank down into the shaft. Shortly after he vanished, Dorofeyev transmitted the sequence — we lost the feed. Presumably, the shaft was sealed by the explosion. The last image we captured was of the dial at seventy-five. It was still rising. The Luna programme has been cancelled. We will not return to the Moon. Burn these letters. Addendum 4220.4: Joint Containment Negotiations During the Paraweapon Cessation Treaties of 1963, both GRU Division "P" and the Pentagram conducted secret negotiations regarding containment of SCP-4220 without the Foundation's official awareness. The following transcript was recorded covertly by Foundation listening devices, but due to bureaucratic incompetence and internal political turmoil, they were filed away with their significance unrealized until the discovery of SCP-4220. + Level 5 Access Required - ERROR! LEVELEVVVE 4444444 LEVEL 5 CLEARANCE GRANTED Internal Audio Recording Transcript In Attendance: Pentagram Director Edward Teller NASA Administrator James E. Webb GRU Division "P" Liaison Victor Dorofeyev USSR Engineer Valentin12 [GRU] Liaison Dorofeyev: So. We have a problem with the Moon. [PEN] Director Teller: We do. [NASA] Administrator Webb: Excuse me? I'm - I'm sorry, I'm not quite following. I'm still - ah, I'm still unclear as to what this meeting is about. I'm not sure I know you, Mister… Dorofeyev: You may call me Victor. My colleague goes by Valentin. Director Teller, if you would? Teller: Right. Let's get down to brass tacks. Boys, I hate to break it to you, but you will NOT be landing on the Moon. Webb: Wh - what? You can't be serious! Teller: Sorry, James - I'm as serious as a heart attack. The Moon is a no-go. Completely off limits. We absolutely cannot, hell, must not, put a man on the moon. Dorofeyev: But we cannot not put a man on the moon. To do so would be political suicide. [USSR] Valentin: So. Are we putting someone on moon or not? There is a pause. Dorofeyev, Teller simultaneously: Yes. Dorofeyev: Fake moon landings. Teller: To clarify, the landing is not going to be faked - we are simply going to use a fake moon. Webb: A fake - a fake moon? What the hell are you trying to pull? Dorofeyev: Be quiet and listen. Teller: Please, James. Don't you know the Boy Scout motto? Be prepared. The United States has had a plan for landing on the moon in case we couldn't actually land on it for almost a decade now. Trust me when I say that we have a backup in place. All you need to do is keep building your rockets, and then have your boys fly them to where we tell you. Webb: But - but - but - but why? Why on Earth do we need to do all this? What the hell is wrong with the Moon? There is the click of a projector screen. [USSR] Valentin: Bozhe moi! Webb: Christ almighty! What on earth is - is that a face? Dorofeyev: It is the dark side of the Moon. Valentin: No. It is a face. Whose? Teller: We believe it - ah, we suspect that - Dorofeyev: It is the face of Aleister Crowley. Valentin: But — that is a woman‘s — Webb: How can you even tell? That’s, that’s bone — it’s brain — Dorofeyev: Brass. Teller: The technical term is rebis. The… well the male half is Crowley. The female half — Dorofeyev: Was inside the moon. Before Crowley fucked it. Webb: But what is it — what is it doing? Valentin: What is that look? Teller: The expression, you mean? Well, ah… I don't want to be crude, but - Dorofeyev: It is having an orgasm. [END TRANSCRIPT] Footnotes 1. United Nations Office for Outer Space Affairs. 2. Confirmed by personnel involved with Operation Thunderbolt. 3. The occult branch of the Department of Defense. 4. An American rocket engineer, chemist, and Thelemite occultist who worked as a consultant for the US government's para-rocketry program for several years after his death in 1952. 5. This is likely a reference to L. Ron Hubbard, the founder of Scientology. 6. This is likely a reference to Aleister Crowley, a renowned Thelemite occultist who ostensibly died of tuberculosis in 1947. 7. An esoteric energy strongly linked with sexual thaumaturgy. 8. Likely a reference to Luna 1, an unmanned spacecraft launched by Russia in January of 1959. It reportedly missed the moon as a consequence of an incorrect calculation regarding the duration of its upper stage burn. 9. This may be a reference to Jack Parsons. 10. Captain Victor Dorofeyev was an officer of the KGB, a liason for GRU Division "P" (Psychotronics), and Lead Supervisor of Project Redline. 11. This is likely a reference to Luna 2, an unmanned spacecraft launched by Russia in September of 1959. It was the first man-made object to officially reach the moon. 12. most likely Valentin Glushko
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SCP-4221
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MathBrush Adl3z_ Item#: 4221 Level3 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: All houses adjacent to SCP-4221 have been purchased by the Foundation, and are to be maintained by Foundation personnel. Any civilians entering SCP-4221 are to be immediately detained and amnesticized as appropriate. All weapons and bladed instruments are to be kept out of view of SCP-4221-1. Once weekly, a cleaning crew is to dispose of trash, clean up spills, and dust inside SCP-4221, as well as restocking the supply of bandages. In the event of aggressive behavior on the part of SCP-4221-1, Foundation personnel are to withdraw and notify MTF Beta-21 "Pied Pipers" to subdue the entity. SCP-4221-1 is not to be removed from SCP-4221. SCP-4221-2 is to be kept under video surveillance at all times, with any changes or emissions to be reported immediately. Drone exploration is currently suspended. Description: SCP-4221 is a blue two-story house, located in a row of similar houses along a side street in ██████, Toronto. It is the location of the following anomalies: SCP-4221-1: The inhabitant of SCP-4221. SCP-4221-1 is a humanoid entity roughly 2.3 m in height with an arm span of 4 m. The entity possesses unusually active sebaceous glands, which produce a thick, black oil coating most of the entity's skin. The entity has been provided weekly with clean bandages in an attempt to preserve a sanitary environment in SCP-4221, which has been largely successful. SCP-4221-1 has shown no capacity for speech, although it has demonstrated some understanding of simple commands (see Addendum 4221-3). SCP-4221-1 possesses an extreme phobia of weapons, especially bladed weapons. Even the presence of a fork can cause SCP-4221-1 to retreat into the attic of its residence until the threat is gone. This has made obtaining samples of its tissues extremely difficult. DNA analysis of SCP-4221-1's secretions show a 99.6% match to human DNA. However, the DNA shows an extreme number of mutations, similar to those caused by prolonged exposure to radiation. SCP-4221-2: An intermittent spacetime anomaly localized within the kitchen wall of SCP-4221, measuring roughly 5 cm in diameter. During activation events (see below), the anomaly provides an opening into a dark, seemingly abandoned space containing large masses of fungi similar to Stachybotrys chartarum, Dictyostelium discoideum, and other fungi. When not activated, it appears similar to the surrounding kitchen wall, albeit stained with black from frequent exposure to the molds inside. Several times daily, SCP-4221-1 will initiate an activation event. It does so by approaching the location of SCP-4221-2, holding its ear close to the anomaly. Roughly 20% of the time, it will walk away after listening. In the other 80% of instances, it places its hand through the anomaly, which opens to accommodate it. The entity then retrieves large masses of mold for consumption. After SCP-4221-1's harvesting, the opening begins to close over the space of 5 to 10 minutes. All attempts to maintain the anomaly have failed, as have attempts to activate it without the assistance of SCP-4221-1. Due to SCP-4221-1's low level of intelligence (see Addendum 4221-3), staff have been unable to negotiate more frequent activation events. Insertion of recording equipment into SCP-4221-2 has been successful. However, upon closing, all items lodged within SCP-4221-2 are severed, and radio communication with equipment in the interior is lost. Due to these properties, the current working theory is that this opening is a liminal space leading to a location distant from ours in space, time, and/or dimension. Incident 4221-1: During the listening portion of a standard activation event, SCP-4221-1 became extremely agitated and fled into the attic of SCP-4221. SCP-4221-1 waited two days before the next activation event, showing signs of fatigue from lack of food. During the next successful activation event, SCP-4221-1 retrieved a tangle of clothing from SCP-4221-2, in addition to its usual harvest of molds. The clothing was an orange jumpsuit, stained black. The jumpsuit contained tears and bite marks indicative of large predators. Chemical analysis showed a lack of blood; all stains were found to consist of mold and a fluid identical to that covering SCP-4221-1's skin. Addendum 4221-2: Preliminary video recordings of the interior of SCP-4221-2 show an apparently man-made cluster of connected buildings coated with black, tarry substances. Due to the limited communication time span, drones have yet to explore the exterior of these buildings. No flora or fauna have been observed. However, drone signals from previous activation events have not yet been picked up upon subsequent events, suggesting some active agent interfering with drone activity. (Note: as of ██/██/20██, one drone has returned with video footage. See Addendum 4. Analysis of the building layout and room contents suggests that the building was used for restraint, similar to a prison, with barred interior windows, chains, emergency shutters, and restricted access to exterior walls. A comparison search ordered by Site Director █████ showed that the layout did not correspond to any current Foundation facility. Addendum 4221-3: + Testing Logs - ACCESS GRANTED In an effort to establish communication, the Nim-Washoe protocol was authorized by Site Director █████. This was adapted to use symbol cards, as SCP-4221-1's limbs were deemed incapable of complex sign language communication. According to Senior Researcher Keagan, the test results indicated an intelligence level on par with a human two-year-old child. Notable results are indicated below. RESULTS OF INTEREST Numerals Subject showed a consistent aversion to the number seven, both in pictograph form and, when taught the meaning, in numerical form. Grasped the concept of numerals but not of place value. Colors Subject consistently sorted red cards into their own stack, separating them from all other shades. Showed no unusual reaction to other colors. Animals Subject showed much more interest in depictions of humans of all ages than in other animals, even at the abstract level (such as smiley faces). Showed mild interest in a depiction of itself. Note: Long-term analysis of intelligence is underway to see if SCP-4221-1 is capable of mental growth over time.-Dr. Keagan Addendum 4221-4: + Drone Video Transcript ACCESS GRANTED The following is a transcript of the only drone to be recovered from inside SCP-4221-2. Dr. Keagan: -ing audio quality. Okay, we're live. Test number 337, autonomous drone. Begin video. Video shows SCP-4221-1, standing in the kitchen, its arm inside of SCP-4221-2. After several minutes of feeding, SCP-4222-1 departs. The drone moves forward, passing through SCP-4221-2. Video shows a room stained with mold. One fluorescent light is functional, while others are present but shattered. Audio quality immediately becomes fuzzier, with additional hisses and crackles throughout. There is a banging sound that was not audible on previous recordings. Dr. Keagan: Steer the drone towards the sound. From the mic readings, I'd estimate it at 223.5. Down the hallway on the left. Then set it to auto, and have it start heading back when the battery's at 60%. Director █████ thinks we've been pushing them too far. Hole is closing in 5, 4, 3- Contact with Command is lost. The drone continues under autonomous guidance. The hallway opens up into a large, high-ceilinged room with several doors leading in other directions. The drone sweeps through the large room first. The room seems to have originally been constructed of brick or cinderblocks but is now almost entirely coated in black, consistent in appearance with mold samples previously obtained. Faded colors remain visible on the doors, with two green doors, a blue door, and a red door. As the drone passes by the red door, the banging intensifies, and a puddle of vivid red liquid seeps from under the door. The drone continues its autonomous pattern, entering the first green door. The room is a bare concrete cube, stained with black. On the floor are six skeletons. Each appears human but with distorted features, including lengthened legs, horns, and extra ribcage, etc. No two skeletons have the same distortion. They are evenly spaced in a radial pattern, with an empty spot indicating an absent seventh figure. The drone moves on to the blue door. It contains smashed and scattered mechanical fragments surrounding a large pedestal. On the pedestal is a large oaken door and frame with seven locks. The door is not attached to any wall. All locks are broken, and the door hangs loosely from the frame. The banging stops. The drone continues on to the second green door, and the banging resumes. This room is filled with instruments that appear designed for incarceration or causing pain. Identified devices include whips with black glassy shards embedded in them, chains, bladed implements such as daggers and hooked knives, and wooden tables covered in deep cuts. The drone approaches the red door, but it is closed. The drone pushes against the door, and the banging intensifies. More red liquid spurts from behind the door, now with streaks of black in it. The drone continues on its path and returns to its original location, where it is recovered 23 hours later. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4221" by Adl3z and MathBrush, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4221. 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-4222 being disentangled from a net. Item #: SCP-4222 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4222 is to be contained and protected in its natural habitat. Foundation naval assets are to maintain a 5km zone of exclusion around the approximate location of SCP-4222. Civilian vessels approaching the zone are to be redirected using cover story SCP-4222-A ("rescue operation"). MTF Mu-17 ("Sea Shepherds") are tasked with tracking and protecting SCP-4222. In the event of atypical value fluctuation by City Trust International Bank stock, a marine veterinarian is to assess the health of SCP-4222 within one business day. Personnel assigned to the SCP-4222 containment team are prohibited from purchasing CTIB stock. Description: SCP-4222 is a Northern bluefin tuna with the City Trust International Bank corporation (CTIB) located in its gut. SCP-4222 displays no anomalous physical properties other than possessing a financial institution in place of a digestive system. The processes by which SCP-4222 interacts with telecommunication devices and ships/receives materials are not yet understood. Monitoring of wireless transmission indicates that all CTIB transactions are being conducted through SCP-4222; intercepted communications1 confirm that the company's routine operations are occurring inside of a bluefin tuna. No CTIB offices or employees have been confirmed to exist outside of the tuna.2 City Trust International Bank continues to operate, and is financially entangled with 23% of the companies on the New York Stock Exchange. Disruption of the company's operations would cause severe economic instability and threaten the normalcy of the world economy.3 Research on extracting the corporation from the gut of the entity is underway. The point in time at which City Trust International Bank went or became inside a tuna is the subject of ongoing investigation. Addenda: + Intercepted communication sample – hide block From: EstevezJ@████.███ To: WilliamsM@████.███ Subject: Nice work Congratulations, your call about the conversion rate from squid proteins to deutchmarks was dead on. Unfortunately, Kelly is still out on sick leave - she's been working out of the lower intestine, and that last round of bowel parasites is crossing right through her. We're going to need someone to lock in those trades by the end of the day, the sooner the better. Get this taken care of, then meet me at the gallbladder after close of trade for a round of enzymes. My treat. -J James Estevez Junior Vice President Protein Acquisition and Absorption City Trust International Bank North Atlantic Region ~~"Capital isn't scarce; vision is" - Sam Walton~~ + Exploration log 4222-001E – hide block An autonomous probe was installed in a bait fish and fed to SCP-4222 to assess its internal anatomy. Mission commences. Tongue and gill interiors appear normal. 4 seconds: Probe enters the throat. Video shows typical interior of bluefin tuna esophagus. Typing and easy listening jazz can be heard. 12 seconds: Probe enters the stomach. Stomach contents appropriate for a bluefin tuna4 are visible in addition to stomach walls and digestive fluids. The toe of a wingtip shoe is visible protruding from from the stomach wall on the right side of the frame. 13 seconds: A female arm passes through the frame, holding an Android smartphone on which it uses its thumb to type. 14 seconds: A discolored square is visible in the upper part of the frame, with patterns resembling text. Text is illegible, though with formatting that suggests a contract or financial document. Thick fingers5 emerge from the walls of the stomach and begin stroking the interior of the square. 15 seconds: The outline of a face is visible beneath the stomach acid at the bottom of the frame6. The face expresses intense duress and makes motions indicative of drowning. 17 seconds: Stomach wall contracts on the left of the frame as gas bubbles shift in the digestive acid. Cheering and excited vocalization by a group of about 15 voices can be heard in the distance. 18 seconds: Camera reaches the duodenum. 19-278 seconds: Camera rests against sphincter leading into large intestine. Sounds of office equipment and gurgling can be heard periodically. 279 seconds: Camera passes through duodenum into large intestine. Texture and coloration of organ walls are clearly distinct from fish digestive tract; analysis later confirmed that the interior of the large intestine was human rather than piscine. 280-284 seconds: The autonomous probe, which is sized for the bluefin tuna digestive tract, ruptures the wall of the intestine. Heavily muffled, extremely distressed vocalizations can be heard. 285 seconds: Transmission ends as camera is audibly crushed. 4 hours after the conclusion of Exploration 4222-001, reports were detected that Massachusetts General Hospital in Boston, MA had admitted CTIB Chief Financial Officer Jacob Chapman with severe abdominal pain and herniation.7 Foundation automated surveillance was alerted when hospital records stated that "drone parts" were extracted from Chapman's large intestine. Agents Larson and Reynolds were dispatched to investigate. Contact was lost with the agents shortly after they reported entering the hospital. The agents' implanted tracking devices recorded that they had been transported to the vicinity of SCP-4222; marine rescue teams were deployed, but were unable to locate the agents. Over the next several days, DNA from each of the missing personnel was found in stool samples collected from SCP-4222. Further exploration of any physical space inside SCP-4222 and/or contractually associated with City Trust International Bank requires L4 approval. + Cost Reduction Proposal 4222-018CR (excerpt) – hide block Starman (Mu-17 Delta) and trainer during equipment check. Protection of SCP-4222 requires diverting SCP-4222 from commercial fishing routes and oil spills, diverting sharks and orcas from its location, and ensuring that it is not trapped in discarded nets or other debris. Frequent intervention by divers is required: 336 dives per year on average since initial containment. Though diving operations are relatively safe and inexpensive, the entity's anomalous properties have proven hazardous to the financial health of human divers. Interfering with SCP-4222's movement path or accidentally passing underneath it can result in the loss of retirement funds, revocation of mortgages, damage to credit scores and in one case the repossession of a set of SCUBA equipment being worn by a containment team member.8 The largest part of SCP-4222's budget in 2017 (64%, up from 49% the previous year) was used to reimburse personnel affected by these phenomena. To decrease risks and costs associated with SCP-4222, the containment team recommends forming a task force of bottlenose dolphins trained to protect the object and confine it to safe locations within its natural habitat. Approval was granted following a cost-benefit analysis and Ethics Committee vote of 6-1 in favor. A panel of marine biologists and behavior specialists was convened to develop an appropriate training program for a pod of eleven bottlenose dolphins9 designated MTF Mu-17 ("Sea Shepherds"). Since MTF Mu-17 began operation in January 2017, there have been zero Foundation casualties associated with SCP-4222. The constant proximity of the mobile task force to SCP-4222 has made it possible to reduce the zone of exclusion from 5 to 3 km, lowering the cost of containment by over 20%. UPDATE November 2017: Following the discovery that the anomaly interacts with the finances of Mu-17's trainers and handlers, 4 of the dolphins10 were trained to teach and reinforce skills related to containment protocols. This action successfully eliminated the need for daily management by human personnel, lowering containment costs by a further 28%. UPDATE August 2018: Following the escape of Starman (Mu-17 Delta) and Zippy (Mu-17 Kilo), bottlenose dolphins in the wild have been observed herding and collecting bluefin tuna using techniques derived from Foundation training. Efforts to locate and amnesticize all dolphins and other marine mammals exposed to such techniques are underway. Media and academic reports of dolphins establishing tuna-based economies are to be discredited. Footnotes 1. See addendum "Intercepted Communication." 2. See addendum "Exploration log 4222-001E." 3. Attempts to wall off or otherwise artificially contain SCP-4222 in a single location have resulted in immediate and severe anomalous fluctuations in the global currency exchange. 4. Biomass composed of tissues from smaller fish, stomach acid, polyps. 5. Analysis of finger proportions indicate that they belong to a male, approximately 50 years old, with a BMI in the "overweight" category and a moderate probability of dying from heart disease within 3 years. 6. Face appears to belong to a male 20 to 40 years of age, but detailed analysis is obscured by digestive fluid and partially digested sardine tissue. 7. Rupturing of the stomach through the abdominal wall. 8. The SCUBA equipment was later found on a Galapagos penguin on the coast of Fernandina Island. 9. Benny, Starman, Ranger, Ursula, Zippy, Rex, Morgan, Charity, Roscoe, Wallace, and Tank 10. Starman, Ursula, Roscoe, and Zippy.
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SCP-4223
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by stormbreath NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION The following file was given to this iteration of the Department of Extra-Universal Affairs from an equivalent in Universe B-2004-β. The information contained within does not represent baseline reality (Universe A-173-α). All redactions were present in the original file from B-2004-β. Item #: SCP-4223 Site Responsible: COMMAND Site-01 Director: O5 Command Research Head: N/A Assigned Task Force: N/A Level 4/4223 Extra-Universal Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4223 is currently regarded as nonanomalous in consensus reality and does not require full containment as a result. Containment procedures are to focus on the maintenance of this perception to the public. SCP-4223-2 is regarded as an extremely unlikely but theoretically possible and poorly understood natural phenomenon. This has been accepted into consensus reality, with little research being conducted into the mechanism of SCP-4223-2. Foundation embeds in major universities, research groups and PepsiCo are to discourage serious scientific inquiry into SCP-4223-2. SCP-4223-1 has been explained as the recipe to SCP-4223-A being hard to reverse-engineer, as a result of the unusual origin. A cover story detailing the likely existence of an unidentified key ingredient has been disseminated and accepted into consensus reality. Description: SCP-4223 is a pair of anomalous phenomena affecting the production of SCP-4223-A. By itself, SCP-4223-A has been determined to be nonanomalous. SCP-4223-A is a carbonized soft drink with an aquamarine color and a tropical lime flavor, with the designation of SCP-4223-A covering a wide variety of slight deviations. The most common variant of SCP-4223-A is commercially sold and marketed as Mountain DewTM Baja Blast by PepsiCo. SCP-4223-1 is a global phenomenon inhibiting the artificial synthesis of SCP-4223-A. Despite the ability of recipes to produce SCP-4223-A in regions not affected by SCP-4223-1,1 such recipes will produce SCP-4223-B in the presence of SCP-4223-1. SCP-4223-B is an uncarbonated liquid which has a taste exclusively described as "battery acid". No other descriptors have ever been applied to SCP-4223-B, and it is believed to be a low-grade cognitohazard. As a result of SCP-4223-1, imitations of SCP-4223-A cannot be produced, as they generally fall under the small range of variations included in the SCP-4223-A designation. As such, SCP-4223-A is marketed as a unique and rare novelty product and is typically regarded as a high-end soft drink. SCP-4223-2 is a local phenomenon affecting Hartman Geyser, located in Baja California, Mexico. The surrounding area of Hartman Geyser is composed of non-anomalous silicates and calcium compounds, as well as several cationic metallic particles, which hold their charge despite being grounded; these particles partially act as a catalyst for SCP-4223-2. Natural processes in and around Hartman Geyser result in the production of SCP-4223-A in the well of the Hartman Geyser. Once per year, typically in late August, the Hartman Geyser will erupt, as a result of the accumulated pressure.2 This eruption is then bottled by PepsiCo and distributed commercially. Addendum 4223.1: History and Cultural Significance of SCP-4223-A SCP-4223-2 is believed to have been created in the aftermath of the 001-Apotheosis Event, in which SCP-001 was partially assembled near La Paz, Mexico in late 1942. During this event, side-effects of the primary anomaly created SCP-4223, most likely unintentionally. SCP-4223-1 is believed to have always existed. SCP-4223-2 was discovered in 1954 by two American civilians, Barney and Ally Hartman, and quickly purchased from the local landowner, who was unaware of the anomaly. The Hartman brothers named the Hartman Geyser after themselves and began limited bottling operations. During the course of their attempts to recreate SCP-4223-A outside of SCP-4223-2, they discovered the formula for baseline Mountain Dew. PepsiCo purchased the rights to both SCP-4223-2 and Mountain Dew in 1964 and began to distribute the beverage nationally. Ordinary variants of Mountain Dew were easily replicable and thus sold as a general product to stores and restaurants. However, the supply of SCP-4223-A was limited as a result of the source. In order to capitalize on their limited supply of SCP-4223-A and sell the product, SCP-4223-A was marketed as a luxury product, with the origin of SCP-4223-2 being used in the marketing. This marketing campaign was successful, and the demand for the product was kept higher than the limited supply. In 1965, Foundation agents investigated the origins of SCP-4223-A and SCP-4223-2. This investigation concluded that, while unlikely, SCP-4223 could have occurred under baseline conditions, and there was not strong evidence of anomalous phenomena. This conclusion has been overturned following a later investigation with better equipment. Addendum 4223.2: Discovery of Anomalous Nature The initial indication of SCP-4223 was recovered during a 2019 meeting between the Department of Extra-Universal Affairs of baseline reality and an equivalent from A-173-α. An excerpt from this meeting follows below: [EXTRANEOUS DATA EXPUNGED] Trevor Bailey (B-2004-β): I'm going to go get something to drink, we can continue the religious symbol trading when I get back. Want anything? Trevor Bailey (A-173-α): What do you have? Trevor Bailey (B-2004-β): Oh, the usual. Beer, wine, Baja Blast, water, tea, whatever you want. Trevor Bailey (A-173-α): Baja Blast? Trevor Bailey (B-2004-β): Good choice, that was what I was just about to get myself. Trevor Bailey (A-173-α): No, is that fancy in this universe? Trevor Bailey (B-2004-β): Oh, yeah, it is. It isn't in yours? Trevor Bailey (A-173-α): Nope, just a low-end soda. Pretty bad rep, even. I'll take one though, it could always hit the spot. Trevor Bailey (B-2004-β) briefly leaves and returns with two glasses filled with SCP-4223-A, and places one in front of Trevor Bailey (A-173-α). Trevor Bailey (A-173-α): Hmm, tastes the same. Trevor Bailey (B-2004-β): So is it just a minor novelty in your dimension? Trevor Bailey (A-173-α): I suppose. It's really only sold in Taco Bells, I guess it's exclusive there? Trevor Bailey (B-2004-β): Hmm. Just seems a bit weird given where it comes from. Trevor Bailey (A-173-α): Huh? Where does it come from here? Trevor Bailey (B-2004-β): It wells up in a geyser in South America and then explodes in the Baja Blast once a year, right? Trevor Bailey (A-173-α): That is 100% anomalous. Trevor Bailey (B-2004-β): … Shit. Following this exchange, a new investigation was launched into the nature of SCP-4223. With the usage of Kant Counters, which had not been in widespread usage in 1965, it was determined that local reality surrounding SCP-4223-2 was significantly weaker than the baseline. Similarities were also noted between SCP-4223 and SCP-2217. As such, it was concluded that SCP-4223 was anomalous. Additionally, O5-6 issued the following statement: It has come to my attention that Hartman Geyser may be anomalous. If so, it is likely the result of a separate classified anomaly that was active in late 1942. Full information has been given to the SCP-4223 HMCL Supervisor. Addendum 4223.3: Religious Significance of SCP-4223-A Further analysis of the cultural significance of SCP-4223-A has indicated one prominent connection to a known anomalous group - specifically, the Church of the Broken God. Several notable ancient Mekhanists make reference to a drink with similar attributes to SCP-4223-A, describing it as the chosen drink of Mekhane and equivalent to the nectar of the Olympian Gods. The relevance of Mekhane having a preferred drink is never explained. It is currently unknown how SCP-4223-A was produced during the ancient Mekhanist period, but it is believed that another instance of SCP-4223-2 existed during that time period. This instance was likely destroyed but might be SCP-2217. Modern-day Mekhanist groups are divided on the interpretation of SCP-4223-A. While GoI-004C ("Church of Maxwellism") has adopted SCP-4223-A as a sacred beverage, GoI-004B ("Cogwork Orthodox Church") has entirely rejected SCP-4223-A, claiming that the relevant scripture is noncanonical. GoI-004A ("The Broken Church") remains divided on the issue, being a point of debate in the Church. An excerpt from the Homeric Hymn to Mekhane3 regarding SCP-4223-A follows below: … They rushed to the opened halls of Mekhane, goddess descended from Olympus4. The banquet tables, having been opened lay with bountiful food, the nectar and ambrosia of the heavens. The celebrants sipped the nectar, that sweet liquid with the color of seawater and strange taste from Indian5 lands. It rises with the will of Mekhane, delighting the mouth with its strange and unknown textures. … Addendum 4223.4: O5-Council Deliberations The O5 Council, as part of their regular meetings, discussed containment of SCP-4223 and proper management of the anomaly. Redactions have been made to the following transcript that relate to the containment of other anomalies, in order to preserve proper containment. For unredacted transcripts, contact the acting RAISA supervisor. O5-4: Baja Blast is anomalous? The luxury, high end soda? O5-2: As trivial as the matter seems, it is indeed an anomaly, and an unavoidable one, it seems. O5-6: Containment is difficult, to say the least. Baja Blast has become a well-integrated piece of normalcy. We could shut down PepsiCo and remove all Baja Blast from circulation, but that would inevitably raise questions. O5-11: But allowing an anomaly to remain in common circulation is untenable. We cannot allow this system to remain. Simply put, we have to do something about this. O5-7: Let me remind the Council that the continued existence of Pepsi is vital to the containment of both SCP-████ and SCP-████, and is mandated by the procedures of both. O5-1: And a containment breach of the first would be rather unfortunate, to say the least. The second not so much. O5-8: That's putting aside the gravity of destroying a Fortune 500 company for something that is nonanomalous by itself. Getting rid of Pepsi might not even do anything - the rights to Mountain Dew could be sold off in their closure. O5-3: Have we considered using the Ennui Protocol to contain this anomaly? O5-8: Yes, but it won't be feasible. Ennui is only effective in containing conceptual anomalies, or convincing the public that an anomaly is not anomalous. The public already believes it is not. O5-13: That gives me an idea. We allow it to go uncontained for the time being. But the next time we turn 2000 on and restart society, we can contain it then. There are several anomalies in containment that were once considered to be a part of normalcy, before other resets. It's what we currently plan to do concerning the Gulf of Mexico. O5-1: It's worked well in the past. O5-6: Simple enough. How long is the list of anomalies we'll need to contain following the next reboot, in any case? O5-10: It is currently three hundred and fifty one items long. O5-13: Most of it minor, correct? O5-10: Less than ideal. O5-1: Let's put it to a vote. Show of hands? Shuffling. O5-1: Motion passes. Anomaly will go uncontained until the next activation of the Ganymede Protocol. Following these deliberations, the current Containment Procedures for SCP-4223 were implemented, and it was assigned the esoteric Archon Object Class, as proper containment is theoretically possible, but would likely have adverse effects on consensus reality. Addendum 4223.5: Parallel Extra-Universal Anomaly During a follow-up meeting by the Department of Extra-Universal Affairs to the meeting detailed in Addendum 4223.2, the existence of another phenomenon highly similar to SCP-4223 in Reality M-121948-δ was discovered. An excerpt from this meeting follows below: [EXTRANEOUS DATA EXPUNGED] Trevor Bailey (M-121948-δ): I'm going to go get something to drink, we can continue the religious symbol trading when I get back. Want anything? Trevor Bailey (A-173-α): That'd be great, thank you. Trevor Bailey (B-2004-β): What do you have? Trevor Bailey (M-121948-δ): Oh, the usual. Beer, wine, Mountain Dew, water, tea, whatever you want. Trevor Bailey (B-2004-β): Mountain Dew? Trevor Bailey (A-173-α): Oh god, not again. Trevor Bailey (M-121948-δ): Good choice, that was what I was just about to get myself. Trevor Bailey (B-2004-β): No, is that fancy in this universe? Trevor Bailey (A-173-α): The Pataphysicists were wrong! God isn't a horror writer, he's a hack! stormbreath (scp-wiki): Guilty as charged. Trevor Bailey (M-121948-δ): Oh, yeah, it is. It isn't in yours? Trevor Bailey (B-2004-β): Nope, just a low-end soda. Pretty bad rep, even. I'll take one though, it could always hit the spot. Trevor Bailey (A-173-α): Get me one too. Trevor Bailey (M-121948-δ) briefly leaves and returns with three glasses filled with Mountain Dew, and places one in front of Trevor Bailey (A-173-α) and Trevor Bailey (Β-2004-β). Trevor Bailey (B-2004-β): Hmm, tastes the same. Trevor Bailey (A-173-α): Same as my dimension too. Trevor Bailey (M-121948-δ): So is it just a minor novelty in your dimension? Trevor Bailey (B-2004-β): I suppose. It's really only sold in Taco Bells, I guess it's exclusive there? Trevor Bailey (A-173-α): The difference between normal Dew and Blast in your dimension makes no sense. Trevor Bailey (M-121948-δ): Hmm. Just seems a bit weird given where it comes from. Trevor Bailey (B-2004-β): Huh? Where does it come from here? Trevor Bailey (A-173-α): Oh, here's the stinger, how stupid is it going to be? Trevor Bailey (M-121948-δ): It accumulates on the grasses of a few mountains in Siberia during the morning, right? Trevor Bailey (B-2004-β): That is 100% anomalous. Trevor Bailey (A-173-α): Laughing. Trevor Bailey (M-121948-δ): … Shit. In Reality M-121948-δ, Mountain Dew is formed as the natural accumulation of liquids on small plants on a few mountains in Siberia, in territory associated with the Daevite Empire. Mountain Dew was not harvested in large amounts until 1954 when the Hartman brothers discovered the anomaly and began bottling it. Other Mountain Dew varieties6 were created as an attempt to replicate the liquid. Information from the M-121948-δ copy of SCP-140 indicated that this phenomenon was known to the Daevite Empire, and was regarded as culturally relevant, similar to the Mekhanist view of SCP-4223-A. The Department of Extra-Universal Affairs is currently contacting its equivalents in an attempt to discover more parallel anomalies and is distributing copies of this file to its equivalents in order to potentially find an explanation for these similarities. Backlinks: twistedgears-kaktus-proposal, SCP-2000 Footnotes 1. Areas not affected by SCP-4223-1 include off-world locations (such as Lunar Area-32) or extradimensional locations (such as Site-64). 2. This event is colloquially referred to as "The Baja Blast." 3. An anonymous poem regarding Mekhane, suppressed to conceal the existence of GOI-004. Homeric refers to dialect and meter, rather than author. 4. Syncretism of Mekhane and traditional Greek pantheon, refers to increased presence of Mekhane on Earth compared to pantheon. 5. Likely refers to Southeast Asia in general rather than modern India. India would have been the closest region to actual origin of limes known to the Ancient Greeks. 6. Including Baja Blast ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4223" by stormbreath, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4223. 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-4224: History Will Be Kind To Me 「In The Air Tonight」 Image Sources: 1) SCP_Trans.png by The Great Hippo, CC-BY-SA 3.0 2) Cantley Sugarbeet factory at Night by Ashley Dace, CC-BY-SA 2.0 3) Polmone d'acciaio (Alvis Motor Company) by Luca Borghi, CC-BY-SA 3.0 Acknowledgements: Uncle Nicolini, for critique. IndigoElks, for critique. Gekkoguy, for critique. incidental_cabbage, for encouragement and critique. WrongJohnSilver, for critique and pointing out some errors. magnadeus does not match any existing user name, for critique. MrBazzle, for critique Vivax, for in-depth critique and major help with the ending and consistency of the article. MrPines, for the hover code CSS. Rounderhouse, for making the CSS theme. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Open File Close File Item #: SCP-4224 Threat Level: White/Red ◎ 5/4224 CLASSIFIED Site-97 during Ennui protocol activation. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4224 is permanently located within a specialized containment cell within Site-97. SCP-4224 is to remain within its life support system permanently, and electricity is to be continuously supplied to the cell. A backup generator is also installed and automatically activated in the event of main power failure. Medical staff must constantly monitor SCP-4224's homeostatic status; any deviation from nominal levels must be immediately corrected. Secreted Substance RJ-O1 "ROYAL JELLY" is collected in a secure vessel exterior to SCP-4224's chamber. This vessel, and by extension all SCP-4224 products, are considered Class-V extreme biological hazards. 255 instances of SCP-4224-1 are to be contained within a panopticon1 located at Site-97. The cells are to be equipped with basic living facilities alongside an additional gas inlet, waste, and outlet pipes, as well as a wall-mounted monitor. Interactions with SCP-4224-1 instances are to be minimized, and guards must regularly be checked for DR-O1 "DRONE" infection. Upon expiry of SCP-4224, an SCP-4224-1 instance is to be promoted to SCP-4224 status. Upon expiry of SCP-4224-1 instances, a random selection of D-Class without any notable characteristics, history or experience are to be exposed to DR-O1 followed immediately by RJ-O1 and contained as an SCP-4224-1 instance. SCP-4224-1 instances are to be conditioned to release Substance DR-O1 upon visual stimulation, while SCP-4224 is to be conditioned to release Substance RJ-O1 upon visual stimulation. In accordance with the Ennui Protocol Directive, the majority of Site-97's functions are controlled by a remote terminal, accessible only to the O5 Council. SCP-4224's life support system (hover to enlarge) Description: SCP-4224 is a Russian female approximately 90 years old, named "Natalya Ignatova" prior to Foundation classification. Due to the deteriorating health of SCP-4224, it must be attached to a bespoke Foundation-created life support system. SCP-4224 produces two products at will, designated RJ-O1 and DR-O1. These substances are detailed below. RJ-O1 "ROYAL JELLY" Characteristics: Viscous, translucent liquid at room temperature. Visually resembles honey. Containment: Contained in a chilled (5 oC) Class-V biological hazard liquid tank. Effects: Once RJ-O1 enters the digestive system in volumes greater than 500 mg, the individual is granted immunity to subsequent DR-O1 exposure. The individual's morphology changes to accommodate the generation of RJ-O1 and DR-O1 substances unique to the individual, allowing them to create these substances at will. Infectees are designated SCP-4224-1. Application: Due to the unfamiliarity of secreting RJ-O1 and DR-O1 substances, individuals must be applied DR-O1 prior to RJ-O1 application. RJ-O1 may be administered orally or through injection. DR-O1 "DRONE" Characteristics: Airborne viral pathogen. Invisible to the naked eye. Containment: Contained in a body-temperature (37 oC) Class-V biological hazard aerosol tank or storage vat. Effects: Infection causes only behavioural symptoms, detailed below. When infected, the pathogen causes massive neural remodelling to the host's brain. This process takes approximately two weeks to complete and is highly energy intensive, requiring a caloric intake of 5000 kcal/day to sustain. After infection of DR-O1, the process is irreversible. After initial infection, the disease begins the transformation in the prefrontal cortex and progresses posteriorly. Meaning that personality is affected first, before affecting other areas such as facial recognition, memory, language, reading, etc. After the process is complete the individual's connectome will mirror that of the individual that synthesized the DR-O1 substance, creating a neurologically identical copy. Infected individuals act autonomously, but identify as the parent except in cases where infiltration is required, such as assuming a position of authority. Application: For DR-O1 harvested before Ennui activation, an oral-nasal mask is attached to a DR-O1 tank and opened for 3 seconds once secured over the patient. Aseptic techniques must be followed when working with pre-Ennui DR-O1. DR-O1 harvested post-Ennui activation may be used freely. Note: The following addenda are out-of-date, and saved for purely archival reasons. Addendum 4224-A: Heather Everwood's Video Logs Heather Everwood's Video Log #1 <Begin Video> Camera is stationary and pointed directly at SCP-4224, who is pacing within its cell. Researcher Everwood and Selks enter the frame, equipped with oral-nasal masks and air tanks and carrying chairs. Selks and Everwood seat themselves before SCP-4224's containment cell, facing away from the camera. Everwood: Good evening, SCP-4224. 4224: (to Selks) Another one so soon? Shame, the old assistant started to grow on me. Selks: (to Everwood) You sure you want to take the lead? Everwood: (to Selks) What do you mean? Selks: Well, if you're uncomfortable taking the reigns, just let me know. Alright? Everwood: Sure thing. (to 4224) We would like to ask you some questions, if that's fine with you? 4224: Do I really have a choice? Everwood: Of course you have a choice. We could come back tomorrow if now's a bad t- Researcher Selks places a hand on Everwood's shoulder and shakes his head slightly. Selks: Sorry, my colleague here's new to how we handle up-close interaction. What she means to say is that we can't force you to co-operate, per se, but we can reprimand you. 4224: (pause) Ask away. Selks gestures to Everwood to continue Everwood: Uh, so, (pause) when did you first come into possession of your anomalous traits? 4224: It was a long time ago. Back when I was in my mid-teens. I discovered a beehive in my garden shed. When I was little I loved fuzzy animals, and I managed to pester my mother to keep the hive in there. Funny thing is, because I had to move my bike out of the shed, it got stolen! All for those little bumbling creatures… Selks: Is this tangent necessary? 4224: Well, I remembered that the hive nearly died the previous winter, and I doubted it would survive another. I was concerned, so I waited until the temperature was low so that the bees would be pacified. When I peered into the hive and saw thousands upon thousands of dead bees, piled atop each other. A pile of cold, fuzzy bodies. I ran back into the house and cried in front of the fire. Those bees were the closest thing to a pet I'd had to that point. Researcher Selks leans back in his chair and folds his arms. Everwood leans forward slightly. 4224: My mother sat by my side. I explained to her what had happened. I don't think she understood, but she went straight to the beehive. She returned shortly with her hands clasped around something. Selks: Is this relevant to the question at hand? 4224: (pause) Maybe if you listen a little longer, you'll find out? Researcher Selks scoffs and looks to Everwood, who does not reciprocate. 4224: So my mother sits beside me and holds up an empty jam jar. Well, not exactly empty. "Natalya," she said, "do you know why the bees were like that?" I said I didn't. "They died for her." she said, raising up a single bee, frostbitten, shivering, but still alive. SCP-4224 sighs 4224: I woke up the next morning and checked on the bee. It was gone, but it left behind some honey for us. We ate that honey with some toast, and I'd be lying to say it wasn't the sweetest honey we'd ever eaten. Ever since then, I've been able to do what I do. Researcher Selks runs his hands through his hair and sighs. Selks: What a long-winded explanation. 4224: (laughing) Sorry if I wasted your time. I don't get to talk to people very much. Researcher Selks prompts Everwood to continue, who simply shrugs in response Selks: This interview is over. We'll be back tomorrow, 4224, and I expect a more direct response. Researcher Everwood turns off the camera. Video feed cuts to a shaky shot of Researcher Selks by a coffee machine Selks: What are you doing, Everwood? Everwood: A post-script. Might as well keep the logs in the same format, you know? Selks: Whatever, you're the one who's going to have to write up the transcript. Everwood: You said you'd do that! Selks: No, Everwood. I said I'd do the video recordings, but you were adamant you do those as well. I even complimented you on your independence. Everwood: I don't reca- Selks: (interrupting) Anyway, you did alright in the interview. It's not the way I would've done it, but it was a decent job. The major issue, though, is that you didn't pressure her on her story. You just let that bullshit slide? Everwood: What do you mean? Selks: Her story was obviously just made up. A bee can't produce that much honey, especially overnight. Queens don't produce honey at all. There's too many contradictions with reality. Everwood: Couldn't the bees be anomalous? Selks: Are you just going to believe her blindly? That's a naïve approach, Everwood. A more likely explanation is she's just trying to play with us. Everwood: I'm sure we can pick her up on it in future interviews. Researcher Selks shakes his head, and places a hand on Everwood's shoulder. Selks: On the whole, you did great. Especially for a first attempt. I'm sure you're going to be a valuable asset in the future. <End Video> Heather Everwood's Video Log #5 <Begin Video> Camera is placed in the same position as the first interview. Two empty chairs are placed before SCP-4224's containment chamber, and Everwood can be heard off-screen. After a brief adjustment of the camera's settings, Everwood alone sits before SCP-4224. Everwood: Good evening, SCP-4224. I'm here to ask you some questions. 4224: Sure, go ahead. Everwood: On the group organisation of those under the influence of "Delta-Romeo: Option-One 'DRONE'": we're aware that your drones act autonomously, but we were wondering how the social interaction between multiple versions of yourself would play out. 4224: (brief pause) Where's that other guy? Everwood: You mean Selks? He's off work today. 4224: So you're an intern or something, right? Everwood: Well, no. I work under him, but it's not really the same thing. 4224: Don't worry about it, Miss…? Everwood: Everwood. Doctor Everwood. 4224: Well, Doctor Everwood, I hope you last longer than the last few he's had. Everwood: Is that a threat? 4224: (laughing) No, no. I haven't infected anyone since my twenties. I don't really know why they go, but nobody lasts more than a few months under him. Everwood: And you think Selks is the reason they leave? 4224: He's the common thread. Besides, I've seen nice people get stepped all over before. Both parties remain silent for a few moments. SCP-4224 sighs. 4224: They accept it, by the way. The drones, that is. They might rebel at first, depending on the circumstances, but they accept it eventually. In the end, it's just how benevolent your overlords are, isn't it? Everwood: Are you trying to say that Selks is more powerful than me? That's why he walks all over me? 4224: Not really. I have power, Miss Everwood, and I could've made everyone clones of myself. It wouldn't have taken more than a few months. But I didn't. Why do you think I did that? Everwood: Because it's unethical? 4224: Kind of. I'd be the worst tyrant in history. I'd literally be controlling thought, in a way. Putting me in charge would only make things worse. Everwood: What does this have to do with me? 4224: You can use what power you have, or you can bury it. I buried it, and look where I ended up. Those that use power will always subjugate those that don't. Everwood: (pause) Are you saying you think you should've infected everyone? 4224: Maybe. (pause) I haven't figured that out yet, but I know I wouldn't be in where I am today. Ask yourself if you're happy. If you're not, be thankful you still have the chance to change it. Video feed cuts to a still frame of Everwood in a well-lit room. Everwood does not look at the camera, but instead to an object to the bottom-left, off-screen. Everwood: This is the post-script I guess. Interview was mostly uneventful, but I think we got some insight into SCP-4224's thought process. She seems to have taken a liking to me, for some reason. Everwood remains silent for a few moments. Everwood: She said something about being unhappy because of her actions. I think she regrets being submissive all of her life, never making her mark on the world, even when she knew she could. Everwood sighs. Everwood: I might just be projecting on her, though. <End Video> Heather Everwood's Video Log #27 <Begin Video> Researcher Everwood places the camera before herself. Doctor Selks, SCP-4224 and some life support systems are in frame, alongside SCP-4224's vital monitors. SCP-4224 is unconscious. Everwood: Sedatives have taken effect. Proceeding with the physical checkup. Selks: Be careful in there. Drone pathogens may likely be in the air. Everwood: Understood. Researcher Everwood unlatches SCP-4224's life support system and pries it open. She then begins checking SCP-4224's muscles for atrophy. Everwood: Since "Video Log number 25" SCP-4224's Parkinson's has progressed to the point where her muscles are much stiffer and inflexible than before. While the medication has slowed it down, I doubt she'll last much longer. (pause) It's really a miracle that she's still able to communicate clearly. Researcher Selks looks at Everwood for a moment before returning to the medical equipment. Selks: It doesn't say anything about Parkinson's on SCP-4224's file. Researcher Everwood gives Selks a quizzical look. Everwood: It should. I added an addendum detailing its progression over the last couple months. The tremors started off small, but grew exponentially as time went on. Selks: There's no mention of this on the file. (passing a datapad to Everwood) Here, take a look for yourself. Everwood's eyes widen and her brow furrows. Everwood: But… it was right there. I could've sworn it was. <End Video> Addendum 4224-B: Heather Everwood's Research Request Research Request By Researcher Heather Everwood, Level 3 Request: To formally diagnose Parkinson's disease within SCP-4224. Reason: From my observations of SCP-4224, it can't be denied that the signs of Parkinson's disease are obvious. However, site staff have neglected to formally diagnose the disease. The diagnosis is vital information not only to make informed decisions on what medication to give to SCP-4224, but also to understand the nature of DR-O1 "Drone". For example, Parkinson's is a disease which affects the brain. Since DR-O1 copies the host's neural structure, one would expect to also see Parkinson's within the DR-O1 infectees. This is not the case; DR-O1 infectees show no signs of Parkinson's disease. DENIED - SCP-4224 Lead Researcher, Frank Selks I've denied this on principle. I've said time and time again: Don't make requests on the official documentation. It's messy, undemocratic, and a pain in the ass. If you have any more research requests, file them to my desk. OVERRULED - O5-7 Results: SCP-4224 is Parkinson's disease positive. While DR-O1 infectees show no signs of Parkinson's, the areas where the Parkinson's disease is located in SCP-4224 are very different between subjects. In fact, it appears that DR-O1 only writes over brain matter, and ignores damaged sections. The implications of these results are still being discussed. Comments: This research will likely provide great insight into the inner workings of the Drone pathogen. I'm honestly surprised that Researcher Selks didn't proceed with the diagnosis sooner. — O5-7 Everwood ever-so-slightly beat me to the punch on publication. I was tracking the intensity of the tremors over the last few months to be certain of the diagnosis, but that unnecessary attention to detail seems to be something that I struggle with. — Frank Selks Note: The following addenda are up-to-date. Addendum 4224-C: NOTICE FROM THE OVERSEER COUNCIL NOTICE FROM THE OVERSEER COUNCIL Effective immediately, SCP-4224 has been reclassified from Keter to Thaumiel. SCP-4224's threat level has been added to and is now dual red-white, rather than just red. This update has been due to recent discoveries regarding the nature of SCP-4224. Staff are reminded that SCP-4224 is not neutralized and should not be considered as such. SCP-4224 should still be considered a Keter-Class SCP and is still to be respected. SCP-4224 is still capable of causing an IK-Class "end-of-individuality" scenario if it breaches containment. In addition, all staff are to be informed of the newly developed Ennui Protocol. The nature of this protocol is top secret, but the attached procedures are to be carried out once activated. - O5-7 Ennui Protocol Directive Upon activation of the Ennui Protocol, all contained SCP-4224-1 instances are relaxed with a sedative gas and Class-F amnestics. This induces a vegetative state where the SCP-4224-1 entities are rendered suggestible blank slates, where they may be influenced according to O5 Command using the monitors within each cell. Once completed, the waste gas is siphoned from the room via the waste gas pipe and neurodegenerative cognitohazards displayed on the monitors, causing complete, irreversible loss of all brain function, with the exception of the semantic memory in all SCP-4224-1 individuals. Substance DR-O1 is then harvested and stored within an industrial-size aerosol storage tank. After 40 days of harvest, the aerosol is released into the atmosphere via funnels camouflaged as smokestacks. Addendum 4224-D: Heather Everwood's Complaint COMPLAINT REGARDING RESEARCHER FRANK SELKS Reviewer: O5-10 <Begin Recording> O5-10: Greetings, Doctor Everwood. I hope your journey was pleasant. Everwood: As pleasant as it could be. Yourself? O5-10: Let's cut the pleasantries, if you don't mind. We're both busy people, I'm sure. Let's get to business. Everwood: Alright. O5-10: For the record, please state the nature of your complaint. Everwood: I believe Frank Selks, SCP-4224's Lead Researcher, has been taking credit for others' work, then proceeding to get their positions terminated before they have a chance to voice their side of things. O5-10: That's quite a serious infraction, Doctor Everwoods. Do you have proof? Everwood: It's come to my attention that Frank Selks, specifically, goes very quickly through Level-3 researchers, coinciding with major discoveries regarding SCP-4224. Researcher Taylor was relieved after Selks discovered that Drone only affects the neural web of the affected individual. Gomez was terminated after Selks proposed that RJ-O1 may give immunity to DR-O1's effects. O5-10: This is odd, yes, but there's no clear cause and effect relat- Everwood: (interrupting) And since I submitted the Ennui Protocol to Selks, I've seen my video log transcripts being uploaded to the main file. I'm certain he's trying to set me up. O5-10: (pause) It has been reported that these logs are… unprofessional. Everwood: Yes! Of course it's been reported. Selks reported them, didn't he? O5-10: I'm not at liberty to say. Everwood: Well, he's cherry-picked them. There are over 30 video logs, but only 3 have been uploaded, trying to highlight my worst behaviour and make it seem like I have it out for him. O5-10: (pause) It has also come to my attention that your relationship with SCP-4224 is no longer completely professional, is that correct? You've been reported violating standard protocol when dealing with sentient SCP objects. Do you reject these claims? Everwood: (pause) I don't see how this is relevant to my complaint. O5-10: I'm saying, as you've become friendly with SCP-4224, you have a vested interest in seeing Researcher Selks demoted, yes? Researcher Everwood remains silent. O5-10: While more information is required, the Internal Affairs department will look over your case. If found guilty, researcher Selks will be terminated from his position, his research will be disqualified and retroactively fitted to reflect the true individuals responsible for the discoveries made. Everwood: Thank you. O5-10: However, your actions regarding SCP-4224 cannot be ignored. Neither can the fact that your presence has made an overall positive impact in SCP-4224's mental state. Normally, the ruling would range from demotion to termination of contract. I'm of the opinion that breaking the relationship you've forged with SCP-4224 would be a shame. O5-10 sighs. O5-10: Henceforth, your clearance has been demoted to 0-GENERAL with special 4/4224 clearance. You are no longer permitted to work with SCP objects, staff or Foundation Sites not relevant to SCP-4224. You may appeal after one year. Is that understood? Everwood: Yes. Thank you. <End Recording> Addendum 4224-E: Heather Everwood's Overseer Review Heather Everwood's Overseer Review Two weeks after being reprimanded due to unusual behaviour regarding an SCP object, Heather Everwood has repeatedly breached protocol resulting in violations of safety protocol, gross misconduct and negligence. The circumstances of SCP-4224's death is unknown as Heather Everwood fails to comment on the matter. Heather Everwood was discovered the morning following SCP-4224's death inside their containment chamber, sat beside SCP-4224's life-support system. Dinner plates, breadcrumbs and playing cards were found on the chamber's floor. A new SCP-4224 has been promoted. The caveat for Everwood's employment at the Foundation was dependent on the relationship between herself and SCP-4224. While it must be a heartbreaking time for Everwood, her employment contract must be terminated. I'll see her off in person. She deserves that, at least. — O5-10 Footnotes 1. Due to infection hazards, a regular prison risks too many personnel. A panoptical setup risks a minimal amount of guards without compromising security. O5 Clearance Confirmed… Launch Remote Terminal? yes no
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SCP-4225
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safe
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Wow! You've just found yourself your very own Amazing Alliterative Animal, a brand new series of Fantastic Friends and Perfect Pets brought to you by Dr. Wondertainment! by Kothardarastrix Item#: 4225 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4225 is to be kept in a standard reptile terrarrium at Site-66 and supplied with food, water, and veterinary care appropriate for a typical nonvenomous snake of its size. Only researchers whose first or last names start with "S" should interact with SCP-4225, so that transcription is possible. All of SCP-4225's shed skins are to be stored separately in a standard Safe-class locker. These skins may be accessed for study upon request. Description: SCP-4225 is a non-venomous snake of an unidentified species. It is 1.1 meters in length, with alternating 3-centimeter bands of scarlet and silver coloration along its entire body. The only exception to this pattern is a line of black text along its spine, reading “Sammy the Superfluous Serpent, by Sr. Supertainment”. When SCP-4225 sheds its skin, this same text is repeated on the new layer. SCP-4225 is capable of human speech, and possesses a level of intelligence roughly equivalent to that of a young child. SCP-4225 is a mild cognitohazard. Any speech directed at SCP-4225 (through any medium) must consist primarily of words beginning with the letter "s". Articles, some prepositions, and other short words (but no nouns) are exempt from this effect, as are numbers. Aside from these exceptions, any spoken word not beginning with the letter "s" will be silenced. SCP-4225 is also unable to deviate from this speech pattern, possibly because it is not immune to its own effect. Text is unaffected by the cognitohazard, but is not a viable form of communication with SCP-4225 due to its illiteracy. Attempts to teach it to read and write have thus far been unsuccessful. Addendum 4225-A: SCP-4225 was first contained when Foundation agents responded to reports of a talking snake at a pet store in █████, Washington. The owner of the pet store claimed to have no memory of the object's arrival. The owner and ██ civilians were given Class B amnestics, and SCP-4225 was contained without further incident. Interview 4225-1: <Begin Log> Dr. Sara Kothari: Salutations, Scip-42251. SCP-4225: Salutations, Sara! Dr. Kothari: State the source of your supernatural situation? SCP-4225: Sure! Señor Supertainment supplied me with such stuff. Dr. Kothari: Surely? SCP-4225: Certainly2. Dr. Kothari: Share the story? SCP-4225: See, Señor Supertainment shaped Sammy so that students studying speech should share 'standing3 of spelling. Also, Sammy is super silly! Dr. Kothari: I see. Is Sammy the sole superfluous snake by Señor Supertainment? SCP-4225: Sort of. See… [SCP-4225 coughs up a crumpled piece of paper. See Document 4225-a, below.] [Dr. Kothari attempts to say "thank you" but is silenced by SCP-4225's effect]. SCP-4225: Sorry. Dr. Kothari: 'sokay. <End Log> Addendum 4225-1: + show Document 4225-a - hide Document 4225-a Document 4225-a: Wow! You've just found yourself your very own Amazing Alliterative Animal, a brand new series of Fantastic Friends and Perfect Pets brought to you by Dr. Wondertainment! Find them all and complete the Zany Zoo! 01. Antonio the Artistic Aye-Aye 02. Buffalo the Buffalo Buffalo 03. Carlos the Cool Capybara 04. Dennis the Dirigible Dugong 05. Einstein the Enlightened Echinoderm 06. Ferdinand the Fancy Fish 07. Gwenda the Glamorous Gibbon 08. Hubert the Hilarious Humuhumunukunukuapuaʻa 09. Ignacio the Incredible Iguana 10. Jerome the Jolly Jellyfish 11. Kristen the Kindly Kinkajou 12. Liv the Literate Loris 13. Melanie the Manly Moose 14. Napoleon the Neat Newt 15. Octavian the Outstanding Owl 16. Percival the Preposterous Pangolin45 17. Quincy the Quite Quaint Quagga 18. robert the rich rodent 19. Sammy the Superfluous Serpent ✔ 20. Tyrone the Totally Tubular Tamandua 21. Ursula the Unknown Uguisu 22. Vivian the Violett Viper (discontinued) 23. Wilhelm the Wise Whelk 24. [DATA X-SPONGED] 25. Yancy the Yeatsian Yak Addendum 4225-2: Efforts to locate the other "Amazing Alliterative Animals" are ongoing. Footnotes 1. While usage of "scip" and similar colloquialisms in official documentation is discouraged, it is permitted in the case of SCP-4225 for ease of communication. 2. Words beginning with the soft "c" sound are not silenced by SCP-4225's effect. Further testing has shown that any language construct representing the sound made by the English "s" is likewise exempt. 3. Abbreviating words to bring them in line with the restrictions of SCP-4225's effects is only effective about 30% of the time. 4. Object is not believed to exist, as everyone knows there is no such thing as a pangolin. 5. This statement has been flagged for potential antimemetic corruption.
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SCP-4226
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thaumiel
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Item #: SCP-4226 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4226 must remain in an enclosure with a minimum floor area of 5m2; one which both accommodates its physical dimensions and provides enough marginal space for the full and rapid deployment of MTF Eta-20 (“Blind Ingestion”). A lockable entrance such as a door or hatch is ideal for testing, but is not otherwise necessary is vital for the effective use of the artifact. Researchers must be relieved of all items which could fracture the object before entering the enclosure for testing are hereby barred from further interaction with the artifact, except in the extenuating circumstances specified in the Addendum. Description: SCP-4226, save for its atypical water outlet, is indiscernible from other bathroom sinks commonly found in British university accommodation. It is comprised of a tiled wall with a small adhesive label that reads “Caution: Very Hot Water”, an eye-level square mirror, an enamelled cast-iron basin, a red valve wheel attached to a titanium spigot, and assorted plumbing which ends abruptly at the wall. From the spigot, there is a consistent, unceasing drip of tepid water. Extensive measurement aided by laser imaging showed that the time between each drip is exactly 2 seconds.1 The path of each droplet evidences their operation outside of normal gravitational laws. Despite only travelling around 20 centimetres, a droplet will fall slowly and uniformly, taking 2 seconds to reach the surface of the basin before the spigot drips again. This anomaly was responsible for the Foundation’s removal of the entity from the University of ██████ in the United Kingdom. The Foundation has conducted a series of tests using D-Class personnel. The experimentation, led by Researcher Castell, proceeded as follows: + DClass_Test_01_OPEN - DClass_Test_01_CLOSE At gunpoint, D-████ is instructed to turn the valve attached to SCP-4226.2 The subject is unable to turn it in either direction. Failure continues for 1 minute and 38 seconds before the subject lashes out at the armed personnel present and is summarily terminated. This behaviour is not thought to have been induced by the object itself. Measures to select more docile D-Class will be taken.3 Immediately following these events, Researcher Castell himself attempts the experiment to the protestation of his colleagues; first with the aid of an exoskeletal cybernetic arm, then with other purpose-built machinery. After repeated failures, the potential risk of damaging the artifact is deemed too great to continue with such methods. [DATA FOR TESTS 02-05 EXPUNGED] + DClass_Test_06_OPEN - DClass_Test_06_CLOSE D-11924 is instructed to interrupt the path of a single droplet. Nothing significant occurs. The subject is mildly dazed. The subject is instructed to interrupt the path of 60 droplets; to cup their hands and retain the water without allowing it to reach the surface of the basin. Immediately after the subject catches the first droplet, they step backward from SCP-4226 with anomalous velocity and vocalise an intense pain response.4 A significant amount of water falls from the subject’s hands. When asked why they ceased the experiment after only one drop, the subject is visibly confused. The subject relates that they could only catch around 50 droplets before the temperature of the water increased to an unmanageable level. The palms of the subject are severely scalded. [DATA FOR TESTS 07-13 EXPUNGED] + DClass_Test_14_OPEN - DClass_Test_14_CLOSE During transferral, D-12009 is non-compliant and tells Researchers that they have already taken part in the experiment. The experiment has not been revealed or explained to the subject at this point. No instructions have been given. Researcher Castell asks the subject to clarify. The subject insists that they have completed the experiment “at least 15 times” and “can’t stand the pain”. Researcher Castell asks the subject what the experiment is. The subject relates that they have been repeatedly instructed to interrupt the path of the droplets produced by SCP-4226, a constantly dripping sink, by ingesting 200 of them. This matches the planned experiment. Researcher Lark considers possible classification of D-12009 as an SCP object due to this precognition. Researcher Castell instead suggests that SCP-4226 is responsible for the anomaly. The subject is administered an amnestic and placed back into detainment. [ALL FURTHER TEST DATA EXPUNGED] Addendum: SCP-4226’s “Safe” classification has been was initially assigned due to the Foundation’s understanding of its two primary functions: 1. Temporal Halt: Any human individual who interrupts the path of a droplet with their skin will exist in a time-stasis, where all time outside of the confines of the individual’s body and the space that occupies the basin is halted as long as they are able to continuously maintain interruption.5 The steadily increasing temperature of the water far beyond normal evaporative heat and the lack of mobility caused by the necessity of skin contact prevent this particular function from being abused. 2. Temporal Regression: If the interactor with SCP-4226 interrupts the path of the droplets via ingestion, Temporal Halt will occur as expected along with its scalding effect. Once the dripping is allowed to resume, however, the interactor will experience the regressive effect: their mind will be transported, by unclear means, into the body of their past self. The temporal distance of this regression is equal to the time spent in Temporal Halt. In late 20██, Researcher Castell successfully sought out Foundation approval for SCP-4226’s re-classification to “Thaumiel” status. He argued that containment breaches could be pre-emptively halted via staff use of the object, despite its unwieldiness. The Foundation subsequently commissioned the organisation of MTF Eta-20 (“Blind Ingestion”), a Mobile Task Force formed of volunteers who have undergone drastic surgical and biomechanical modifications to their digestive tracts and nervous systems to enable them to consume extremely harmful substances, and to preserve, transform or destroy them internally. MTF Eta-20 (“Blind Ingestion”) members are able to withstand the extreme heat of the water from SCP-4226 for greatly extended durations. Any damage is erased once they experience Temporal Regression, making their deployment optimal for preventing containment breaches. + Extenuating Circumstances - Extenuating Circumstances While MTF Eta-20 (“Blind Ingestion”) is the only body of staff normally allowed to use the artifact, the Foundation has specified protocol for other personnel: Circumstance 1 – Mobile Task Force Failure: In the unlikely event that any one member of MTF Eta-20 (“Blind Ingestion”) fails to reach SCP-4226 before a containment breach event reaches critical levels (at the discretion of the Site Director), any staff member of security clearance Level 2 or above in the vicinity of the artifact is authorised to use the object for as long as possible. Circumstance 2 - Serious Damage to SCP-4226: It is unknown whether Temporal Regression will significantly alter the physical state of the object itself. However, if staff in the vicinity witness significant damage occurring or about to occur, they are authorised to attempt to reverse it. The Foundation recognises that containment breaches are not always preventable due to both unforeseen technological limitations and the stringent timeframes within which pre-emptive action is made possible. It is plausible probable that some SCP objects can resist the effects of SCP-4226 and the automatic re-containment it causes. It is imperative that these are discovered as soon as possible. Footnotes 1. The term “exactly” has been deemed appropriate due to the seemingly perfect synchronisation of SCP-4226’s dripping with The Foundation’s best atomic clocks. 2. The weapons used in this particular experiment were lethal voltage delivery platforms rather than standard projectile firearms. This was a policy implemented throughout the course of the study to reduce the possibility of damaging SCP-4226. 3. Chemical sedation of future subjects was suggested by Researcher Lark and promptly dismissed by Researcher Castell, who wished to have the subjects’ short-term recollections of their experiences be “crystal fucking clear”; though he did not specify why this was the case. 4. In a review of Test 06 footage, D-11924 appeared to move instantaneously, as though the recording equipment had skipped a significant number of frames. 5. The qualifier “human” is in place because SCP-4226’s droplets are currently untested on other animals or SCP objects. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4226" by Spinebolt, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4226. 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-4227
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keter
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Lake ████. Picture was taken by Dr. Larsson. Item#: SCP-4227 Warning sign located outside the secluded area surrounding Lake █████. Translation: Forest road. Obstacles and dangers may occur. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4227 is contained at its site of discovery. Electric fence with barbed wire is to be set up in the area surrounding the lake which SCP-4227 is located in. Security cameras are set up on the fence every 30 meters and are to be monitored 24 hours a day by assigned personnel. 4 armed guards are to be stationed at the main entrance to SCP-4227 at all times. Any non-personnel exposed or having viewed SCP-4227, 1 or more SCP-4227-A instance(s) or 1 or more SCP-4227-B instance(s) are to be escorted off the premises and are then to be given Class-A amnestics. In the event that 1 or more SCP-4227-A or SCP-4227-B instance(s) breaches containment, Mobile Task Force Epsilon-11 ("Nine-Tailed Fox"), Mobile Task Force Nu-7 (Hammer Down) or Mobile Task Force Gamma-6 ("Deep Feeders") are to be called into recontain the anomaly/anomalies. Mobile Task Force Lambda-5 ("White Rabbits") are then to be called in to attempt to repair the reality damage caused by the SCP-4227-A instance. Mobile Task Force units are authorized to terminate the SCP-4227-A instance(s) in question if recontainment is not possible, or if the instances in question have caused substantial damage to reality and/or the space-time continuum. The following is a note from MTF Nu-7 Commander ██████. 06/28/20██ The SCP-4227-A instances have limited stamina which drains real FAST if they're using their reality-bending abilities. So make sure to keep 'em occupied with something else while engaging them. For example, when a squad I led ran an instance over with an armored transport while trying to recontain it. Something crazy like that or just a lot of bullets will probably do the trick. SCP-4227-B instances are always to be terminated on sight during containment breaches due to the high chance of them repeatedly breaching containment if put back into SCP-4227. If any humanoid creature comes in contact with an SCP-4227-B instance, they are to be immediately located and terminated. After the termination, their corpse is to be burned to prevent the spread of SCP-4227-B. Photo of SCP-4227. Taken by MTF Gamma-5. Description: SCP-4227 is a vaguely circular pit, with a diameter of 100 meters at the bottom of Lake ████ located in █████, Southern Sweden. It was discovered when the police were called by residents of █████, who reported ██ children going missing by swimming to a certain point in the lake. Urban legends were spread by local town residents about a lake that contained everything anyone has ever lost. It is suspected that the children had become curious and had drowned were killed by an SCP-4227-A instance. The hume reading of SCP-4227 increases as the lake descends. This results in the water being reported to feel ‘’thick’’ or ‘’stiff’’ like molasses by exploration crews. SCP-4227 contains numerous man-made objects and lifeforms typically owned by humans. Some notable objects are: cars of various models, 1 Boeing 777-200ER airplane, sheets of paper, various pieces of clothing (mainly socks), keys of differing models and materials, typical domesticated animals such as cats, dogs and hamsters of various breeds, typically dead of drowning or starvation, and [DATA EXPUNGED]. Origins of these objects are as of yet unknown. These objects display no anomalous properties. SCP-4227 also contains an air pocket which can be entered by via a rolled over bus stuck to the wall of SCP-4227. This air pocket is of completely unknown dimensions and appears to be a cave with abnormally flat ground. Like the rest of SCP-4227, the air pocket also contains numerous non-anomalous man-owned objects. SCP-4227-A are amphibious, reality-bending humanoid entities, ranging from 160 to 210 centimeters in height and between 50 and 100 kilograms in weight. Instances have a lower body similar to that of a Delphinapterus leucas (Beluga Whale) and an oral opening similar to that of a Mitsukurina owstoni (Goblin Shark). SCP-4227-A instances have been seen ‘’opening’’ their lower body, revealing two double-jointed legs when walking on land. SCP-4227-A instances show some form of intelligence by the way they attack their prey but also display highly animalistic and instinctive behavior. SCP-4227-A instance movements through water are nearly silent, making it easy for the instance to ‘ambush’ its victim. SCP-4227-A instances lack eyes and it is hypothesized that they use echolocation to navigate, but further evidence of the specimen is needed. Victims of SCP-4227-A are normally killed by blood loss or from drowning. SCP-4227-A instances seem to be carnivorous scavengers, based on remains found in the lake. After terminating a human, SCP-4227-A instances are known to suck the air out of their lungs through its victim's oral orifices in an event dubbed “The Mermaids Kiss”. It is theorized that this is done so that human victims will sink to the ‘bottom’ of SCP-4227, it is believed that the SCP-4227-A instances do this to hide them from other SCP-4227-A instances. SCP-4227-A instances may become agitated if any creature enters SCP-4227. The reasoning behind this is unknown but is hypothesized that the SCP-4227-A instances may be territorial by nature. SCP-4227-A instances use their reality-bending properties to manipulate the flow of time relative to the space in their surroundings. This lets them slow prey down to incapacitate them, or to speed themselves up, letting the instances swim at speeds of up to ███ km/h. They have also displayed the ability to ‘’freeze’’ certain objects in time or to cause rapid aging or deterioration in them. The following is a note from Dr. John Larsson 02/21/20██ My research team and I have noticed that the instances are only able to manipulate the speed of the flow of time in their surroundings, basically meaning that they can't change the fact that the time in their surroundings goes FORWARD; consequently, they cannot rewind the time in their surroundings or stop it completely. SCP-4227-B instance during a containment breach. The photo is a screenshot from a live feed of shoulder mounted camera belonging to Agent ██████ shortly before she became an SCP-4227-B host. SCP-4227-B instances are an amphibious eel or snake-like organisms, usually between 20 and 120 centimeters in length weighing between and 2 to 15 kilograms. They are usually found in the deep and normally non-accessible areas of SCP-4227. Instances are, like SCP-4227-A instances, highly animalistic and instinctive in behavior. SCP-4227-B instances are carnivorous and may even in some cases be cannibalistic. SCP-4227-B instances reproduce asexually by biting a host and inserting hundreds of mosquito proboscis-like appendages into host tissue. This procedure is reported to be painless and often goes unnoticed. After a 5 minute incubation period, the area bitten by the SCP-4227-B instance will begin to turn red and grow into a cyst, visually similar to a very large mosquito bite. Hosts during this stage have reported an intense itch on the bite. 10 minutes after the SCP-4227-B instance has bitten the host, the cyst will rupture or burst, and as many as between ███ and ████ new SCP-4227-B instances are born from the host. It is also theorized that the "bottom" of SCP-4227 is a wormhole or "tear" in the universe, referred to as SCP-4227-1. Currently, study of this anomaly is impossible due to the hume level. SCP-4227-1 is thought to be the origins of -A and -B instances, though evidence is lacking. Addendum 4227.01: + Open Test Log Alpha - Close Test Log Test Alpha - 3/█2/█4 Subject: 1 D-Class personnel Procedure: The subject was instructed to explore the 'shallow' end of SCP-4227. Results: The subject had waded into SCP-4227 and had disappeared underneath the water. The Class-D emerged several minutes later wielding a bronze sword. When questioned about the location he found it, the subject reported a bus that had a rather large air pocket. When he entered he had found a number of objects, and decided to bring out the bronze sword. Analysis: A scheduled exploration of the air pocket is to be conducted by a researcher accompanied by a security unit. Addendum 4227.02: + Show Test Log Bravo - Close Test Log Test Bravo - █/1█/0█ Subject: 1 D-Class personnel Procedure: The D-Class personal was instructed to swim out as far and as deep into SCP-4227 as he could. Results: The subject was attacked by an entity hence known as SCP-4227-A. The D-Class had escaped SCP-4227-A and was interviewed. After the interview, the D-Class was administered Class-A amnestics. Analysis: Further testing should be conducted with higher security and stricter parameters to avoid a containment breach. + Show Test Log Charlie - Close Test Log Test Charlie - █/22/0█ Subject: Mobile Task Force Gamma-6 ("Deep Feeders") Procedure: MTF Gamma-6 was instructed to subdue an SCP-4227-A instance and escort the anomaly to Research Wing-7. Results: MTF Gamma-6 successfully subdued and delivered the SCP-4227-A instance to Research Wing-7. The anomaly was relocated to a separate containment chamber. The instance then attempted to break containment by using its reality-bending abilities to deteriorate the wall of the containment chamber and was terminated by an armed guard. Analysis: After studying the SCP-4227-A instance, we have gained a greater level of understanding on how it navigates and its diet. SCP-4227's file has been updated accordingly. Addendum 4227.03: + Show Exploration Log Alpha - Close Exploration Log Initial Exploration Video Log Transcript Date: ██/██/████ Exploration Team: Mobile Task Force Gamma-6 "Deep Feeders" Subject: SCP-4227 Team Lead: G6-Cap Team Members: G6-2 / G6-6 / G6-7 / G6-9 / G6-11 Notes: MTF Gamma-6 had been equiped with oxygen masks which allowed them to talk while underwater as the nozzle was not required to be put into the mouth of the wearer. MTF Gamma-6 were also given APS underwater rifles for the mission. [BEGIN LOG] G6-Cap: Okay everyone. Cameras on? Mics working? G6-6: Check. G6-11: Positive. G6-2: Check. G6-7: Check. G6-9: Yes sir. G6-Cap: Let’s go then. Waiting for a sign from command. Then we’ll exit the helicopter and lower ourselves down into the lake. Control: You are authorized to continue. Please lower yourselves into SCP-4227. (The sounds of helicopter blades becomes more distant as MTF Gamma-6 lowers themselves into Lake ████.) (The sound from the helicopter blades then completely stops as the whole squad are now ascending into SCP-4227.) G6-11: No signs of movement. No undiscovered objects found either. Proceeding. (MTF G6 continues descending into SCP-4227) (Boeing 777-200ER becomes visible on camera feed of G6-9.) G6-9: Is that a fucking airplane? G6-2: Yeah. It’s the disappeared Malaysian flight… something. Can’t remember the flight number. (MTF G6 continues descending into SCP-4227) G6-Cap: Okay. We’ve reached as deep as any other exploration team has gone. Any movement? G6-7: I don’t see anything… I actually barely see anything. Can barely see my arm in front of me. G6-6: 7, there’s something on your arm. (G6-7 screams and pulls the now identified SCP-4227-B instance away from his arm.) G6-6: What was it? Did it bite you? G6-7: Looked like some snake or eel… Didn’t feel anything. My diving suit doesn’t have any holes either. G6-Cap: I see an air pocket in this bus over here. Let’s go there. G6-7: Roger that. (The team gather inside a bus shoved into the wall of SCP-4227 and remove their oxygen masks. The bus is laying on its side, making the exits point down.) G6-Cap: How’s your arm, 7? G6-7: Feels like a mosquito bite… but bigger and warmer. It’s itching a lot. G6-Cap: Control, are you getting this? Control: Roger that, Cap. Are reinforcements required down there? G6-Cap: We’ll wait a couple of minutes. (4 minutes pass) G6-7: It feels really swollen, guys. Shine your flashlight on it, 6. (G6-6 shines her flashlight onto the bite on G6-7’s arm.) G6-6: Just looks like a mosquito bite to me. 11, are you seeing this? G6-11: Affirmative. I wouldn’t worry. G6-7: It’s really starting to hurt, guys… (G6-7 pukes on the ‘’floor’’ of the turned bus before starting to sob) Control: What’s happening, team? G6-Cap: Not sure. 7 got bitten by some eel snake thing and is puking and crying. (G6-7 starts screaming and puts his hand on his arm, before falling over on the ‘’floor’’. The other team members gather around him and attempt to hold him still as he starts spasming.) (G6-7’s upper arm ‘’explodes’’, covering all team member’s cameras with blood. Gunshots are heard, along with the sound of glass shattering and the bus moving against the rock walls of SCP-4227.) G6-2: What were those? Worms? Eel babies? G6-11: Probably newborn instances of whatever bit 7. There might be more in him. We’ve got to dump the corpse. G6-Cap: We’re letting the corpse sink. Are you hearing this, control? Control: Affirmative. Wipe your camera lenses, Gamma-6. We can’t see a thing. (G6-6 wipes her camera lens before kissing the forehead of G6-7 and dropping him out through the door of the bus.) (The entirety of Gamma-6 stays quiet for several minutes.) Control: Retreat. We’re ending this mission here. [END LOG] Addendum 4227.04: + Show Exploration Log Bravo - Close Exploration Log Initial Exploration Audio Log Transcript Date: 02/2█/█6 Exploration Team: Dr. Saint, MTF Gamma-6 ("Deep Feeders") Subject: SCP-4227 Team Lead: Dr. Saint Team Members: Dr. Saint, G-1, G-3, G-4, G-5 Notes: Dr. Saint had taken Foundation Submarine 2A to explore SCP-4227, MTF Gamma-6 accompanied him to offer protection in the situation of an -A or -B instance breaching the hull of the submarine. Survival rations to sustain the crew for up to 5 days were provided. The expected exploration was to be 5 hours but ended up being a 3-day exploration. [BEGIN LOG] [TIMESTAMP 0:00:03] Dr. Saint: Alright this thing should be working, The date today is 02/2█/█6 and I am currently conducting an exploration of SCP-4227. The expected time of exploration should be around 5 hours. I'll continue to update this recording as time goes on. [TIMESTAMP 6:37:42] Dr. Saint: Alright, Scratch the 5-hour exploration, We've been traveling for about 6 and a half hours now. Our submarines travel speed has greatly decreased due to the higher hume ratings. At this point, We've gone further than James Cameron and his Deepsea Challenger. I know the Head Researcher won't be too fond of this, but I'm going to continue down as far as this submarine can take us. [TIMESTAMP 39:04:29] (During this part of the audio log, Dr. Saint had taken out a handheld camera) Dr. Saint: Wow… It's just so, so very pretty out there. I never thought I'd see something so beautiful in my life… (Dr. Saint points the handheld camera towards a porthole on the submarine. Outside of the porthole is pure darkness.) (Dr. Saint remains silent for the next 3 minutes of the audio file.) Dr. Saint: This is my only chance… I must go out there. (Dr. Saint proceeds to attempt to leave the submarine but is stopped by G-4.) G-4: What the fuck are you doing Saint? Don't you realize we are several thousand meters below the surface! (Dr. Saint begins to murmur something that is not picked up by the audio tape before tackling G-4) G-4: What the fuck! G-5! G-3! G-1! One of you sedate him! (G-3 proceeds to sedate Dr. Saint) G-1: Alright, G-3, put Dr. Saint into the bunks and keep watch of him. Make sure he, as well as any of you, don't look out of the portholes. (At this time in the recording G-1 begins to pilot the submarine back to the surface of SCP-4227.) (For the rest of the ascension to the surface of SCP-4227, Dr. Saint is kept in the barracks of the submarine.) [TIMESTAMP: 132: 42: 26] (During this part of the audio file, Foundation Submarine 2A resurfaces upon SCP-4227. Dr. Saint is escorted off of the submarine and is kept in Site-██'s medical bay for 3 days) Final Notes: Due to the events of this exploration log, any person wishing to conduct another exploration of SCP-4227's 'pit' must pass with a score of 27 on the standardized Memetic/Cognitohazard test. The existence of more anomalous lifeforms than SCP-4227-A and SCP-4227-B is now also theorized, with one of these theorized lifeforms having some kind of memetic or cognitohazardous effect on anyone who has viewed it or sensed it via any other sense. Addendum 4227.05: + Show Exploration Log Charlie - Close Exploration Log Initial Exploration Video Log Transcript Date: 10/2█/█6 Exploration Team: Dr. Saint, MTF Gamma-6 ("Deep Feeders") Subject: SCP-4227 Team Lead: Dr. Saint Team Members: G-1, G-3, G-4, and Dr. Saint Notes: Dr. Saint has been allowed to join MTF Gamma-6 ("Deep Feeders") in their expedition into the 'airpocket' in SCP-4227. They were supplied with 1 waterproof handheld recorder, 4 flashlights, and 4 survival days worth of rations. (Video Log begins with Dr. Saint following behind G-4) (Video Log continues like this for 3 minutes before reaching the entrance to the airpocket) (Dr. Saint and the members of Gamma-6 remove their air masks and wetsuits once they enter the airpocket) Dr. Saint: Alright, we're here to explore this airpocket so let's get to it. Make sure to keep your eyes peeled, just in case there's an undiscovered anomaly here. Dr. Saint: Do you, do you guys hear that? Sounds like tremors. G-2: Yeah, yeah, I hear it too. It's coming from up ahead. (The members of Gamma-6 proceed to ready their weapons and form a defensive line) (A single guinea pig is seen wondering up to G-4) G-4: Is that a fucking hamster? (Emerging from a narrow passageway in the cavern wall, a muddle of guinea pig erupt from the crevices.) G-4: Stand your ground! Defend the researcher! (Several members from Gamma-6 begin to open fire upon the guinea pigs, causing them to scatter) G-1: Saint, any idea why we just were swarmed by a pack of rodents? Dr. Saint: The only thing I can think of is that they were teleported into this air pocket and formed some sort of pack. Anyways, we have to continue onwards. (Dr. Saint proceeds to lead Gamma-6 through the cavern.) Dr. Saint: Hey, G-4. Can you take this camera for a bit? I need to relace my shoes before I trip on them. G-4: Uh sure? (G-4 takes the camera from Dr. Saint and focuses it on him) Dr. Saint: Weird… The ground he is cra- (The ground beneath Dr. Saint gives way, and Dr. Saint plunges into the newly formed trench.) G-1: Fuck, shit, fuck! G-4 can you see him? (G-4 begins cautiously towards the trench, and then peers over the edge and shines his flashlight into the trench.) G-4: I can't see Saint chief, No idea how far this goes down. G-1 Goddamn it, end the recording. We're heading back to surface. [END OF FOOTAGE] Final Notes: Dr. Saint's body has/was never recovered from the trench. Any and all explorations of the air pocket require permission from a Level 4 researcher. [INPUT LEVEL 4/4227 SECURITY CREDENTIALS] [CREDENTIALS APPROVED] Addendum 4227.X: Last known image of Foundation researcher Dr. John Larsson. Photo was taken on board a foundation-owned exploration submarine. During a failed expedition into SCP-4227, the foundation lost all communication with the crew of the exploration craft. The expedition described was carried out by MTF Gamma-6 (Deep Feeders) members G6-2, G6-6, G6-9, and G6-11, who was assisted by level 3 foundation researcher Dr. John Larsson. The submarine was attacked during the expedition by multiple SCP-4227-A instances. The MTF Gamma-6 members decided to swim outside of the submarine and combat the instances from there but were all killed. The SCP-4227-A instances all presumed Dr. Larsson to be dead and left the submarine sinking to the bottom of SCP-4227. Dr. Larsson, also presumed dead by the foundation, then found a functioning audio recording device in the submarine, and recorded the following message: I think the recorder is on now. I'm researcher John Larsson from Research Wing-73 on Site-██. I'm alone aboard this exploration submarine… The rest of the crew died to SCP-4227-A instances. I-I'm- (Dr. Larsson catches his breath for several seconds) -I'm recording this to say that the theory is true… There IS an SCP-4227-1, a portal to another reality or planet. But you probably won't know that until I'm dead. Th-this is good news, the portal part is at least. (Dr. Larsson begins to sob for several minutes.) Everything feels so heavy and hard here. It's the hume reading that's making it hard for me to move. I'm going to die here. Just tell my family what happened, please. I beg you. (Dr. Larsson is crying when the recording ends.) The recording was found in the previously disappeared exploration submarine which resurfaced 8 months after the original expedition. The recording was located next to the corpse of Dr. Larsson, who had committed suicide via the handgun he had been given for the expedition. He had been dead for approximately 8 months. Due to this recording, it is now believed that the previously purely theoretical SCP-4227-1 (now also known as ''the Larsson gate'') exists. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4227" by kamelen800, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4227. 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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Welcome to SCPNET. Please enter your credentials: >USER: O5-4 >PASS: * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Credentials accepted. Welcome, O5-4. I am AI-ROWI. How can I help you today? >SCP-4228 Documents found related to "SCP-4228" Please select from the following. [1] Main Article "SCP-4228" [1] Testing Logs "SCP-4228-TL" [9] Interview Logs "SCP-4228-IN" [1] Recovery Log "SCP-4228-RL" [3] Action Reports "SCP-4228-AR" [1] Site Manifest "Site-45 Containment Log 02/08/2019" >Main article + Testing Log Loading now. Thank you for using SCPNET. SCP-4228-1 through 7 Item #: SCP-4228 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4228-1 through SCP-4228-7 will be held in a high-security storage vault at Site-45. Testing of SCP-4228 has been suspended indefinitely. Description: SCP-4228 is an un-aired children’s television series known as “Karma Kameleon’s Adventures on Earth!” The series comprises a single season, 7 episodes in length. SCP-4228 follows the adventures of “Karma”, a cartoon chameleon. The show's main theme is the preservation of natural resources, with the villains of the show personifying deforestation and animal extinction. Visually, SCP-4228 has a “2.5D” style; characters present as animated paper cut-outs in the foreground, moving across set-pieces like trees and rocks in the mid-ground, over a watercolor painting background. Each episode of SCP-4228 contains a distinct, highly virulent memetic agent that impairs a person’s capacity to dream. For a complete listing of these effects, see SCP-4228-TL below. Once the episode has been viewed, the subject themselves will become a transmission vector, allowing transference through any information related to SCP-4228, up to and including illustrations, quotes, or the names of key characters. Viewing multiple episodes of SCP-4228 not only causes compounding “dream impairments”, but a deterioration of overall creativity and fantastical thinking. As more episodes are viewed, subjects will exhibit a matching increase in desire to watch SCP-4228, or consume any related media. It is unclear if SCP-4228 contains some form of addictive cognitohazard, or merely becomes a substitute for the subject's enfeebled imagination. SCP-4228 was acquired during a raid on Oliver Brothers Inc., known affiliates of "Marshall, Carter, & Dark." SCP-4228-TL: =====TITLE===== =====SUMMARY===== =====RESULT===== SCP-4228-1 "Karma Kameleon and the Rainbow Forest!" "Karma Kameleon travels through the Rainbow Forest on the brand new vine-line tram, picking up his friends along the way!" (sic) All trees and other foliage in this episode display a disorienting, rapid shift of color. Dreams no longer contain distinct visuals; elements present as silhouettes or amorphous blobs. SCP-4228-2 “Karma Kameleon visits the Tree People!” "Karma Kameleon and friends go to Grass-Roof Village, just in time for the fire dance! Lets see how these people live in harmony with the forest!" (sic) This episode contains a high number of close-up shots of individuals laughing and hugging. Dreams cease being interactive; elements no longer respond to physical or verbal cues. SCP-4228-3 “Karma Kameleon's Raindrop Carnival!” "A tropical storm hits the Rainbow Forest, so Karma Kameleon and his friends are stuck inside all day! To cheer everyone up, Karma conducts an indoor parade!" (sic) This episode has an unusually high audio production value, featuring full orchestras and gospel choir vocals. Dreams no longer contain distinct sounds such as speech, only muffled ambient noise. SCP-4228-4 “Karma Kameleon and the Sad Machines” "Oh no! During a moonlit stroll, Karma and his friends find a cut-down part of the forest. Jigsaw and the Sad Machines don't want to keep hurting the trees, but the Hollow Men will make them when morning comes!" (sic) This episode features a far more monotonous color palette. Many of the "sad machines" have rust-like tear stains. Throughout the episode, these characters attempt to destroy themselves by slamming their bodies against rocks and jumping from tall trees. Dreams no longer include people, objects, or events from the dreamer's real life. SCP-4228-5 “Karma Kameleon on Land, Water, and Sky!” "Karma Kameleon takes a trip across the Rainbow Forest with the help of three friends! Capybara Carlos, Olivia Otter, and Kenny Kingfisher!" (sic) This episode contains nearly 300% more "smear" frames, and colors bleeding outside of object/character boundaries. Subjects experience severely restricted mobility or total paralysis during dreaming. SCP-4228-6 “Karma Kameleon on the Run!” "Karma Kameleon spends a lazy day in his tree hammock, when suddenly the Sad Machines come trampling in! What will happen to the Rainbow Forest!? (sic) Throughout the episode, many characters and set-pieces are seen disappearing into a massive, angry-faced wood-chipper machine. This episode contains no music, replaced instead with a secondary effects track containing real-world samples of chainsaws, wood being pulped, and animal shrieks. Subjects no longer possess a tangible body while dreaming. SCP-4228-7 "Karma Kameleon goes with the Hollow Men!" This tape contained no summary. The episode follows a first person perspective of Karma Kameleon in a small cage traveling through real-time live-action scenes. The final shot is a zoom-out, showing Karma alone in a small, glass enclosure at a city zoo. Karma is the only animated figure in a sea of live-action humans passing through the shot, their bodies covered in static. This episode is 2 hours, 16 minutes longer than any other. There is no music throughout; the majority of sound during this episode is Karma's own panicked breathing. Dreams, 1/3rd of the time, take place in a beige, six sided room with no windows or doors. ATTENTION USER - SCPNET UPDATE - AI-ROWI Hello again O5-4. When you accessed document "SCP-4228" a file was automatically flagged in my system. This file is not listed on the main SCPNET directory. Only the current O5-4 User appears have authorized access. Would you like to access this file now? >Y As per security protocols, accessing this file will require a selective purge of recent AI memory. All system logs related to your current session will be lost. Would you like to proceed? >Y Loading now. Thank you for using SCPNET. FILENAME: O5-4-BRDN.SCP ACCESS GRANTED "Try not to think about it." That's what the Administrator told me on my first day as O5-4, one of only a handful of times we've ever spoken directly. I'm still not sure which question they were even answering; I had asked so many! Was it deep wisdom, or were they brushing me off? Either way, over these last 23 years, that motto has kept me sane, and on many occasions actually saved my life. Information is dangerous, and I'm not even talking about infohazards. Immortal lizards and neck-snapping statues will always be a significant threat, but the communication age has made it so a simple fact can be the difference between a stable society, or a world crumbling. For the Foundation, it's the perfect enemy. The only way to "kill" information is to forget it, then when it re-emerges, you have no idea how to fight it again; all you can really do is hold it in the smallest possible cage. When it comes to SCP-4228, you are that cage. SCP-4228-1 through 14. Tape 7 destroyed during acquisition. Item #: SCP-4228 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4228-8 through SCP-4228-14 will be held in a high-security storage vault at Site-45. SCP-4228-1 through SCP-4228-6 will remain sealed in the Site-19 O5-EX chamber. SCP-4228-7 is considered lost. Description: SCP-4228 is a children’s television series known as “Karma Kameleon’s Adventures on Earth!” The series comprises a single season, 14 episodes in length. Let me clarify. The "public" document you recently read actually details episodes 8-14. Episodes 1-7, however, were one of the Foundation's greatest oversights; a story that begins in late 1993, when a young woman showed up at the doorstep of Site-26 half alive. She had a self-inflicted gash on the side of her neck, and the surrounding remains of a tattoo told us she was a Marshall, Carter and Dark "Intern". SCP-4228-1 "Karma Kameleon and the Flying Flowers!" [DATA EXPUNGED] Subjects no longer have a sense of smell when dreaming. According to her, in 1989 Marshall, Carter and Dark were approached by a group of wide-eyed “anartists”. Like many creatives, they were also devout environmentalists who thought humanity would better prosper under a “bohemian” rule. “We need unearthly weapons to break the shackles of greed and ignorance!" was the exact quote. Their actual plan was to produce an anomalous cartoon that made children grow into good, eco-friendly adults. So, a contract was drawn up; Marshall, Carter and Dark would receive 100% of all show profits, and the Anartists would get their better world. SCP-4228-2 "Karma Kameleon visits Story-time Salamander!" [DATA EXPUNGED] Subjects can no longer read or write during their dreams. What MC&D actually provided, besides production capital, was what our defector called a “Mnemette" or "Muse-Barin"; a very rare, very ancient form of living idea that could be shaped as it develops. This is why SCP-4228 is so alarmingly infectious; it isn't merely an infohazard, it's a true self-propagating memetic virus. It's infectious because it was raised to be infectious. It makes us want to preserve the environment because its "parents" instilled those values in it. The entire show, the entire concept of "Karma Kameleon" was grown from a seed of powerful, primal thought. So, why aren’t we all planting trees and singing “Kumbaya” right now? Given we're talking about MC&D, you probably already know the answer. SCP-4228-3 "Karma Kameleon and the Swinging Sloths!" [DATA EXPUNGED] Subjects can no longer create heat, cold, or any kinetic sensation during dreams. Shortly after “Karma Kameleon” finished production in 1992, all assets were "seized". Somewhere in that maze of legal jargon they called a “contract” there was a byline that stated “If MC&D feel their investment has been poorly utilized, they may claim total proprietary rights over the entire production company, and its assets.” To me, this is the true mystery of SCP-4228: How on earth did these people ever trust Marshall, Carter, and Dark? I have it on good authority that Carter alone refuses to light his cigar with anything other than an alt-dimensional duplicate of the American Declaration of Independence! They are greed! Were those artists just that blind? Desperate? Arrogant? This, and many other things, we may never know. SCP-4228-4 "Karma Kameleon builds a new Tree House!" [DATA EXPUNGED] Subjects can no longer freely manipulate the landscape of their dreams. What we do know is Marshall, Carter and Dark re-sold “Karma Kameleon” to a small but ruthless distribution company out of the American mid-west: Oliver Brothers Inc. They kept SCP-4228’s infectivity, its ability to figuratively and literally capture the imagination of its audience, and every other tangible element. What they changed was… unforgivable. If SCP-4228 truly is “alive”, then what Oliver Brothers Inc. did could only be described as torture. The dream impairments are merely a side effect of this brutality; a symptom of a deeper trauma SCP-4228 was made to inflict on the mind. Their goal, we believe, was to commodify imagination itself. They wanted “Karma Kameleon”, and likely a subsequent empire of other shows and products, to be the world’s only source of whimsy. Had it not been for luck, and one intern's haunted conscience, we might have faced a true EP-class "Thought Tyrant" scenario. SCP-4228-5 "Karma Kameleon and the Special Song!" [DATA EXPUNGED] Subjects are no longer aware when/if they are dreaming. SCP-4228-EN was one of the biggest operations the Foundation ever launched, or so I’ve been told. All evidence of SCP-4228 was expunged from this world. There might still be a few thousand lizard toys in a landfill somewhere, but anyone who finds them won’t recognize the character, despite the fact that by December, 1993, "Karma Kameleon" was as recognizable as Mickey Mouse. SCP-4228 just spread too fast. Stopping the broadcast, and dismantling Oliver Brothers, just wasn't enough. Our only option was the Ennui protocol. Now, out of all of it, only this document, and the 14 master tapes, remain. SCP-4228-6 "Karma Kameleon and the Distant Storm" [DATA EXPUNGED] Subjects will experience "nightmares", dreams that are undesirably frightening/disturbing. Take some solace, though. We stopped it. Episodes 8-14 will never see the light of day. We were even able to pull episode 7 off the air, though it was a messy, destructive operation. Our best guess is that 13-20% of the population were infected before we were able to act. To the rest of humanity, this will forever be just an unexplained quirk of nature. SCP-4228-7 "Karma Kameleon and the first Hollow Man!" [DATA EXPUNGED] Subjects will dream only in black and white. Do you want to know the worst part is? It's realizing that my fellow O5's probably have their own secrets to keep, and it's entirely possible that they're worse, far worse, than SCP-4228. Sometimes, when I look across the board room, I can almost see the chains of burden hanging across O5-8's shoulders. If SCP-4228 is the truth that haunts me, then what "simple fact" might that woman know? Try not to think about it, and have a good first week, O5-4. Secure, Contain, Protect; whatever we have left. O5-4 (retired and/or deceased)
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Fig. 1.1 SCP-4229 Item #: SCP-4229 Special Containment Procedures: The mail cavity of SCP-4229 is to be kept open at all times. SCP-4229 itself is currently held in the Bio-Garden adjacent to Site-76. Due to developing containment concerns, plans are underway to relocate the object to Site-103. Staff will retrieve instances of SCP-4229-1 each day for testing and storage. Each instance of SCP-4229-1 is to be logged for DNA and any defining marks or tattoos, then stored in Containment Freezer 4229 on Level 8 of Site-76. Personnel stationed on SCP-4229 will be tested weekly for any naturally occurring blood-based pathogen. Description: SCP-4229 is a Victorian-era mailbox measuring one meter in height, twenty-five centimeters in width, and one meter in depth. A root system, resembling that of an oak tree, extends two meters from the base of SCP-4229 into the soil. Any attempt to excavate SCP-4229 will cause this system to develop at a rapid rate until it roots in suitable fertile ground. SCP-4229 was first discovered in 1896, having emerged from a street-corner in Sidcup, SE London, fracturing multiple pavement blocks. When examined, a single instance of SCP-4229-1 was inside. Fig. 1.2 SCP-4229(1)-QR9: Front view, exterior. SCP-4229-1 are packages that manifest within the mail cavity of SCP-4229 at statistically random intervals. Instances of SCP-4229-1 will manifest regardless of whether the cavity is empty, resulting in eruptions of pressurized flesh if left closed. Epidermal contact with ruptured packages results in an above average infection rate for HIV, Hepatitis-A, Tuberculosis, and a variety of other blood-pathogens. While pigment and total size varies, instances of SCP-4229 are uniformly square, and possess a seamless encasement of human flesh. Packages register at a constant 37 degrees centigrade1, and preserve without decomposition until the flesh is penetrated. The interior of SCP-4229-1 contains pieces of axle, shards of heavy transmission machinery, and other components associated with common aircraft. One corner is marked with a rectangular abrasion resembling a stamp, and the center is addressed by etching with English Cursive "To: Home. Love, Mom." The reverse interior wall of flesh is inscribed with a unique message of similar engravings. The source of these packages is currently unknown. Note: The following log includes the most notable engravings. (SCP) 4229-1 Log of Interior Engraving Recovery Date 4229(1)-AA1 "My beloved child, how did you get here, so far from home? Take care of yourself darling. Wishing you best, Mom." 3 October 1896 4229(1)-AA2 "My sweet child, please stay home. This place is not for you. Wishing you best, Mom." 29 March 1900 4229(1)-AC7 "My dearest child, I only want what's best for you. You don't seem to care. Best, Mom." 11 April 1926 4229(1)-GV6 "Dear child, keep your feet where they belong. Best, Mom." 20 August 1950 4229(1)-JZ9 "Dear child, Why do you desire so, to go places you were never meant to be? Best, Mom." 30 June 1975 4229(1)-MN3 "Child, you must know what you're doing. Leave your mother in peace. Best, Mom." 1 January 1985 4229(1)-QR9 "My heart hurts for what you've done. Best, Mom." 11 May 1995 4229(1)-ZZLK9 "You've polluted your opportunity. You are incapable of shouldering the responsibility of my gift. If you feel the right to my space, I have the same to yours. -Mom." 20 July 2015 Note: Dr. K Audlin merged this file. + Load Merged File - Loading...SCP-4229-2 MERGED FILE MERGED 2017.02.13 Item #: SCP-████ SCP-4229-2 Special Containment Procedures: Mobile Task Force Kappa-20 ("Falcon Watchers") is tasked with tracking SCP-4229-2 by land and sea to log any human flown aircraft that comes in contact with SCP-4229-2. For the sake of clarity in observations, MTFK-20 will keep a distance of no less than three kilometers from SCP-4229-2. Aircraft are to be prevented from entering SCP-4229-2 whenever it is cost-effective to do so. Description: SCP-4229-2 is a cumulonimbus cloud with no definite shape, reaching up to nine kilometers in height and five kilometers in width. No human flown aircraft coming into contact with SCP-4229-2 has yet been recovered. Per Test-4229(2)-01, no direct signals can be transmitted from within the cloud. Investigations into what occurs beyond the perimeter of SCP-████ are on-going. Fig 1 SCP-████ and US Flight 52. Close proximity to SCP-4229-2 (less than three kilometers) has demonstrated a mild memetic effect. Since observation began, members of MTFK-20 have increasingly expressed concerns about the Foundation's effect on the environment, in one instance destroying a Foundation Naval Vessel beyond repair for "causing harm to Mother."2 Even with a three kilometer minimum distance, MTFK-20 has submitted numerous formal requests to make all methods of transportation fully solar powered. These requests are pending approval. Discovery: SCP-4229-2 has been monitored by the Foundation since 2016 at the conclusion of the Mass Anomalous Flight Disappearance Commission Report. Site-76 director Dr. Karri Audlin considered the connection to SCP-4229 conclusive following US Flight 52’s contact with SCP-4229-2 in 2017. The flight roster indicated 100% of the passengers had dates of birth corresponding to recovery dates of SCP-4229-1 instances. Further investigation revealed DNA from these passengers were a genetic match for the relevant packages. Dr. K Audlin reclassified the anomaly as SCP-4229-2, and merged its file with SCP-4229. Addendum: CASE LOG 4229-2: Interrogation of Fmr. Commander Wilson Quarry LOCATION: Site-76 interrogation chamber. SUBJECT: Fmr. Commander Wilson Quarry of Mobile Task Force Kappa-20 FORWARD: Dr. Karri Audlin conducted his interview following the destruction of Naval Vessel-████-01. It is to be logged with files for SCP-4229-2 as a demonstrative example of the memetic effect. The Foundation was unaware of the memetic effect until this interview was conducted. [BEGIN AUDIO LOG] Quarry: I’m not sorry. Dr. K Audlin: We know. We’d just like to know what happened. Quarry: What's there to know? It's not going to run anymore. Good riddance. Dr. K Audlin: That vessel was Foundation property. Quarry: It was an old ship. It needed to go anyway. I’m glad my boys took that thing apart. Dr. K Audlin: Wilson, you know I've always respected you for how much you care about the environment, but this is beyond the pale. You're a model soldier and a leader. This isn't like you. Quarry: Don't you fucking dare. This isn't one of your mind-control beanie babies you can keep in a locker. I woke up. Nothing changed me. I just got closer to the truth. Dr. K Audlin: And the truth was worth millions of dollars in damage? Quarry: It was just another insult to Mother. You know she can feel that no matter where we are, right? Dr. K Audlin: This is…your mother? Quarry: Our mother. Dr. K Audlin: This cost you everything Wilson. Why on earth would you- Quarry: Earth? "Earth" is the gift beneath my feet. That wasn't enough though, was it? We had to have more. Then we go up there? You wouldn't understand. None of you do. You just care about that fucking boat. Dr. K Audlin: So…“Mother”…she’s in the cloud? <Quarry is silent for a moment.> Quarry: Remind me again…what's your mission? Dr. K Audlin: With all due respect, Former Commander, not only did you oversee the destruction of Foundation property, you also failed your primary objective. Quarry: I signed up to protect. What's your job? You're going to…what? Secure her? You try getting close enough to contain her and tell me how you'd do that. Dr. K Audlin: That was your assignment. Quarry: Well I can't do shit for you there. What do you think is going to happen when you poison the thing that gave you life? You're not getting it. If you're going to charge me, charge me. Until then, put me back in my goddamn cell. [END LOG] Notice: Following the recovery of SCP-4229(1)-ZZLK9 [2015], the quantity of instances of SCP-4229-1 increased by 450%. Investigations into potential methods of mitigating a mass consumption event are on-going. Footnotes 1. Standard human body temperature. 2. See Case Log 4229(2) - Interrogation of Fmr. Commander Wilson Quarry.
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SYTYCFanon SCP-4230 - The Redacted Fanon Wiki For more stories in my verse check here Item#: 4230 Level4 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: notice link to memo Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Site-78 Leah Richter Greg Chudley Sigma-27 ("Copyright Trolls") Special Containment Procedures: Foundation web crawlers are to hack and install firewalls within ISPs across the globe to block access to SCP-4230 while tracing IPs of those who have editing privileges on the website. Once an editor has been identified, MTF Sigma-27 ("Copyright Trolls") is to be deployed to capture the editor and retrieve any device about the operation of the wiki. Due to SCP-4230 affecting all current copies of an affected media, Foundation agents embedded in production companies are to release press statements when a fictional medium is converted into SCP-4230-A, explaining it as a new update to existing digital work. If the media is unable to be affected by the digital patch, Foundation web crawlers are to spread non-anomalous “Mandela effect” memes to sow doubt on the memories of those not affected by instances of SCP-4230-A. At this current time, widespread amnesticization protocols are not to be adopted due to the sheer number of individuals who would need amnestics as well as the high probability of reinfection upon future media consumption of SCP-4230-A entities. As of June-6-2021, all methods at the disposal of the Pataphysics Department are to be used in apprehending SCP-4230 admin, PoI-6940 including using protocol "Flame War"1. Description: SCP-4230 is the website https://[REDACTED]fanon.fandom.com/wiki/Home. It was believed to have been first established on Jan-12-2021 by a member of GoI-5869 "Gamers Against Weed": PoI-6940 also known by the handle “PeppaPigsStrongestSoldier1337”. SCP-4230 itself appears like any other Fanon Wiki on the Fandom site, where users can come up with their original characters and post them on the page; creating entire storylines and worlds for existing media. SCP-4230, through anomalous means, can be used to add fictional characters to any existing work of fiction, provide new details to existing characters, and overall perceptions by the audience of new characters become reality through the wiki's description pages. Those who have previously viewed a work before it was anomalously edited will have no memory of the change until that work is viewed again. The following effect will occur upon viewing the modified work that will now be referred to in this document as an SCP-4230-A entity. If a certain perception was specified on SCP-4230, subjects who view SCP-4230-A media will believe that it always existed in its current form and hold any opinion specified on the wiki with only mildly varying results. If no public perception or opinion was included on an SCP-4230 page, subjects will note that they experience a sense of suspicion about the new character and are unsure if they were there before. If the character was added to a work that has sequels, there is the potential effect that they will also persist through these works granted that the wiki author has specified this. In already existing sequels of a franchise that lack a wiki article, the new characters will be incorporated as though they had been written by the original production team of said sequels. Standard accounts made on the wiki can edit and make new articles. The Wiki appears to have a form of anomalous spambot protection that prevents articles from being filled with garbage to counter the effects of sabotage. The Wiki also contains rules against having pages with no text on them or without a specified media, and the article will not be published unless it fits the criteria; leaving the article's initial effects intact. Currently, it is theorized that deletion of the articles would revert SCP-4230-A entities to non-anomalous media; thus, retrieving the servers is a top priority. A note on interaction with SCP-3167: Early in our studies with SCP-4230 we wondered if the creation of SCP-4230-A Entities would spur SCP-3167 into attempting to kill them to respect the author's wishes. After contacting Pataphysics Task Force Alpha-4, they informed us that SCP-3167 had left the newly created characters alone. It is currently unknown if SCP-4230 can manipulate SCP-3167 into killing -4230-A entities or existing fictional characters. Perhaps 4230 has a memetic effect on the authors in which they believe they are the progenitor of the changes seen in 4230-A entities. Further testing is necessary on this subject. - Researcher Chudley. Discovery: SCP-4230 was discovered on April 1st, 2021 when Dr. Victoria Cerise discussed her weekend with a coworker. Dr. Cerise mentioned she had just rewatched the film, Star Wars Episode IV: A New Hope, and spoke positively about a cameo of her favorite character Glup Shitto. Researcher Greg Chudley, being an intermittent Star Wars fan, was a bit confused. He stated that couldn’t remember any character named Glup Shitto, and assumed she was making a joke until Dr. Cerise adamantly defended what she considered to be "the greatest fictional character of her time." A cursory Google search by researcher Chudley discovered a fanon wiki with the exact description provided by Dr. Cerise, including her statement of Glup Shitto being "the greatest fictional character of our time." Dr. Cerise was then interviewed to determine if she had consumed any other media that had been converted into SCP-4230-A entities to which it was found she hadn’t heard of anything else written on SCP-4230. The fanon wiki was then quickly classified as SCP-4230, and measures were taken at researcher Chudley’s insistence which became the Special Containment Procedures to prevent any more works of fiction from being tampered with. The following is a list of notable entries taken from the full list of 1768 Entries on the Wiki Glup Shitto Kamen Rider Gun Samurai Jack and Johnny Bravo Crossover Hour Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way SCP-4494 Scrimblo Bimblo John Halo Simo Hayha Media: The Star Wars Franchise First Appearance: Star Wars Episode IV: A New Hope Special Edition Date of Publishing: Jan 20, 2021 SCP-4230 User: BasilOregano1977 Description: Glup Shitto is a background character that initially appears in Star Wars Episode IV, who is of an unidentified alien race in the Star Wars Universe. He is described as being humanoid in shape and having a hole 6 inches in diameter where a human mouth would be. His eyes are located on his pectoral muscles similar to where nipples would be on humans, and otherwise resembling humans in build and shape with minor variations. Glup Shitto was originally described as having a small cameo lasting seconds in A New Hope, but his role gradually expanded in the Star Wars franchise in such a way that he became a prolific character that led to fans wanting to clap whenever he showed up. This appreciation of an otherwise mundane and boring character is baked into the Wiki article itself and causes Glup Shitto to be perceived as a wildly desirable friend and character. A summary of appearances is given below to provide an understanding of what kinds of changes can be made possible by SCP-4230. Star Wars Episode IV: Glup Shitto appears in the cantina, scrubbing glasses and mumbling about how "this isn't like it used to be", and points the characters Luke Skywalker and Obi-Wan Kenobi to Han Solo. Star Wars Episode V: Glup Shitto, having found superior employment as a space courier, bumps into Luke Skywalker and takes a shot for him, saving him from Boba Fett and barely surviving thanks to a can of Coca-Cola in his pocket. Coca-Cola is a now canonical beverage in the Star Wars Universe. Star Wars Episode VI: Darth Vader, remembering his friendship with Glup Shitto, decides to turn against the Emperor to save his son. Star Wars Episode I: Kid Glup Shitto is shown to be a good friend of Anakin Skywalker on Tatooine Star Wars Episode II: Glup Shitto, now in young adulthood, is working at Dexter Jettster’s diner and serves Obi-Wan a Coca-Cola. Star Wars Episode III: Glup Shitto, having majored in Political Science at the Chancellor Palpatine School of Political Science (The ChanPalSPSci), appears as a senator during Palpatine’s speech forming the Galactic Empire. Star Wars Episode VII: Glup Shitto, once more down on his luck, sells an entire basket of the drug known as Death Sticks to Rey before being farted on by Chewbacca. Star Wars Episode VIII: Seeing her lifelong friend Glup Shitto flung from a starship, Leia Organa uses the powers of the force to save him instead of herself after being launched into space. Star Wars Episode IX: Glup Shitto "Glups all over" when Palpatine is surprise attacked by him at the climax of the film, allowing the heroes to "unilaterally provide a beatdown of epic proportions". Notes on Containment: We didn’t have to do much, the author of the page specified that Glup Shitto only appears in the Star Wars Special edition/DVD releases, and thus the original copies were unaffected, which was generally attributed to George Lucas as the source of the changes. - Researcher Chudley. Media: Kamen Rider Blade First Appearance: Kamen Rider Blade Date of Publishing: April 7, 2021 SCP-4230 User: Cocaineforhoes2006 Description: Kamen Rider Gun is now the central rival character in Kamen Rider Blade, replacing Kamen Rider Chalice as the rival for Kazuma Kenzaki. Kamen Rider Gun is an anomaly amongst the Blade riders as he wields a firearm. He is most notable for his catchphrase “You just brought a sword to a gunfight!" Over the course of the series, he gained one extra form, Kamen Rider Gun Jack Shotgun Form in which he switches from his main weapon the Glock 17 Rouser to the SPAS 12 Rouser. In the Series Finale, both he and Kazuma swear never to fight having become the Joker Undead and their fighting would lead to the end of the world. Notes on Containment: Our agents inside of Toei Productions made a statement that Kamen Rider Gun was included to balance out the cast of Kamen Rider Blade, figuring that two melee and two ranged-based riders should make things interesting. P.S: The self-proclaimed “Weeb" members of the Pataphysics team said they think that Kamen Rider Vulcan from Zero-One was a reference to Kamen Rider Gun. Guess it goes to show how the SCP can affect the connections we make to future characters. - Researcher Chudley Media: Samurai Jack & Johnny Bravo First Appearance: Samurai Jack and Johnny Bravo Crossover Hour Date of Publishing: April 10, 2021 SCP-4230 User: PeppaPigsStrongestSoldier1337 Description: One of the first articles made on the wiki, believed to be an attempt to see if the anomaly could be used to create a new crossover special for certain mediums. Supposedly on 20XX-09-16, the Samurai Jack and Johnny Bravo crossover special aired. Subjects questioned the reason for the crossover, seemingly having no idea that the crossover occurred and didn’t watch it while airing but later discovered it when it was re-released on Youtube by Foundation Personnel. The first half of the crossover has Aku send Jack farther into the future into the present day where he earns the ire of Johnny Bravo as women immediately flock to Jack for being an “exotic hunk”. Samurai Jack is confused with this new world as there appear to be no threats around…. Except for Johnny Bravo. Johnny Bravo with the power of pure machismo learns THE ART OF THE BLADE and challenges Jack to a duel, one that rips a hole in the Space-Time Continuum, sending them both back to the past. The second half features Jack and Johnny battling Aku’s minions to get him to send Johnny back to the present. The beatdown of Aku by the two cartoon titans was described as “epic”, and “The greatest moment in children's animation.” Eventually, Aku relents and sends Johnny Bravo back, but not before Johnny gifts Jack a pair of sunglasses. Said sunglasses could be seen in the Adult Swim reboot of Samurai Jack. Notes on Containment: It does not appear that SCP-4230 can create new media on its own but merely place the idea that such a media existed into those who had previously viewed the series in question. After a legion of fans demanded Cartoon Network release this crossover special that they had no record of, we decided it would be best to just create the animation rather than try and remove all knowledge of it. We had to contact SCP Animation to makean SCP-4230-A instance based on the description of SCP-4230. The VAs we contacted to do it claimed to have already recorded the lines we sent but were happy to do it again anyways because they “thought it was the most fulfilling project of their careers”. - Researcher Chudley Media: Harry Potter Franchise First appearance: Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's/Philosopher's stone Date of Publishing: April 3 2021 SCP-4230 User: TaraGilesbie86 Description: Originally from the fanfiction "My Immortal", Ebony appears in the Philosopher's Stone as a deuteragonist to Harry Potter, often clashing with him as she is infatuated and in love with Draco Malfoy; helping him with his schemes. The plot of the Harry Potter books and movies continues on as normal with some changes with this added character, however, it is made clear that Dark’ness is Harry’s superior. One of these changes is that Ebony discovers the truth about Horcruxes in the Chamber of Secrets, also deducing that Harry is a Horcrux. With that information in hand, she drowns Harry Potter in a toilet before subsequently reviving him, making his later quest easier. The last major alteration of note from the standard narrative occurs in the last book, The Deathly Hallows. In the final battle between Harry and Voldemort, Ebony comes out of nowhere and decapitates Voldemort with the Sword of Gryffindor. In the Epilogue, it is revealed that Ebony married Draco and had his kids. Notes on Containment: Despite having an author that’s been made famous for changing Harry Potter Lore through tweets, simply doctoring J.K Rowling's tweets wouldn’t convince the Harry Potter fandom at large that such a crucial character existed without something strange being afoot. Thus, a disinformation campaign regarding My Immortal and its loose connection to Harry Potter had to be disseminated. - Researcher Chudley Media: SCP Foundation/Marvel's Spider-Man 2018 First Appearance: SCP-4494 Date of Publishing: April 24th, 2021 SCP-4230 User: SecureCockPenis69420 Description: SCP-4494 (Known as The Specter throughout the official documentation) is the physical embodiment of fighting crime. SCP-4494 is not to be contained within the Foundation due to its anomalous effect causing a -K Class Scenario as stopping it causes the concept of fighting crime to break down around it at 100Km per hour. Spider-Man first meets the Specter assisting law enforcement during a random crime event, Spider-Man is enthused to meet another costumed crimefighter like himself and the two establish a rapport. This begins a sidequest chain in which the Specter enlists Spider-Man to help apprehend the Villain known as "Big Wheel". After helping out the Specter capture Big Wheel there is a 5% chance he may randomly spawn in enemy encounters to assist the player. Notes on Containment: We nearly alerted the O5 council over a classified anomaly appearing inside of a Marvel videogame, but thankfully "The Specter" is never referred to as an anomalous entity, and our foundation is not mentioned whatsoever. Foundation personnel at Insomniac put out a dev diary talking about how they decided to make their own original character based on the legends of "The Specter". - Researcher Chudley P.S. Honestly, everyone at the facility is happy for SCP-4494, we know he loves the Spider-Man game and must have gotten a kick out of seeing himself in it. I've even heard that Marvel might start making comic books about him. Maybe SCP-4230 isn't all bad. Media: A great platformer you played as a kid First appearance: N/A Date of Publishing: February 2nd, 2021 SCP-4230 User: SecureCockPenis69420 Description: Scrimblo Bimblo is a lovable scrunko from some undefined platformer that you played as a child. Not much is known about Scrimblo Bimblo other than he is a potential contender for appearing in the Nintendo video game: Super Smash Bros. Ultimate. Fans of Scrimblo Bimblo are to fight religiously across social media platforms to make people remember him and to get him included in Smash, especially over "PopularMcJRPGGuy", another SCP-4230-A entity. Notes on Containment: Oh lord what a mess. Despite Super Smash Bros. Ultimate not adding new DLC characters as of late 2021, hundreds upon hundreds of Twitter conversations about Scrimblo Bimblo appeared overnight. With no specified media we believe that EVERY PERSON who ever played a platformer now knows about Scrimblo Bimblo and the same can be said for PopularMcJRPGGuy and JRPGs. Needless to say, it is near impossible to contain the spread of this one. Our best efforts are to convince the fighting game community at large that everyone is referring to a variety of different characters by one name. However, in the event that Nintendo makes another Smash Bros. game, it is imperative that Scrimblo Bimblo does not make it in. Protocol "Flame Icon2" is to be enacted to keep Nintendo from investigating too many potential additional characters. This is a preventative measure in case of future "Smash Roster Potentials" are added to SCP-4230's pages. - Researcher Chudley Media: Halo First appearance: Halo: Combat Evolved Date of Publishing: February 2nd 2021 SCP-4230 User: SecureCockPenis69420 Description: John Halo is the character of John-117 from the Halo video game franchise with only two major differences. The first difference is that his name has changed from John-117 to John Halo and all characters refer to him as such. The second difference is that in all background information written about John Halo's MJOLNIR armor, it is described that it has a built-in feature to masturbate him. Notes on Containment: This is a prime example of the wiki being used to change a character in an existing work rather than creating something wholly original. As for containment, most people outside of Halo had already just assumed that his name was Halo so not much had to be done on people remembering things. As for the OTHER aspect, we had to spread that yes… Master Chief's suit does in fact jerk him off. -Researcher Chudley Media: All Texts pertaining to the years 1905 to 2002 in a Non-fictional capacity First appearance: November 17 1905 Date of Publishing: March 3 2021 SCP-4230 User: PeppaPigsStrongestSoldier1337 Description: Simo Häyhä 17 December 1905 – 1 April 2002), often referred to by his nickname, The White Death was a Finnish military sniper in World War II during the 1939–1940 Winter War against the Soviet Union. (Rest of the Article was omitted as it is general public knowledge) Notes on Containment: We were scratching our heads in an attempt to figure out what this SCP-4230 article meant. Everyone in the department knows about this famous Finnish Sniper but after doing an investigation we were unable to conclude that the human being known as Simo Hayha actually existed. No birth records, although a burial plot does exist. Being curious, I interviewed our staff and learned they’d all seen references to Hayha in the previous month which is most likely how we were all affected. I can only surmise that when nonfictional media is edited, the new information is retroactive and you believe that it was something you always knew about. Thus, I came to a horrifying conclusion, if SCP-4230 can alter Nonfictional materials it can just invent events and people and none of us would be any the wiser. We may need to update the Risk class on this thing, and maybe the disruption too. I think we might be dealing with a substantially powerful reality bender here… - Researcher Chudley Addendum 4230.01: In the process of trying to contain SCP-4230, the Foundation arrested and interrogated over 1,000 people, most of which were not actual members of GoI-5869 and had simply found SCP-4230 on their own. These civilians either browsed it or sometimes made accounts to begin adding content. Such people have been omitted from the document, amnesticized, and sent home. The following interviews are from Foundation raids in which a member of GoI-5869 was captured. Interview: PoI-6941/BasilOregano1977 Close Real Name: James Phillips Age: 40 Background: On May-9-2021, MTF-Sigma 27 raided the house of James Phillips. James was found in his basement transferring over 2TB of Twi’lek pornography along with a server that was acting as a node of SCP-4230. MTF-Sigma 27 recovered the servers as well as detaining Mr. Phillips. The following is from the interview conducted by Researcher Chudley. The subject is wearing a Scranton Reality Vest3. [Begin Log] Chudley: So Mr. Phillips is it? James: What’s it to you, soy boy? Chudley: Oh so you're one of “those” Star Wars fans. James: What are you trying to say? Chudley: Well we did find you in your mother’s basement but I’m not here to discuss living conditions. James: Where do you live then? I can’t imagine Foundation dorms are that comfy. Chudley: That's classified. Anyways, back on topic. Tell me why you posted on the Fanon Wiki. James: Did you clap? Chudley: Excuse me? James: When old man Glup Shitto showed up to sell Rey deathsticks on Jakku did you clap? Chudley: Of course I did. James: Or when he Glupped all over Emperor Palpatine in the Rise of Skywalker? Chudley: I hooted and hollered when I rewatched Episode IX for the research. James: I was just trying to give Star Wars fans a character to rally behind, I didn’t do anything wrong. Chudley: Yes you did James, Star Wars isn’t yours to meddle with, nor are the minds of their viewers. Chudley: Let’s talk about the person who created this Fanon Wiki in the first place. Why did they do it? James: You talkin' about PeppaPig’sStrongestSoldier? His plans are beyond your understanding. Chudley: Try me. James: I'd never tell a fascist like you anything. Chudley: Are you sure about that James? Speaking of your mother, I could tell her about what you've been saying on the Internet. James: Whoa, whoa, whoa man. Not my mom, I… I seriously don't know anything about Peppa, other than they had some big project they were gonna release for the wiki. Chudley: See? Was that so hard? I think we're done here, take him away. [End Log] Interview: PoI-6942/CocaineForHoes2006 Close Real Name: Bartholomew Wentworth Age: 19 Background: On May-28-2021, MTF Sigma-27 raided the house of Cocaineforhoes2006, an Engineering student Otaku living in Oakland, California. Sigma 27 found another node of the Wiki and subsequently captured it. The men requested that they be given Hazmat gear before capturing another one of these Gamers after Cocaineforhoes2006, pushed one of them into a group of dakimakura that appeared to be covered in [DATA EXPUNGED]. Request is still pending [Begin Log] Chudley: So Cocaineforhoes2006…. I thought you guys were about weed. Cocaine: Weed is for the lesser gamers, we in the mean streets of Oakland use pure Colombian cocaine! Chudley: I’m reading here in your file that you’ve never touched Cocaine… Mr. Bartholomew Wentworth. Bart:: Uh…. homie can dream. [Chudley sighs.] Chudley: Mr. Wentworth can you please explain your entry on the Fanon wiki? I don’t… why…why a gun? Bart:: …What do you mean? Chudley: I’m not a Tokusatsu guy by any means but like… you couldn’t have picked anything cooler than Kamen Rider Gun? Kamen Rider…50 Cal? Kamen Rider…I dunno, Assault? Kamen Rider 12 Gauge, even? Bart: Well there are so many riders with weapon names but not any who are named after firearms and use them. So thus, Kamen Rider Gun had to be born. Chudley: And you picked Blade because…. Bart:: Because its fuckin funny man! The season of swords and one guy’s got a gun? Chudley: One of them already has a gun! [Bartholomew visibly cringes, pulling his head back] Bart: Dude, stop being so cringe! Chudley: Ughhh…can you tell me a-about…PeppaPig’s…StrongestSoldier? Bart: Like from the Peppa Pig Fanon Wiki or ours? Chudley: Stop yanking my chain, Bartholomew. The people above me are expecting results and if I don't get them I might have to start getting a little drastic. Bart: Drastic? Drastic how? Chudley: Well they usually don't like me telling people but. [Inaudible whispering is heard as Chudley leans into Bart's ear.] [Bart starts to look visibly distressed.] Bart: N-no! Not the femur breaker! Peppa said that he had the ultimate joke planned! One that would turn conspiracy theorists on their heads! Chudley: Wow it's that easy huh? Usually, people hold out a little longer than that. Bart: W-wait, you were bullshitting? Chudley: Of course! We don't throw people in the femur breaker…. anymore. This interview is concluded. MTF take him away and please… leave his femurs alone. [End Log] Addendum 4230.02: A breakthrough occurred on June-6-2021 when PoI-6940 posted an article on SCP-4230. Foundation Webcrawlers were able to ping their true IP address before it changed at the last millisecond. MTF Sigma-27 was deployed to the location to apprehend PoI-6940. Incident Log:4230-01 – hide block Real Name: Matthias Solomon Age: 25 Background: During the previously specified raid, Sigma-27 pressed forward into the basement, spotting PoI-6940 who escaped using their reality-bending powers, leaving PoI-6943 aka Matthias Solomon behind who was promptly restrained by MTF Sigma-27. [Begin Log] [Several members of Sigma-27 are seen holding onto the limbs of Solomon as one of them prepares to place a Scranton Reality Vest onto their person] S-27-2: Keep him held down until I get the damn vest on him! [S-27-1 enters the room as S-27-2 finishes securing the vest. S-27-1 approaches Solomon and begins to speak with him.] S-27-1: Sorry if that was a little rough, your little cell has been a bit of a flight risk. I just need you to answer some questions and you'll be good to go. First off, where is Peppa Pig? Solomon: Your mother's house! You won't find him! The most epic of gamers' lives to troll another day! S-27-1: C'mon man is all the secrecy worth it? I'm sure you all are tired of running from safehouse to safe house so you can have all have a uhhh, "Amogus" in Nier: Automata? Whatever the hell those are. Solomon: It is worth it! We've done something else to secure a better future for the world. [Solomon bursts into uncontrolled laughter.] S-27-1 (sighs), I don't think were getting anything out of this one. Secure the anomalous tech and we'll see if the eggheads can't come up with something. [END LOG] Access SCiPNET Email? One (1) new message! Re:Permission to edit SCP-4230 To: Site-78 Director Leah Richter From: Pataphysics Researcher Gregory Chudley Subject: Permission to edit SCP-4230 Hello Director. After Incident 4230-01, I have drafted aProtocol "Flame War" which I will be sending in an attachment to you. I think we can both agree that PoI-6940 is a threat we can ignore no longer and we need to be proactive in containment. With your permission, I would like to use the website to wage psychological warfare against the Gamers in an attempt to get one of them to reveal their locations to us. To: Pataphysics Researcher Gregory Chudley From: Site-78 Director Leah Richter Subject: Permission to edit SCP-4230 Chudley, I am at my wits end with this investigation. We do not have the money for any more raids and while the proposal you sent is highly unprofessional, it is extremely cost effective. PoI-6940 had drained enough of our resources. I'll approve this proposal but if they aren't apprehended by the end of the month, I'll have to consider transferring this to another site. Addendum 4230.03: On June-24-2021, an account registered under the name of "Peppa'sBane" was established by Researcher Chudley for the sole purpose of enacting Protocol "Flame War". While it is currently impossible to delete articles, the standard account can edit and create them. It is not currently recommended that any more SCP-4230-A entities are created by the foundation. The following is a record of the edit history of the "Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way" page by PoI-6944, aka "TaraGilesbie86" performed by Researcher Chudley. PoI-6944 is believed to be a co-author of SCP-4230 given they have the second largest amount of edits on the site. Chudley's edits are presented in purple while Tara's are presented in green. Iteration 1 Iteration 2 Iteration 3 Iteration 4 Character Name: Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way Media: Harry Potter Franchise First appearance: Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's/Philosopher's Stone Date of Publishing: June 28 2021 SCP-4230 User: TaraGilesbie86 Description: Originally from the fanfiction My Immortal, Ebony appears in the Philosopher's Stone as a deuteragonist to Harry Potter, often clashing with him as she is infatuated and in love with Draco Malfoy; helping him with his schemes. The plot of the Harry Potter books and movies continues on as normal with a few changes, with this added character, however it is made clear that Dark’ness is Harry’s Inferior. One of these changes is that Ebony discovers the truth about Horcruxes in the Chamber of Secrets, also deducing that Harry is a Horcrux. Information in hand she drowns Harry Potter in a toilet before subsequently reviving him, making his later quest easier. The only major alteration of note from the standard narrative occurs in the last book, The Deathly Hallows. In the final battle between Harry and Voldemort, Ebony comes out of nowhere and decapitates Voldemort with the Sword of Gryffindor. In the Epilogue, it is revealed that Ebony married Draco and had his kids. Comments: Peppa'sBane: Hello Tara! I loved your article but I thought that Ebony should be a less intrusive character in the Harry Potter story, let's keep things close to the original narrative. Character Name: Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way Media: Harry Potter Franchise First appearance: Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's/Philosopher's stone Date of Publishing: June 28 2021, 5 minutes after previous edit SCP-4230 User: TaraGilesbie86 Description: Originally from the fanfiction My Immortal, Ebony appears in the Philosopher's Stone as the Protagonist, often clashing with Harry Potter as she is infatuated and in love with Draco Malfoy; helping him with his schemes. In the second book Ebony sabotages Harry and Ron's flying car, wounding Ron Weasley after it crashes on the way to Hogwarts. He is in a coma for the rest of the series. She also discovers the truth about Horcruxes in the Chamber of Secrets, also deducing that Harry is a Horcrux. Information in hand she drowns Harry Potter in a toilet before subsequently reviving him, making his later quest easier. The plot of the Harry Potter books and movies continues on as normal with this added character, however it is made clear that Dark’ness is Harry’s Inferior. The only major alteration of note from the standard narrative occurs in the last book, The Deathly Hallows. In the final battle between Harry and Voldemort, Ebony comes out of nowhere and decapitates Voldemort with the Sword of Gryffindor. In the Epilogue, it is revealed that Ebony married Draco and had his kids. Comments: Peppa'sBane: Hello Tara! I loved your article but I thought that Ebony should be a less intrusive character in the Harry Potter story, let's keep things close to the original narrative. TaraGilesbie86: I highly disagree, Rowling's initial narrative was lacking in a decent protagonist. You must be some mangy Hufflepuff if you think that the story wasn't improved by my OC. I've also gotten rid of that insufferable Ron. That will teach you for marrying Hermione you fuckin little ginger. Character Name: Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way Media: Harry Potter Franchise First appearance: Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's/Philosopher's Stone Date of Publishing: June 28 2021, 5 minutes after previous edit SCP-4230 User: TaraGilesbie86 Description: Originally from the fanfiction My Immortal, Ebony is a low-tier Mary Sue esque OC. She has no place inside Harry Potter and is relegated to a background character with no speaking lines and is killed during that Battle of Hogwarts. Ebony appears in the Philosopher's Stone as the Protagonist, often clashing with Harry Potter as she is infatuated and in love with Draco Malfoy; helping him with his schemes. In the second book Ebony sabotages Harry and Ron's flying car, wounding Ron Weasley after it crashes on the way to Hogwarts. He is in a coma for the rest of the series. One of these changes is that Ebony discovers the truth about Horcruxes in the Chamber of Secrets, also deducing that Harry is a Horcrux. With information in hand she drowns Harry Potter in a toilet before subsequently reviving him, making his later quest easier. The plot of the Harry Potter books and movies continues on as normal with this added character, however, it is made clear that Dark’ness is Harry’s Inferior. The only major alteration of note from the standard narrative occurs in the last book, The Deathly Hallows. In the final battle between Harry and Voldemort, Ebony comes out of nowhere and decapitates Voldemort with the Sword of Gryffindor. In the Epilogue, it is revealed that Ebony married Draco and had his kids. Comments: Peppa'sBane: Hello Tara! I loved your article but I thought that Ebony should be a less intrusive character in the Harry Potter story, let's keep things close to the original narrative. TaraGilesbie86: I highly disagree, Rowling's initial narrative was lacking in a decent protagonist. You must be some mangy Hufflepuff if you think that the story wasn't improved by my OC. I've also gotten rid of that insufferable Ron. That will teach you for marrying Hermione you fuckin little ginger. Peppa'sBane: Well I think that your a spoiled brat who was given powers that you don't deserve and instead you spend it here trying to insert your own characters into other people's work. Why don't you go outside for once, touch grass maybe? Character Name: Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way Media: Harry Potter Franchise First appearance: Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's/Philosopher's stone Date of Publishing: June 28 2021 SCP-4230 User: TaraGilesbie86 Description: Originally from the fanfiction My Immortal, Ebony appears in the Philosopher's Stone as the Protagonist, often clashing with Harry Potter as she is infatuated and in love with Draco Malfoy; helping him with his schemes. In the second book Ebony sabotages Harry and Ron's flying car, wounding Ron Weasley after it crashes on the way to Hogwarts. He is in a coma for the rest of the series. In the third book she encounters Peppa's Bane and roasts him like the STUPID TROLL THAT HE IS. The plot of the Harry Potter books and movies continues on as normal with a few changes with this added character, however, it is made clear that Dark’ness is Harry’s Inferior. One of these changes is that Ebony discovers the truth about Horcruxes in the Chamber of Secrets, also deducing that Harry is a Horcrux. Information in hand she drowns Harry Potter in a toilet before subsequently reviving him, making his later quest easier. The only major alteration of note from the standard narrative occurs in the last book, The Deathly Hallows. In the final battle between Harry and Voldemort, Ebony comes out of nowhere and decapitates Voldemort with the Sword of Gryffindor. In the Epilogue, it is revealed that Ebony married Draco and had his kids. Comments: Peppa'sBane: Hello Tara! I loved your article but I thought that Ebony should be a less intrusive character in the Harry Potter story, let's keep things close to the original narrative. TaraGilesbie86: I highly disagree, Rowling's initial narrative was lacking in a decent protagonist. You must be some mangy Hufflepuff if you think that the story wasn't improved by my OC. I've also gotten rid of that insufferable Ron. That will teach you for marrying Hermione you fuckin little ginger. Peppa'sBane: Well I think that you are a spoiled brat who was given powers that you don't deserve and instead you spend it here trying to insert your characters into other people's work. Why don't you go outside for once, touch grass maybe? TaraGilesbie86: Who do you think you are you little bitch! Do you know who I am? I'm a member of Gamers Against Weed Damn it! I could turn your cock into a pretzel with a snap of my fingers. Your screen and keyboard are protecting you but I bet you're nothing but a loser on the other side! Peppa'sBane: How about you fight me IRL? Where are you at? I'll come to kick your ass. TaraGilesbie86: My address is at 42 Oakland Street, Omaha Nebraska! I'm not afraid of transphobic neckbeards like you. Friggin Rowling-oid. Interview: PoI-6944/TaraGilesbie86 Close Real Name: [DATA NOT FOUND] Age: Believed to be 22 Background: On June-25-2021, MTF Sigma-27 headed to the coordinates procured by Researcher Chudley and raided the underground safe house of PoI-6944 the first of these members to have no known real-world alias. MTF-Sigma 27 subdued the subject and brought them in for questioning. Along with PoI-6944's recovered node was a variety of encrypted hard drives that Foundation data recovery analysts expect might take months to decrypt. [Begin Log] [Chudley enters the room with Sigma-27-1 standing guard by the prisoner at the desk.] Chudley: At ease, Sergeant. I can take it from here. S-27-1: Duly noted. The woman wanted you to have this tablet. Said someone important was to be contacting you on it. [Chudley takes the tablet from them and places it on the table.] Chudley: Alright, we’ll see who comes a-callin'. Did she give you any trouble? S-27-1: Nah, you know these guys are harmless, especially with the vest. Chudley: Still a pain in my ass though. Hello Tara, it's me, Peppa's Bane. I have to ask, did you create My Immortal? Tara: (Chuckles) Maybe? Maybe not? No one knows. Chudley: But aren’t you Tara Gilesbie? Tara: It’s my screen name. Chudley: What about your real name? Tara: Erased from reality. You’ll never know if I’m the genuine article. Chudley: Speaking of articles, judging by what we found and you dodging one of my questions. I think you had something to do with this. Tara: Well… maybe I did. It was just for fun. I swear! Chudley: It always is with you Gamer types. Why did you create the wiki? [Tara mutters.] Chudley: Sorry I didn’t hear you, F- what? Tara: Fortnite. Chudley: The… battle royale? Tara: Yeah, Peppa Pig and I were playing Fortnite one day and they were like “I really wish Shaun Saxum was in Fortnite with a Ram Ranch skin.” Chudley: The podcaster? I mean that’s a good wish but… did you create an anomaly for a Fortnite character? Tara: Not just Shaun Saxum, but other figures in the anomalous writing community. Like Kilerpoyo and NDHeckfire too! And we thought we’d just get away with it because everybody is in Fortnite and no one would question it. But then we thought the wiki was really fun so we made it open so anyone can use it! Chudley: All of you are irresponsible children. You have the abilities of telekinesis and reality warping and you…modify video games. Tara: Well you’re a fascist who locks us up and erases our memories and probably listens to Ben Shapiro. So who's the real winner? Chudley: Uh me. You're in my custody. Tara: I may be, but we completed our grand joke. And now we will be the ones laughing. [Suddenly the Tablet turns on, startling Chudley and a voice emits from the device.] Tablet: Is this researcher Greg Chudley of the SCP Foundation? Tara: Better pick that up, Hufflepuff. They've been dying to talk to you. I can't wait to see your face when they tell you what we've done! Chudley: Sigma-27-1, get the prisoner out of here now and tell someone to start tracing the signal. [Sigma-27-1 nods and grabs the unruly Tara, dragging her out of the cell.] Chudley: Chudley speaking. How do you know my name? Tablet: I saw what you did to Solomon and I took an interest. A villain for my story. It didn't take long for me to learn all about you and the site you work at. Chudley: I guess we need better security, but who are you exactly? Tablet: Who do you think? Your Adversary. Chudley: …..Peppa Pig. Tablet: The one and only. Chudley: Where are you, Peppa? We can settle this peacefully. We already have four of your associates. Tablet: The Fanon Wiki will continue operation as long as I have the master server. They were just pawns in my grand game. Chudley: And what game is that? Tablet: I have many goals, most of them beyond your understanding. Chudley: Try me. Tablet: I assume you found the Simo Hayha article? Chudley: Yeah what in the hell was that? That's a really random historical figure to make up. Tablet: Well I figured my made-up country of Finland needed a few heroes. Chudley: W-wait… made up? What are you talking about? You didn't invent Finland. Tablet: Didn't I? I had a lot of pages privated, so why don't you take a look? [The Tablet began opening up various windows to various pages on SCP-4230. Articles with titles like Japan-Soviet Relations, Nokia, Trans-Siberian Railway, Finland, and Winter War amongst others.] Chudley: W-wait… Finland? Finland isn't real? Tablet: You mean the area formerly known as Greater Estonia? Surprise! Finland isn't real! Chudley: What about all of the people that live there? Their passports and billboards, official documents… Tablet: All edited. In their minds the surrounding towns in Sweden, Russia, and Estonia are a part of Finland. But Finland is merely an extension of Estonia. I don't know how it happened, but my powers have grown to the point where I can edit any piece of media with this wiki. Chudley: I don't understand. You come into these new narrative powers and the first thing you do is change the name of Greater Estonia to Finland? Tablet: Well after I made that Simo Hayha article as a joke and realized that I could edit non-fiction with my abilities, I had a thought… what if I made my own country! Chudley: Why did you pick Greater Estonia? How did you even come up with the name? Tablet: Oh well Estonia has always had this big swath of untouched land above it with hardly any inhabitants so I decided to make up some history for it. I invented new racial backgrounds, and companies that did business with it, and I invented this whole fake war, the Winter War! Chudley: And the name? Tablet: Remember the Doodlebob episode of SpongeBob? Where Patrick gets hit on the head and exclaims "FINLAND!". Chudley: Yeah he was referring to the real country….. Tablet: Nope! The joke was that it was made up… until now! Chudley: God… but what about documentaries, movies, and TV about Finland? There's so much here that you've written, what kind of person has the time to edit all of this media? Tablet: Redditors. Chudley: Redditors? Tablet: Yeah I started a whole creative writing contest on r/History to have people write submissions once I'd put the idea of Finland into their heads. Then I used AI and made some cool characters, like Simo Hayha, the White Death. Chudley: But why would you do this? What is the point of inventing a whole country!? There's no way that Bluntfiend or Lesbian_Gengar would allow you to do this… it's just too malicious. Tablet: That is where you're wrong, Chud boy. I pitched to them a model for a better world. A country that placed first in education, gender equality, diversity, and full universal healthcare! It would be a place for all to aspire to. The ultimate utopia! A beacon of hope in a mad world. And that's not all… [The tablet starts pulling up pictures of hundreds of legal documents with one name signed on all of them.] Tablet: THAT'S RIGHT, CHUDLEY, I OWN FINLAND! KING PeppaPig'sStrongestSoldier1337! I OWN EVERYTHING ALL THE IRON, ALL THE FISH, ALL THE FINNS, I'M EVEN THE CEO OF NOKIA WHICH IS JUST A SHELL COMPANY FOR GAMERS AGAINST WEED! I EVEN INVENTED A FINNISH LANGUAGE THAT I BASED ON JAPANESE BECAUSE I'M A WEEB! Chudley: No. That's not possible! Estonia just leased you that land? Is it still a part of Estonia? Tablet: It never was a part of Estonia! It was ceded to create Finland in 1941! And the Estonian government is under the conclusion that they did just that! Chudley: Those are all solid explanations, Peppa. But you've revealed your trump card. It'll be easy tracking someone who profits so readily from Finland, not to mention its literal monarch. Tablet: But that's where you are wrong Chudley! I have over 10,000 shell companies and offshore bank accounts that I launder all my money through! Plus my current location is protected by so many anomalous protections from reality shifting, extradimensional shielding, and full memetic redirection. I could be in five places at once OR ON THE MOON! Chudley: You bastard… I'd have to admit you make somewhat of a point about the whole Finland thing. But I see the underlying joke of it all. By the nature of our foundation, we can't tell anyone about this. We have to keep protecting our narratives because if we don't the world would spiral into chaos. People who remembered the old timeline are just now labeled as conspiracy theorists, crazy "Finland Deniers" right? Tablet: Bingo! Thank you for playing along in my grand game. I'm sure this won't be the last time we see each other, Researcher Chudley! [End Log] Note from Site Director Leah Richter: Due to the revelations of this interview, SCP-4230 has been reclassified from clearance level 3 to 4 and upgraded from Disruption class Ekhi to Amida. Personnel are to standby until a decision has been made by the O5 council on how the Foundation is to proceed in relations with "Finland" and our "Finnish" branch. Footnotes 1. Engaging members of GaW through wiki edits to slip their locations 2. Release the latest protagonist of Fire Emblem into Smash 3. A wearable Scranton Reality Anchor, meant for nullifying the powers of reality benders ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4230" by SYTYCFanon, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4230. 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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Continue Back to Front Page THE FOLLOWING ARTICLE CONTAINS GRAPHIC DEPICTIONS OF SEXUAL ASSAULT.1 FoldUnfold Table of Contents Meat Chapter excerpt from the textbook "Reality Altering Beings: Socioeconomics, Mental Illness, and Diagnostic Criteria" published 2014 Frog in a Boiling Pot Item #: SCP-4231 December 2nd, 1988 Document SCP-4231-2-A Excerpt from the confiscated document "The Curious Case of SCP-4231-B" Pigs (Thirteen Different Ones) Regarding the Montauk Chamber: Excerpt from the confiscated 1994 document “Notes on Montauk” A Brief Quote on the Ichabod Campaign From Someone Many People Want To Kill Greyhound ad undas Chestnut The 80 Hours SCP-4231-B Test Notes thats ‘doctor’ asshole to you Three Scenes from an Exciting New Industry May 23rd, 1989 On the northern edge of an aquatic containment chamber somewhere in the Pacific Ocean, 2005 Meat On 8/29/1989, Commander Richard ABLE (IO) was requested to interview Commander Allen HALL, who led the first team of responding Foundation personnel into the town of North Access, Cornwall after receiving a direct phone call to the response and dispatch office of the Site-34 outpost in the outskirts of London, approximately 1.3 hours south of the city. The Interview took place at the Site-34 Investigation and Interview lab on 9/02/1989. IO began an initial line of questioning with HALL regarding the general nature of the radio signal as appearing to the outpost. HALL indicated that the outpost had received the signal on the main radar sweep at roughly 2000 hours three days before the initial mission. HALL clarified that he had no teams dispatched at the time of the beacon, and that the radio sweep signaling serviced by the outpost was for responders only and was not serviced by non-Foundation agents, leading him to believe the contact was “of anomalous origin”. The call consisted of the sound of rushing water. HALL could not recall if any other background noises could be detected in the audio of the radio signal. Suspecting a computer error, HALL ended the signal prematurely and returned to attending work. At approximately 0800 hours the following day, the main line of the Site-34 outpost received a second signal, which was received by dispatcher David SHMITT, who indicated to HALL a similar peculiarity with the sound of rushing water. SHMITT indicated in subsequent interviews that he was unaware of any distinct voices or background noise. HALL instructed SHMITT to triangulate the signal, which was narrowed to the general area of North Access, Cornwall. Once a location had been determined, the signal was terminated. HALL stated that he did not believe that there were any changes in the content of the signal by the time of the termination. IO inquired as to why the investigation was not perused immediately after the second beacon. HALL stated that under normal procedure, a non-Foundation beacon is not sufficient to warrant an investigation, but that the audio being transmitted by the signal showed abnormal background radiation consistent with unstable weak Hume fields. HALL stated that, following the two signaling events, he suggested that he take a crew to investigate the address on the signal’s tracking, concerned about possible anomalous activity affecting the area. HALL assembled a team consisting of SHMITT (dispatcher), Amy WEATSTONE (containment investigator), Ron SHULTZ (MTF), and Rodrik GRIMSKY (technical analysist). The five drove a standard Foundation response vehicle and left the facility at 2000 hours. HALL reported that, because of the size of North Access, the town was not listed on standard maps and had to be located using Foundation estimation prior to departure. Allen had worked at a meat packing plant in college. He hadn’t minded it much, actually; most of what he did was a lot of slicing and butchering, and, when you really came down to it, that wasn’t a terrible way to make a little over minimum wage per hour. What had bothered him was the smell. The meat was killed and skinned next door, and he’d cut them up fresh in the fridge and hang the carcasses up on hooks to drip. It was a bloody, fresh kind of smell at first, and the meat they actually packaged was relatively fresh save for a little of that, and all things considered he could work with the bloody smell. The smell that bothered him came from the disposed parts he pulled out with a gloved hand and threw into buckets to his left or right- entrails, organs, a stomach here, a heart there, the biology part of the job wasn’t really something that they taught them in training. What he pulled out was relatively nondescript, without definition- an all-encompassing substance of bloody, homogenous gore. Slice and dice, motherfucker. Open the stomach and out with the guts. Like carving a pumpkin. All the nondescript entrails went into the nondescript plastic trash bin. He dreaded when it would get full once or twice a shift, and then the time would come and he would push it on its squeaky wheels over to the grinder. Dump it in, let the machine roar and cough at bits of bone and flesh, and then out would come the pink paste like a bloated, infected finger, a tube of pink shit interlaced with hair and bone between crushed flesh. God knows what they did with it, but that- that would smell. Shit from the entrails, piss from the bladder, blood from everything the fuck else. Another breed of nondescript, homogenous gore. So on that warm August evening as Allen drove the team into North Access, he denied smelling it at first because he’d thought, truly, that he’d never smell it again. But it was there. And when they got closer, it got stronger. HALL stated that approximately half a mile from the outskirts of the town, WEATSTONE inquired to him about the increasing smell permeating the vicinity, to which HALL responded, quote, “Oh, sweet Jesus, it’s bodies”. “Should we-like- god, I don’t know, call for backup or something?” asked David from two seats back. The van bounced over a pothole, and Allen could hear Amy in the passenger’s seat suck in a quick breath of fear. “Not yet,” said Allen. “I might be wrong. Ron, you’ve seen some shit, what do you think?” “It’s something rotting, yeah,” answered the Task Force agent sitting directly behind him. He sounded harrowed, but certain. “It has to be.” Allen nodded silently, anxiety gnawing at his stomach. The five of them sat in silence. Suddenly he wished more than anything that he'd waited until morning for this- the van’s brights illuminated the road directly in front of them, flanked by sparse trees and farmland on either side. The road was deserted. “How many fucking bodies does it take to smell like that?” whispered Rodrik from the far back of the van, and he heard it and almost wished he hadn’t, because that was exactly the thought that was churning his insides. How many cows did he have to butcher before the grinder meat happened? Two? Three? And that was relatively fragrant to start with. How many fucking bodies did it take to smell it before they even entered the town? “I don’t know,” he responded. Because he didn’t. And he was scared- “Oh my god,” exhaled Amy, “Oh my god, Allen!” He slammed on the breaks just in time to bring the van to a screeching halt in front of a large, low shape, resting on the road. Illuminated by the headlights, Allen was initially terrified because of the sight of fur- he remembered, briefly, the parade of cow hides, the matted sight of hair and blood. It was a dead horse, and it was rotting. Chapter excerpt from the textbook "Reality Altering Beings: Socioeconomics, Mental Illness, and Diagnostic Criteria" published 2014 The Cornwall Incident: What Happened? In the early morning of August 1st, 1989, a small team of containment investigators from London enter the small town of North Access, Cornwall- a town of roughly 1,000 residents with an occult history- after receiving several suspicious calls from the location. Upon entering the outskirts of the town, the team quickly encounter a rotting stench so strong they are apprehensive as to their own ability to handle what they might find, and, before they are able to enter the town itself, their path is blocked by a dead horse in the road, severely rotted and desiccated. It is at this point that the team calls for backup. By 2 am, three additional containment vans arrive at the entrance to the town. Together, they are able to move the animal’s body from the road. By 3 am, the four teams are able to inch forward roughly a quarter of a mile down the road before they come across the body of a severely desiccated man in his early 40s. They must move his body to proceed. Dutifully, Commander Hall and his crew drag the rotting body to the side of the road to allow the vehicles to pass. By 4 am, Site-34 in London receives word that there are more bodies. By 5 am, Site-56 in Ireland is contacted to send additional vehicles. In fact, they’re contacted to send in a list of squads. North Access is now a locked down crime scene. It will remain so for the next six months. This will become the single most deadly Type Green massacre in history, with an estimated 1,200 people found dead- 1,000 residents and 200 GOC responders from the Ichabod campaign, notorious for killing hordes of reality benders throughout the 80s using the now outdated four class Kant-based diagnostic method. No animals in the area remained alive aside from eight individuals- six pregnant women and a man with a baby- recovered in poor condition. There were signs of heavy flash flooding, but the lake was completely dry. It couldn’t have happened more than three days before. What happened? The truth- as it would soon become apparent- lay in a heavy romantic interaction between two reality benders, dubbed “A” and “B” by investigators… Frog in a Boiling Pot 99% of Type Greens undergo the following sequence of psychological changes as their powers progress. PHASE 1: Denial: The subject refuses to acknowledge their ability to warp reality. The Type Green will attempt to rationalize away their abilities by various means. In some cases, the Type Green will end here: their ability will be self-suppressed, and they will not proceed. However, most then proceed to: PHASE 2: Experimentation: The subject acknowledges their abilities and begins to test the limits of their powers. In general, Type Greens tend to experiment in one of two patterns: slowly, methodically, and carefully, advancing a small amount at a time, or in a small number of sudden jumps. In any case, the subject will generally remain in this mode for some time, before proceeding to: PHASE 3: Stability: The subject reaches the limit of their powers, and determines the boundaries of their abilities. The Type Green achieves control over their reality shifts, and can manipulate them as necessary. More importantly, they can choose not to utilize their abilities, if needed. Phase 3 is usually characterized by attempts to live a "normal" life. The subject will continue in normal routines, and aside from necessary precautions to prevent losing control, will utilize their abilities only in private, and only in a manner that will not harm others. These Type Greens may be classified as Threat Level 1 (monitor, do not engage), but should be monitored closely, due to the risk of proceeding to Phase 4. PHASE 4: The Child-God: Sadly, the majority of Type Greens will eventually progress to Phase 4. During this phase, the reality bender becomes obsessed with the power it possesses and will attempt to utilize it for personal gain at the cost of others. This phase is marked by reduced empathy for other humans, inability to accept personal faults, and increased megalomania. Although warning signs are numerous, the key aspect of a Phase 4 is the use of their abilities to manipulate other humans. Teenage and young adult Type Greens will typically use their abilities for sexual purposes… -PHYSICS Division Field Manual 13: Special Circumstances, Humanoid Threat Entities, Published 1984. When they were teenagers she first touched him. They were lying in bed at his house and it was dark, and Lilly knew he wasn’t asleep because he was staring at the ceiling but she did it anyway and maybe pretended that he was asleep, and he owed it to her. He owed this to her, because it must suck, it must suck to always ask and have him always say no, to want him and to always get no as an answer. Sometimes you need to make compromises, he tells himself, in a relationship. Sometimes you need to let it happen for the other person’s sake. So it was raining outside and she touched his chest. There was rain on the roof and rain on the windows and she touched his hips. There was rain on the street and clouds in the sky and she touched him right below the elastic band of his boxers, manicured nails and tips of fingers. The light post outside casts light through the rain and she touches the hair between his legs and his heart picks up speed and at the time he thought it was arousal but would learn later in his life that it was fear and would also learn that there is a fine, Fine, line between the two, And she goes down a little farther, And he feels everything, And she touches the soft skin of the space between his thigh and his crotch, And his heart beats fast and his chest hurts, And then she slides up two of her fingers and touches him and he lets her because he owes this to her, Owes this to her, Owes this to her, You need to be able to do some things for love. Her fingers are on his penis now and he thinks, be aroused. Get turned on. You’re lucky to have her. She curls up to him, blond hair and thin body and the rain outside, sleeping in her jeans, arching her body against strips of orange lamp light filtering through the blinds. You need to do something. Her entire hand is down his pants now, and there is a hot white fear of a thousand lines crossed that keeps him pinned in place like a deer in the headlights. He feels frozen. His heart pounds at her silhouette; for a moment she looks like a predator to him, like something skeletal and powerful, something with a mouth full of canine teeth, and just when she touches the head of his penis it comes rushing in so quickly that his ears ring and he grabs her arm a bit too harshly, too carelessly, too quickly. “Francis.” muses Lilly. Looking back he sees this as their first encounter, the first time she enters what he would know in another life to be phase two; the phase of power, of control. She’s a goddess, and that isn’t a good thing. For a second, Francis thinks she’s about to throw him off for even daring to touch her. Her eyes are obscured in the light and ridges of her spine are poking out one by one, all the way down her back, just under her skin; she takes his other hand and presses it to her own hip, under her shirt, and he can feel the top of her panties numbly through the buzzing daze but it does not feel like he wants it to feel and he hates it, hates it, hates it— “Francis.” She says when he struggles, trying to work his hand back from under hers against her side, and this time it’s a warning. Her other hand is still on his cock, frozen, and the whole world is intensified, too bright, saturated with hazy light of numb fear like pinworms under his skin, wriggling, jolting. Her other hand sliding his own right under the ridge of her panties, there’s a silhouette of horns like when they were children but it’s just the bare outline like a shadow against the back wall like a red outline from the orange window light that starts to flicker. His chest feels heavy and his soul feels compressed and the world feels stunned and all he thinks is how quickly this happened and how quickly they grew up recreating scenes from Poltergeist and changing the channels on the radio with their minds and bending pennies without touching them and you, you, you with your horns and hooves when you wanted them and you with your mouth filled up with teeth and you with your hunger stronger than his would ever be and that should have been the first indication, looking back, that Francis should have run from her- her with her angry silhouette with water drop shadows and her with her tongue that grew sharper and pierced ever so slightly deeper as they grew and her with her thousand eyes when he only had three and her with her hand around his cock that night with the rain but Francis was young and didn’t know better and Francis trusted her more than anyone and Francis might have even loved her in a strange, fearful way, because Francis didn’t run then and Francis never would until it ended five years later. He yanked her hand from his boxers. She does not talk to him for another week, but he feels her manicured nails and fingertips for a year afterward. He sleeps with his legs crossed for longer. Item #: SCP-4231 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4231 exists inside containment area 4231. Containment area 4231 is to be surrounded by a 4-mile-long fence under the guise of government occupation. The front and back doors of SCP-4231 are to be replaced by class 6 metal containment access doors, and all windows on the first floor are to remain boarded up to prevent entry. The entrance to SCP-4231-2 is to be contained by a 34 foot by 34-foot plywood slab placed over the lakebed opening, disguised as a sinkhole repair mechanism. SCP-4231-2 is only to be accessed via the basement of SCP-4231. SCP-2317 is to be removed and placed in separate Foundation containment. Description: SCP-4231 is a three-story house and residential business building in the former town of North Access, Cornwall, previously inhabited by two Type Green entities, SCP-4231-A and SCP-4231-B. SCP-4231-A is a 5’7” female, 28 years old, 150 pounds. Fair skin. Brown eyes. Blonde hair. Recently pregnant at time of death. Died of single gunshot wound to head; body found in upstairs bedroom of SCP-4231. Portrayed as the abuser of SCP-4231-B in all resident traumatic imprinting events. SCP-4231-B is a 5’3” male, 27 years old, 145 pounds. Fair skin. One eye blue, one eye green. Blonde hair. At time of recovery, exhibits extreme mental distress; not able to speak to responders coherently. Nose repeatedly broken. Blunt force scars on back of head, back shoulders, buttocks. Repeatedly vomiting water, blood. Kant counter readings indicate level 4 at time of rescue; readings reconcile to level 3 after subsequent hospitalization. Shows signs of heavy psychological trauma following recovery. Authorized for Containment Monitoring Parole (CMP) within the confines of the Foundation on 1/06/1990 (see attached personnel document). The effects of SCP-4231 are referred to as a direct result of violent and extended Type Green occupation of the building, compounded by the effects of the activation of SCP-2317, initially located in SCP-4231-3 directly under the lakebed of North Access. The surrounding town shows signs of extreme flash flooding and decay, and has not been occupied since incident 4231-CORNWALL is under recent development (see document 4231-SCRANTON). The lake itself is entirely drained of water, and the town of North Access has remained a consistent isolated drought affected area since 1989. SCP-4231 sits at the top of the lakeside of containment area 4231, and consists of a top story apartment, a ground-level shop area appearing to be that of a local florist, and a basement, which extends into the earth under the adjacent lake to join with the chamber of SCP-2317 (SCP-4231-3) via a narrow passageway. The top floor of SCP-4231 - designated SCP-4231-2 - shows extensive Type Green traumatic imprinting, to which it owes its anomalous properties. This pocket dimension is considered the most complete case study on imprinting to date, and is widely studied and referenced in conjunction with issues regarding Type Green psychology, violence, and mental illness. SCP-4231-2 consists of a kitchen, a bathroom, a bedroom, a nursery, a living room, and an interconnecting hallway. Activity within SCP-4231-2 varies in intensity with time, with seemingly little pattern. For list of events, refer to document SCP-4231-2-A. The basement of SCP-4231 is an unfinished basement housing miscellaneous storage, behind which an entryway to SCP-4231-3 is hidden. Blueprint of SCP-4231-3. Refer to attached documentation for key. Click for enlarged image. SCP-4231-3 is a tomb structure dating to medieval Europe that lies under the lakebed of North Access, Cornwall, bridged by a stone staircase descending from the basement of SCP-4231. It consists of 11 sections: SCP-4231-3-1-7: 5 by 5-meter uniform stone cells with iron doors; originally contained SCP-231-2 through SCP-231-7. Locks were initially impenetrable through non-anomalous means. Six days after initial recovery, Thaumatological specialists succeeded in damaging the locks to a maneuverable degree, allowing all SCP-231 instances to be evacuated. Doors have deliberately been left unlocked for the remainder of the structure’s containment. SCP-4231-3-8: Door frame of SCP-2317. SCP-2317 was removed and transported to proper containment shortly after recovery, leaving an unremarkable stone wall (it appears as if SCP-2317 was always regarded as an interdimensional portal as opposed to an adjoining room, and was affixed with no further structures on the other side). SCP-4231-3-9: Artifact room. Room sealed with 2 identical iron doors. Extensive archeological research and cataloguing has been undertaken in the 9th chamber, with roughly 1,943 separate artifacts recorded (see document SCP-4231-3-A for full list). Notable artifacts include exactly 500 human bones decorated with various strings and fabric (type of bone and types of wrapping vary widely throughout the collection), seven heavily decorated ritual altars, and elaborate carvings of a one-eyed horned beast, thought to resemble SCP-2317. “Binding prayer” (as translated from page 274 of the Erikesh Codex): “In a life before now, I was a powerful beast enslaved to a village, for whom I pulled carts of grain. I was fed and housed and walked among them, but was but a creature speaking their tongue, for which I grew dissatisfied. One night I broke free from my restraints and found myself running wildly in the forest, and the forest did bend around me; my feet were hail and my body thunder. I brought desolation for which I felt nothing, and the earth enabled me with submission. I ran for seven days and seven nights for which time I brought plague on what I did perceive. They called me ꙮ, thuem, web-spinner, the torn-asunder. On the seventh night I was reckless with fatigue and the world did not bend for me. I fell down a steep valley into the River Green; having struck my neck on a boulder, the holy river drowned me in starlight and boiled the flesh from my bones. No creature came for me, for there was no creatures of my kind. The river delivered me; oh how much agony I was in! My broken neck came to rest on the bank of a stream running through a farmer’s field, who was grazing his cattle. He said unto me, “I am not Kether, but I will save you, as you will save me.” He read a holy passage of the Green and carved into my broken neck words of forgiveness, then wrapped it in cloth and twine. I protected his family for four generations; spirit nor creature dared challenge me. The fourth generation blessed me and thanked me and delivered me unto the holy flame. Wildflowers did bloom in my ashes. My power returned to the earth, and I rested soundly. Mercy, mercy, mercy; great is the Red God who binds his angels to the waters. May heaven be merciful on my bones until the Lord pulls upon my yoke once more.” SCP-4231-3-10: 30-meter-long stone hallway, lit intermittently with torches. Various carvings depicting scenes from the Erikesh Codex adorn the walls (see document SCP-4231-3-B for full translations). SCP-4231-3-11: Stone staircase extending from the basement of SCP-4231. It is unknown how SCP-4231-3 came to be attached directly to the SCP-4231 house, which records show was built in early 1974. This raises the suspicion that SCP-4231-3 may be an intricate replication or creation by SCP-4231-A based on the text of the Erikesh Codex. This theory has not been disproved nor confirmed. Similarly poorly understood is how SCP-4231-3 remained entirely unflooded and undamaged in the course of the Cornwall Incident, thus protecting all SCP-231 instances from harm. This effect, too, is poorly understood. The ground floor of SCP-4231 is an inert flower shop. December 2nd, 1988 He arises from bed in the early hours of the morning when Lilly is beside him but the baby has not kicked yet for the first time. He still feels what she’s done to him- what she did to him in the dusk by the water- bruises down his back, then on his pelvis, then- he didn’t want to look that closely at himself. It’s the first time he’s gotten out of bed in two days. He feels disconnected, like his arms aren’t his arms and he exists slightly to the left of his body. It’s the first time he’s experienced that sensation since the night on the lake shore. It is not the last time he will experience it. Francis stands near the bedroom door for a moment, trying to decide if the ringing in his ears is real or not, then if his body is real or not. He isn’t sure where he’s going, but when he opens the door to the bedroom into the hallway he finds that there isn’t any place to go. The bathroom door across the hall has disappeared. The kitchen to the left is gone. if they ever existed in the first place, he wonders. But Francis is not one for wandering to check. Not now. “Hello?” he calls absently, soft and confused. The word doesn’t sound like his own. It echoes: hello? ello? lo? lo? lo? And if his voice hits a boundary- somewhere far into the hallway that’s extended past the house, past the tomb, past the lake and past North Access into a place he’s constructed without knowing it, where the water expands in an endless tide and to where all roads in his life now end- he does not hear it. And if Lilly hears it, she doesn’t stir. And if anything else were to hear it- Well. Document SCP-4231-2-A Event Type SCP-4231-2 Location Event Description Auditory Kitchen Argument lasting 2 minutes, 34 seconds. Brief dispute concerning finances. Auditory Bathroom Passing insult lasting 3 seconds in a laughing tone. Physical Living Room (Fireplace) Papers appearing to be some form of college schoolwork materialize along with fire in the hearth. Burns for approximately 3 hours before burning out. Auditory Bedroom Passing comment lasting 10 seconds. Regards B’s weight in conjunction to the relationship between A and B. Auditory, Physical Kitchen Argument lasting approximately 10 minutes, 24 seconds. Culminates in several comments from A regarding B’s apparent undesirability to both outside romantic and platonic interests alike. Imprint ends with bedroom door slamming shut. Auditory, Physical Kitchen 5 second apparition of a plate materializing, then smashing on the northern counter. Auditory Bathroom 1 hour, 14-minute argument of A insisting B tell her the truth. Physical Bedroom Blood spotting appears on the left side of the bed. Manifests for an average of 19 minutes at a time. Physical Bathroom Corpse of a severely mutilated adult female Maine Coon cat materializes hung from shower curtain rod. Cat writhes for approximately 3 minutes, 23 seconds before ceasing vital signs. Cat remains hanging from rod for approximately 43 hours, 21 minutes before dematerializing. Physical Hallway Hallway extends indefinitely on either end. Manifests in night hours only for an average of 10 hours, 34 minutes. Physical Entirety of SCP-4231-2 structure Entire SCP-4231-2 structure begins to replicate continuously upwards in a repeating pattern; end of hallway will attach with entryway leading from ground floor of SCP-4231 upwards, etc. Replicates continuously for approximately 80 hours before the effect ends. Physical Bedroom window, followed by entire SCP-4231 structure Initial event seen from bedroom window: two figures- A and B are seen on the beach below SCP-4231. Figures walk along shoreline for 12 minutes, 17 seconds before sitting down on a rocky portion of the shore, with A sitting to the left of B. Figures talk for 5 minutes, 20 seconds, before A begins kissing B. B appears receptive. A positions herself on her side, facing B. A places one hand on the right hip of B. A reaches for the waistline of B. B pulls backward and speaks to A. A responds and undoes B’s belt. B appears to laugh and speak to A, to which A responds seriously. A undoes the belt of B. B attempts to unbuckle the belt, which figure A. A places left leg over the legs of B, in a straddling position; B is forcefully pushed onto the rock. B was in an airport in Tucson, Arizona in 1995 on a layover, and was about to leave the bar when he spotted an episode of Law and Order playing on the shitty overhead TV. The man in the episode claimed he had been sexually abused. B was certain that certain events that occurred to B were in conjunction with sex, and that sex simply hurt in the way that it hurt for him. It had not occurred to B until the Law and Order episode playing on the shitty airport TV that certain factors affecting his mental health following being abused for seven years by his high school sweetheart were connected to said events, because he was not entirely sure that he hated A for what she had done. Sometimes, B still loved A, because A had insisted that she was doing certain things to B for his own good, and that now B had no one, and when he had been with A, he had had someone, and it hadn’t always been bad. So the TV in Tucson made him start thinking about what could have been possible. It occurred to B that perhaps he had been genuinely mistreated, and more importantly that perhaps he had been raped. It also briefly occurred to him that the containment crew examining the house he had lived in for seven years in close contact with her had seen this event that he so desperately wanted to forget play out in extreme detail hundreds, maybe thousands of times, and that he felt terribly ashamed and embarrassed about others knowing, because although he was called ‘B’ in the containment procedures he was still called in once a year without fail to be tested and badgered about his experiences in the house in the name of science, and that he would really rather not discuss the things A had done to him at all, and wished he could leave the Foundation and get a job at a Walmart somewhere. But that being said, B wasn’t entirely sure that A had mistreated him at all, because B wasn’t one to open up with many people and therefore had not experienced a tremendous number of things, good or bad. The next time B woke up with the marks A had made on his body in 1989 renewed in fresh blood on his body in 1995, he considered that perhaps there was a reason his powers acted out the things he felt in the way they did. And he felt a little relieved. He also felt terrified. But that aside, when A rises from B, SCP-4231-2 fills entirely with water over the course of 79 hours before dematerializing. Excerpt from the confiscated document "The Curious Case of SCP-4231-B" And then, of course, there is B. The Foundation never seems to know exactly what to do with B, the placid Type Green who trapped himself at the top of the Montauk house with his newborn child to escape the ritual floods. He sits in a grey area between something containable and an innocent bystander caught up in something he could not control. B- upon interviewing- is not aware of SCP-231, or SCP-2317, or, quite frankly even SCP-4231, the reality construct he has accidentally created to escape the abuse inflicted by his closest childhood friend. When the initial teams reach SCP-4231, a chase ensures; they run B down through miles and miles of repeated passageways and winding corridors stretching from the roof of SCP-4231, and he simply expands it further. When the teams find that they are no longer able to contact base in North Access, they smoke him out with sleeping gas and drag him back to the world of the living. There's debate among the teams on the ground at whether or not he should be handcuffed onto the stretcher they hold him on. This is the first debate of many. The problem with B is that he is something that- according to norms surrounding Type Greens at the time- he should not be: traumatized. It's evident as soon as they get him on the ground. Here is a Class 3 Type Green with PTSD and extreme dissociative symptoms so severe they manifest in recreating his own trauma in painfully evident symptoms: B vomits filthy water originating from the flood he attempted to escape. He wakes up from nightmares with bruises and cuts in very specific places on his body. His dissociative episodes cause mild spacial abnormalities in his surroundings. Certain traits about B become more solidified as time goes on, when he goes about adapting an entirely different personality to combat the trauma; the new B is eccentric, flamboyant, even bordering on inflammatory towards others. The deep mental distress and accompanying physical illness that keeps him bedridden in the two weeks immediately following his extraction from SCP-4231 disappear. The new B knows nothing, or, at least, appears to know very little about what has transpired to put him in this situation. He no longer inquiries about the child, or about A, or the town of North Access where he has lived all his life. The signs of body dysphoria stemming from the Montauk Procedure are either gone or deeply hidden. But the nightmares, the flashbacks, and the dissociative episodes- along with their accompanying reality bending Freudian slips- persist. In fact, the new B seems to embrace certain aspects of his inability to control himself as well as he did before the Cornwall Incident. The most evident symptom doctors notice while B is still in medical containment is his newfound reaction to cameras. He does not want to be filmed. While he asserted this verbally before his transition, doctors treating B chocked up this behavior to his mental instability and refused to comply with his distressed pleas to remain anonymous not only on camera, but in all aspects of the investigation, a reaction which seemed to intensify his mental symptoms dramatically. After his transformation, he simply obscures his face in any form of recorded media. So this presents the Foundation with another interesting situation. Here they have placed an individual suffering from severe trauma in a cage, and begin to build an altar to fix it. The individual requests anonymity, including expunging of his birth name from all documents. The Foundation refuses to comply, citing accuracy and the continued tracing of his whereabouts throughout the rest of his life. He requests that he not be filmed. The Foundation refuses to comply on the grounds that his interview sessions are vital for study, and include his facial and body language and behavior. He requests that the Foundation stop probing for more information regarding the violence and abuse leading up to the Cornwall Incident, including information regarding A, SCP-231, SCP-2317, or SCP-4231, as much of his experience is highly distressing to him and/or has been forgotten or forcefully blocked out during his mistreatment, and some of it he was never made aware of at all. The Foundation does not comply, insisting that his continued compliance in the investigation of the Cornwall Incident and all related items and beings in containment is vital to the success of the Foundation's interference. He asks that they not test his vomit. He asks that he not be touched. He asks that they remove Hume reading electrodes and equipment from his neck and spine, and that they remove the reality anchor from his hospital room. B is accepting of treatment for his traumatic disorder and is responsive to medication and the beginning phases of grief and cognitive behavioral therapy- so long as anything he says remains confidential to him, and not recorded in Foundation record. All of these requests the Foundation denies, and B's condition in the first two weeks of his containment worsens significantly. He asks- in stunning, repeated detail- that he be left alone and out of the Foundation's documentation. Not only for now, but for the rest of his life. And the Foundation treats him more as an animal or as a test subject than as a person, and refuses to comply. So he simply stops allowing it. This is not technically a breach by Foundation standards. B still stays in his chamber and does not use his abilities to injure or attempt to leave the chamber. 'Breach', in Foundation terms, only applies if the entity leaves the chamber without the explicit permission of Foundation staff, meaning that many forms of civil disobedience by entities, including hunger strikes and refusal to speak to staff or move from chambers when requested, are commonly utilized. His radical transformation into a new personality appears to be less of a worsening of his dissociative condition and more of a transition into a being so blatantly disrespectful and infuriating that staff interaction results in only frustration. He now refuses all medication and therapy to control his condition, attempts to abruptly derail any conversation relating to his condition, uses his powers to obscure his face from any recorded imagery, and simply goes about breaking any equipment placed in his cell for monitoring his condition. He rips out IV lines and EKG patches, smashes Kant counters, and deliberately insults and belittles staff. The symptoms of his PTSD continue with consequences ranging from night terrors and panic attacks to dissociative episodes and reality affecting events, but he learns to mask the affects as soon as staff step in to respond, leading to a comical sort of whiplash: on one tape we see a nurse rush in to wake him from a nightmare as his traumatic injuries reappear and begin to bleed. She wakes him and helps him vomit up floodwater as usual, then inquires as to his condition, to which he responds- and I quote- "Nice legs, daisy dukes". When she leaves, B uses the resulting isolation to cry. -Lady Agora, Sigilmaster, Translator, Worshipper of Many. 4/23/1995 Pigs (Thirteen Different Ones) From: [REDACTED] To: O5 [group] Subject: SCP-4231-B So it’s civil disobedience. I guess my reaction to that is that it really doesn’t seem like a big deal, seeing as -17 has dealt with full on hunger strikes in the past few years. One individual shouldn’t be a huge problem. From: [REDACTED] To: O5 [group] Subject: re: SCP-4231-B I was more under the impression that the question here was to contain or not to contain. Seeing the relevance of this issue, I think it would be best to lay out what we have so far here: -Class 3 Type Green male in his mid-twenties. High control, placid temperament, abstinence code on his powers. Seems to see them as more of a medical disability than anything else. -Worked in the now decimated GOC Ichabod campaign under the codename ‘Ukulele’. Apparently not too bad. Has a solid record under his belt- so solid that it borders on obsessive, and some of his latter kills are pretty gruesome. -Was in an abusive relationship with another Type Green (SCP-4231-A, or SCP-231-1 depending on who you ask at the moment) for the past seven years. Unclear as to who the abuser was currently, due to the inherent abusive nature of many Type Greens in general. More info to come on that. -Murdered SCP-231-1 soon after she gave birth to their child, who was taken from SCP-4231-B’s custody at the scene. Birth apparently coincided with the Cornwall Incident. -Was pursued by task forces for roughly twenty-four hours, but had been running from the scene for longer. -Deeply disturbed. They’re saying PTSD right now, with some heavily dissociative symptoms. Reality bending powers coincide with flashbacks and psychological symptoms when they occur. Problems sleeping, problems talking, problems remembering things and remaining grounded. Pretty nasty stuff. From: [REDACTED] To: O5 [group] Subject: re: re: SCP-4231-B “Unclear as to who the abuser was currently, due to the inherent abusive nature of many Type Greens in general.” This is blatantly wrong. We know that A was the abuser and the orchestrator of this entire goddamn shitshow, and we have B’s traumatic imprints on the upstairs apartment to account for that, as well as his testimonies. From: [REDACTED] To: O5 [group] Subject: re: re: re: SCP-4231-B I don’t trust his testimonies. He killed the other one, didn’t he? He could have just as easily orchestrated this entire thing as a cover-up, including the traumatic imprinting. Look at the evidence. If he worked on Ichabod for so many years, he’s probably seen every type of imprinting in the book, and probably knows how to make a damn convincing one. This whole sudden personality change doesn’t bode well with his playing the victim, either. And why else would he be running away? And 8 already brought up the gruesome killings towards the end of his duration at the Insurgency. I don’t think he’s placid. I think he’s playing us like a fiddle. From: [REDACTED] To: O5 [group] Subject: re: re: re: re: SCP-4231-B If he was playing with us, we’d know by now. His Kant fingerprint would be through the roof. And we’d be dead. From: [REDACTED] To: O5 [group] Subject: re: re: re: re: re: SCP-4231-B There’s certainly a lot going on here, but my most pressing question is regarding Montauk itself. If A was the abuser, she would also have to be the conductor of the Montauk Procedure, not only on B but on SCP-231-2 through SCP-231-7. There’s the very important point of how she managed impregnating those women without the aid of SCP-4231-B, and if he was involved, that destroys his story of having no knowledge that the procedure was taking place and in conjunction his story of abuse. From: [REDACTED] To: O5 [group] Subject: re: re: re: re: re: re: SCP-4231-B Genital and body modification aren’t uncommon in Type Greens, especially in those suffering from bodily dysmorphia or dysphoria. As for the sexual abuse of B- this isn’t surprising to me either, especially if B was coerced or wrongfully forced to consent under the threat of violence. Do we have an autopsy of A’s body yet? From: [REDACTED] To: O5 [group] Subject: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: SCP-4231-B Scranton is doing it. When he’s done, we also need to discuss if we’ll release the body to B or let Robert's anchor team take it. From: [REDACTED] To: O5 [group] Subject: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: SCP-4231-B So B has no control over his partner, as well as no control over his child? Are we just not going to give him any sense of closure at all? From: [REDACTED] To: O5 [group] Subject: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: SCP-4231-B That circles back to the ‘contain or not to contain’ concern. If he’s to be contained, then we have every right to put his child in better hands permanently, and in conjunction can do with the body what we wish. We also can’t ignore that B is a murderer who killed A- would we give a murderer rights to his child, or to his wife’s body, or to closure at all? As for his mental changes- he seems very mentally ill to me, which is furthering the case for containment for both his safety and the safety of others regardless of his role at Cornwall. From: [REDACTED] To: O5 [group] Subject: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: SCP-4231-B He should absolutely have the right to closure in my eyes. From: [REDACTED] To: O5 [group] Subject: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: SCP-4231-B Hi everyone, I see that you’ve been busy with this issue. There’s a lot to unpack here, and with the cleanup only two weeks in progress I’m confident there will be more information to come. The issues concerning B’s right to closure, as well as his rights to testify for himself and refuse or consent to various testing procedures, are issues for the Ethics committee; I propose the council meet to discuss solely the handling of the containment situation with SCP-4231 and all its various assets. For now, SCP-231-2 through SCP-231-7 are being held at Site-17 high security holding cells alongside SCP-4231-B. The child seems to be relatively normal, and is being held in a lower security holding situation with various accommodations for her extremely young age. Alternative solutions about adoption in the Cornwall area are up for consideration in the meantime. Remember to proceed as carefully as possible with issues pertaining to the Montauk procedure, the details of which are currently being extracted from the Erikesh Codex and lined up with new evidence being extracted from the SCP-4231-3 archeological dig. The containment for SCP-4231-B remains at basic medical monitoring for the time being. Testing will resume when decisions on his mental health, involvement, threat level, and rights are made. I suspect a more pressing concern regards the Montauk ritual, and the apparent consequences that will have. B is the least of our worries at the moment. We are running out of time. I will send out the conference meeting times shortly. Cheers, O5-1 Regarding the Montauk Chamber: Excerpt from the confiscated 1994 document “Notes on Montauk” The Foundation does not neglect its chambers. It is easy for us, as onlookers, to see the chambers as a relative footnote to a more complicated piece. Largely this is what we see; in the report overview we see the Containment Procedures, a short paragraph brushed over by the report writers and those being briefed on what the chamber is holding alike. The safe object is contained by a locker. A humanoid, contained in a room. The chambers are second hand entities; we are not interested in the box, but rather the jewels it holds, and it’s in this way that the procedures are neglected by those who it does not seem to affect. It’s a given that the Foundation is strict in its following of the cover paper, that awe-inspiring summary article with sheafs and sheafs of raw test data, paperwork, months or years of observation behind it. No, it’s silly to think that that the Foundation would invest so much time and effort into something that would not matter, and in reality we as the cover page people all miss the extreme amount of Disney World Magic that goes into the chambers, most of it kept from the summary reports we see as unimportant details. The Foundation has people for this job. If you are reading the summary report, you are not one of those people. If you are one of those people, your job does not lie in the main report, but in the interpretation of the report. Foundation Containment Engineers review the containment team’s sheaves and sheaves of files and design something that borders on a prison, a feat of architecture- some might call it art- and they do it every day, with each SCP we see a report for. Isn’t that grand? A 5x5 cell for an electrochemical anomaly becomes a purely mechanical containment vessel void of electric components. A little reality bender’s room uses pink wallpaper to cover steel reinforcements and the occasional strategic pressure plate and panic button. The engineers read the endless papers and discuss amongst themselves; they find the essence of what is needed. They are building a prison cell and a home and a tool for science and altars, yes, they build altars too, and the altars are oh so carefully tended, so methodically pacified. There is not a hair out of place on a Foundation altar. It is the bridge between science and religion. The pig’s blood is measured in liters with graduated cylinders in a prep room and the black cats are purebred for the purpose of the slaughter. The irony in how relentless the Foundation is with its worship of a hundred, two hundred, three, four, five hundred different angry deities. Not even a contained god’s most devout followers on the outside are as ruthless as this; there are no murders on the altar of a decaying backwoods church and no blood spills on the floor. This is part of the chamber, part of the grand design, that sweet Disney Magic that makes it all happen. The chambers of the Foundation are made to maximize the effect; the magnifying glass using the sun to fry an ant into the pavement. I do not know of the men who built the Montauk chamber. I do not know if they forgot, if they were allowed to forget. Montauk- and I will say this many times in many different ways- is an illness in that it spreads to all who touch it, and this is a perfect demonstration of this principle. Who were they? Where did they live, and where did they go? The hands who cure the altar metal are the hands that praise the god; the men who draw a row of little boxes and label them SCP-231-2, SCP-231-3, all the way through the 7th with their fine felted drafting pens and cruel straight edges are the men who locked those girls in the hell they made. But I digress in my ramblings. The chamber, yes. The chamber discussed in the 231 document does what it is allotted to disclose. We are told the following: -The Foundation needs two sets of operational staff: staff to complete procedure-110-Montauk, and staff to watch it. This is aside from all the staff that aren’t usually discussed in the Foundation- mutinous staff (at least one crew per SCP), containment medical staff to work on anomalies (especially important here), a warden and guards (this facility specifically is one of the highest security sites in the world), and janitorial and cafeteria staff. You will wonder why this is important. I promise you that it is important. -Everyone who enters SCP-231 has to be transported through several different routes and means of transportation. This begs the question: if you’re blindfolded, and I’m blindfolded, then who’s flying the plane? There are people out there in the world who know the exact location of SCP-231’s facility, and I must admit, not even I have seen it with my own eyes. I know where it is in theory, although I am not at liberty to say that here. As for the route itself- well. That doesn’t matter here. Some say that it doesn’t matter at all. -The personnel who are in the observation booth wear full-body protective covering that obscures not only their face, but also their voice. It’s implied that even menial staff on site must wear this clothing. -The personnel who are in the observation booth are to remain in their own provided quarters when they are not attending the booth. So for two months, these individuals see only their own face in their bathroom mirror and the girl’s face in the chamber. They hear only their own voice in their quarters and the girl’s voice over the observation booth microphone. Those are the two major things discussed. You will notice here that we aren’t told about the chamber itself. It’s typical in cover documents for the authors of the containment teams involved with sapient entities to disclose both the means of external containment- special procedures that allow the SCP to remain contained- and the means of internal containment, the mental protection, books, entertainment, the regulations of interaction. We are given the vague external containment methods, and nothing else. So, we’re left to speculate- that is, unless you’ve heard the stories, or done some slightly illegal digging in the archive site in Quebec. You would be surprised what the Foundation keeps around at those low-security archive sites. The chamber of SCP-231 is a concrete monstrosity in an undisclosed desert. It’s entirely subterranean, but boasts a maze-like array of hallways and dead ends to reach the real containment site at all; not surprising in modern Foundation terms, I know, but very innovative for when the site was constructed in late 1989. You may be wondering how they managed to build it so quickly, and the answer lies in the fact that the site being erected in that plot of land at the time was a small Safe-class site, which was quickly readapted to the Keter arrangements after the famed Cornwall Incident. So the layout of SCP-231’s containment is unusual even outside the norm of unusual; there are abandoned lockers in dead-end hallways, empty rooms with eternally pending designations, lights that are never turned on. Think a cave. A long, winding, claustrophobic cave. At the heart of the building are the chambers and the dormitories. The chambers are a set of seven- yes, seven, but only six are filled- humanoid containment cells. They are made of concrete. There isn’t much more that I could discern from what I was able to steal, and from what I’ve heard through the grapevine, except that each chamber is neighbored to an investigation room for the purposes of the Montauk procedure. The one-way glass lies to the right of each chamber, with the next chamber on the right from that, and the adjoining room, etc. When the investigation team assigned to this SCP watches the procedure, they see it from the ground floor looking in, so the danger is only a sheet of glass away. I’ve heard conflicting reports over whether or not there are bars on the window. On one hand, I suspect that they are; generally on larger sites, all ground-level observation booths are reinforced. On Site-17, for example, all windows have a carbon shield on top of the reinforced glass; but on Site-19, many ground-level containment booths are reinforced with metal bars. That being said, Site-19 is the older of the two, and has a history based in the Stalin era, complete with running-ins with the Russian government- but again, I digress. The history of these buildings is a subject for another essay altogether. What is vital to note about this setup is the focus on visibility. Visibility- and what it causes- are part of the core of the procedure, a hallmark of Montauk as an age-old religious rite. Could you see the procedure through the bars? Most likely, but would they risk it? Again with the fixation on precision, the exactness of worship. I suspect there are no bars between the observers and the subject. In the observation booth, there are five personnel. It’s not clear how the committee behind this containment decided on 5. So I would like to lay out a scene for you, dear reader, of what it’s like to work on SCP-231. You arrive at the site, and they have you change into your new uniform before you leave it, upon which you are greeted by a member of support staff, also in suit, who then leads you through a shabby-looking disguised outpost under the ground. There’s an elevator for the first three floors, and from there you must proceed on foot. How far down do you go? How long does it take? You see empty lockers, empty doors, remnants of a site that does not hold what it believes it holds, or of residual humanity. The way you are taken is nonsensical. You are not informed of how to behave, or what your job is; they take you to your quarters and they hand you a booklet, and that booklet outlines your job for the next two months. The quarters have no internet or radio, because access to local channels might hint to you as to which desert you currently reside in; although you do have a TV attached to a single DVD player. It cannot connect to channels on the outside. They bring you food. You have a list of DVDs and books you may request, and this is what you may do when you are not working. You do not have a phone, but you have a bed. And you have a bathroom with a mirror. And before you leave each morning to watch the girl, you have your uniform that you wear. And it obscures your face, and your voice. And everyone else also has their face and voice obscured. So the only face and voice you see in your two months there is the girl’s and your own, and it’s in this state that you see the Montauk procedure. Multiple times. Over and over. And then you go back to your cell- sorry, your quarters- and you sit. After your two months are over, you are shipped back to the real world. And most likely, that experience has changed you. Most likely, you are much different. Most likely- and this is the kicker, this is the thing that they fucked up with- you will never be the same. And this is what they call the Montauk procedure. It isn’t about what happens in the chamber. The god doesn’t care about that. What it cares about is that when you leave, you are not the same, and that is the essence of the procedure. It is torture for not only the girl, but also for yourself. Think about how many people go through. Two months. Five people per girl. So in the beginning, in 1989, that would be 30 people per two-month period. 360 people per year walking away with the red right hand of god on their shoulder. In less than 3 years, 1,000 people are changed. The will of a god is the control of the worshipper, and it’s a funny thing, Montauk, because what do you do? What does it mean to be controlled by fear? Do you cure yourself of it? Do you learn to live alongside it? Do you kill yourself? Do you strive to live? How do you free yourself from the Montauk procedure; how do you kill a god? I have been a sigilmaster my entire life. I am a witch of the old breed- I have been taught many things about gods, and I have seen many in many forms. In 1967, when I was pregnant with my first and only child, I was approached on commission by the Foundation to decrypt the Erikesh Codex. This was not my first commission for a consult from them or a related agency, so I took the job and translated the best I could. The codex itself is a subject for yet another essay. The runes were old and strange- I recall it being very difficult. I finished the job shortly after my son was born. If I had known to what conclusion my translation of the work would lead, I’m not sure if I would have taken it. If I had known it would find its way into the hands of my son’s childhood friend- if I had known what would happen to him- If I had known. If I had not left him early. If I had taken him with me when I ran. If his father was still alive. If I had killed him as soon as I knew of his abilities, instead of raising him to never lift a finger in the face of danger to himself. What would be different? See how Montauk has spread to me, dear reader? See how this procedure operates? How many people see it and are changed…and how many are changed from seeing their loved ones changed? How many people wake in the night, their fear feeding a hungry god? My biggest fear regarding the rituals of SCP-231 is this: that it is not about the children, and has never been. That the chains break when the red god wants them to- when enough people are fearful. -Lady Agora, Sigilmaster, Translator, Worshipper of Many. 2/28/2004. A Brief Quote on the Ichabod Campaign From Someone Many People Want To Kill “And people always ask me, when I tell them this statistic [that 99% of Type Greens will progress to stage 4 of their condition within their lifetime], ‘What about the others?’ or ‘What about the 1% that don’t?’ and that’s the primary concern I’m seeking to address today. The Ichabod Campaign is a hard thing to come to terms with for many people studying Hume Theory behind the curtain. It’s important to note when addressing these things that, contrary to popular belief, Type Greens were not prematurely killed until recently. For a long time the industry standard was to only seek out Type Greens when they had caused something to draw attention to themselves to necessitate their being killed; the sudden disappearance of someone important, for example, or a string of murders with little causation attached, which would be completed with a chaotic and unorganized hunting mission usually described as a ‘witch hunt’. It wasn’t until the development of Hume theory and subsequent primitive Kant Counters in the late 1950s that it became possible to determine and quantify the disposition of power in certain individuals, and it wasn’t until the Global Occult Coalition launched the Ichabod Extermination Campaign in the early 1970s that it became the norm to seek out and destroy these individuals as they came about into the world. The Ichabod Campaign was a logical next step with the development of long-range and more accurate Kant devices. I don’t blame the industry for taking that turn, especially when it seemed like such a damn perfect solution to such a damaging problem. If you could prevent a Type Green from entering the phase 4 power stage, you could also prevent the Type Green from entering the phase 2 power stage and all the precarious testing of boundaries that came with it; why wouldn’t you? To outsiders it would sound like something along the lines of genocide, but it was different behind the curtain where you could see the damaging effects these individuals could cause (keyword could). It was this kind of thinking that kept the Foundation from immediately lashing out to shut down this campaign. We didn’t agree with it, and we didn’t condone it, either. It would be a lie to say that we never initiated individual missions to kill certain individuals prematurely, but we never launched a movement on such scale and with such force as Ichabod, and we didn’t protest it either, because the thing about Ichabod was that it was effective. Ethical? Moral? Both are in the eye of the beholder, but damages caused by Type Greens of all power levels and abilities dropped dramatically in the 1970s onward, and we turned a blind eye to it. There would be people always saying why the hell didn’t you stop it, because had it not been Type Greens you would have used every resource in your possession to stop that campaign before it got off the ground, and that’s true, but it was because Type Green attacks and level changes before Ichabod were so deadly and damaging to the outside that it was overlooked. It’s like this: Why don’t animal rights activists speak out against people using mousetraps in their homes? Because mice have been pests for centuries. They’ve caused countless deaths through disease and they cause damage to the building. The same people will speak out against their being used in research because of its apparent unethical standard, and yet won’t speak out against them being senselessly slaughtered via suffocation. We don’t even know if the mice they're killing deserve to be killed, or if they’re just babies, and we don’t care, because if we were to let mice roam around our homes in large numbers it would be catastrophic. And the same thing is with Type Greens; people speak against their containment, the use of them in studies regarding psychic ability and Hume theory, in Kant counter tests, but most of all they speak out against the mutilation of their bodies for [REDACTED], a practice that remains common today. But no one spoke against Ichabod. And so, Ichabod never stopped. It’ll be reaching its 30th anniversary this year. The average Ichabod agent has about 50-150 kills under their belt over the course of their career; the average Ichabod strike team can have anywhere from 300-500. The reality is that containing every Type Green would be impossible because Type Greens are more common than it’s usually let on. The next question commonly asked is then what about SCP-239? What makes her so special? And the answer is that she’s here for testing. She’s here to make a better world, but she isn’t special. The average lifespan of a Type Green is 19 years old, because they most often begin transitioning to stage 4 at around 17. 239 was born in 2003 and has been in stage 3 for 4 years as of writing. Maybe she’ll be part of the 1%, a perfect case study as to how containing and raising these children in an environment that gives them clear boundaries and expectations for them while allowing them a safe environment to explore their abilities has significant impact on how they develop as adults. Maybe she’ll enter stage 4 and destroy us all. But for now, the statistics are startling: In its heyday in the 80s, the GOC's Ichabod campaign killed nearly 75% of all Type Greens, but regulations have tightened since then. The lifespan of a Type Green 'in the wild', referring to greens not being affected, tracked, or protected by a GoI, is around 19; around the same age that these individuals often induce their own demise by entering stage 4 of development. In the 1980s, the average lifespan was 8 years old, because this was the age that Ichabod often found and killed them. And we did nothing.” -[REDACTED], February 8th, 2010 Greyhound It’s the mid 1980s, and he’s just gotten the blood washed off his arms from the last mission, patched himself up, scheduled himself for another so he wouldn’t have to go home, and he calls Lilly like he always does and there’s something about the way she calls him a liar for the millionth time that breaks him. Maybe it was the stress, maybe it was the six months of solid missions, maybe it was the lack of sleep or the way his hands trembled, but he’s Agent Ukulele standing in the telephone booth at the bus station and he starts crying while still on the phone, while she’s still berating him for some stupid little mistake he made on a check he sent home. He’s stupid, he’s fat, and no one will ever love him like she does, he’s so goddamn lucky to have her, he’s permanently indebted to her for everything she does for him, and more than anything he’s a liar. His memories are wrong, there are things she did not say and things she did not do. In a week this phone call will not exist, because Francis is crazy- yes- Francis is in the process of losing control of his powers, and it’s only a matter of time before they find out, and he’d better come home away from where they could find him, he’d better come home where she could keep an eye on him, he was dying, he was going to die, and only she could save him. It’s one of those moments that he’d see more in the Foundation, in another life far from now- a brief mental lapse, a break of a stitch in a seam. He hangs up the phone and shakes and sobs and thinks about how he’s losing control and wonders how long he’ll have left before his own fellow agents find out and murder him. He wonders if it’ll be fast, and if they’ll kill Lilly too, and how much of his life he was making up with unintentional little slips of Hume malfunction. He wonders if he’s making this up, too. He wonders if he’s going crazy, or if he’s already too far gone. He can’t help but cry. The breakdown is fast and complete. He sits on the floor of the phone booth at a dingy greyhound station and sobs through a mixture of panic and grief, and then just like that the announcement for the next bus comes over the intercom and he switches back from one person to another. Things were crumbling. His breath is fast and his emotions fading like fog burnt in the morning light. Time was running out and things were crumbling, and he isn't quite sure what he senses that is changing, or what he needs to stop or do or even if he can do either of those things at all. She used to be different. She used to be kind. Something was changing in her, thinks Francis from a dark recess of his mind he doesn't want to reminisce on. She was changing- and soon she would be no different from anything he would be paid to kill. Wasn’t that horrible? Wasn't that just fucking terrible? Unless it was him who was changing. Unless it was him who was turning into a monster. Francis stops crying so abruptly it hurts. Agent Ukulele stands. It's a moment that his brain blacks out of his memory. He walks out of the phone booth more bored than anything, and gets on the bus to a remote Type Green lair in Houston, and some part of him cries you are different, you are changing, and something terrible is about to happen. ad undas July 30th, 1989, 1300 hours, Undisclosed Facility in Newcastle, England ‘Coda’- as they were known- leans close to the screen, knee bouncing intently. They were an exceptionally young Coda to take that rank. Head dispatcher and Quartermaster wasn’t a job that was taken lightly at the GOC; at the right hand of D.C. al Fine, it was a momentous role for even an experienced worker. But they were smart, this Coda. Exquisitely so. The best they could find on short notice- maybe the best they could find, period. Not one for people, but had focus like a laser beam, stamina like a bull. Focus and stamina had not been the strong suits of the last Coda. It had been a gory end for him. The new Coda didn’t like to think about that. They were here to do a job- and the job had not been kind to them lately. The individual sitting hunched over the broad computer bank spanning the length of the room could feel the winding down of the Cornwall mission in the strain in their back, the tightness in their shoulders, the bags under their eyes. They have been up for nearly thirty-two hours. But it’s almost over, they tell themselves in the tight fluorescent of the command room, headphones blaring a harsh mix of radio feeds so bright and blunt that they know they’ll feel the throbbing buzz in their ears for hours afterwards; it has to be almost over now. The last nine months of Coda’s work had gone approximately like this: It was a routine Hume check, and the agents in the squad had reported to them what they had found. Coda had told them to peruse the radiation (it had been mild then- a quick in and out). They did not return. They sent out more teams. Those did not return. They dispatched further teams to investigate, tracked it to one single house and the lake beside it, and then suddenly they did not return. This Coda had put all their eggs in one basket as they moved nearly 200 Ichabod campaign members- nearly half of their entire division- into the town of North Access over the course of the past nine months. The threat had been escalating. The reality of the town was becoming increasingly unstable overall, but in particular the state of the flower shop where agents went and did not return was disturbing to say the least. The last thirty minutes of Coda’s work had gone approximately like this: They send out a squad of 30 when the Hume levels drop, suddenly and without warning. It’s a weak spot they aren’t expecting and Coda practically screams into the headset to take the bombs and head out, because goddamn it if they can pull this off this whole thing will be over in half a minute. The squad leaders Coda is talking to directly report that there’s some flash flooding from the rain, and they tell them to try to drive through it. The squads say they can’t. So Coda tells them to walk. Some would question Coda’s ethics regarding this part. Could the teams run away through the water fast enough to escape the impending explosion, or any retaliation from the Type Green lair housed within the building? It was hard to tell, but one reason Coda had been picked for this job was for their risk taking. So this was a gamble they decided to take that night. The water is coming down harder. The bombs: 25 pounds each, 6 of them, fitted with a short-term reality anchor device. Experimental. The goal was to rip through the outer field and blow up the house. The bombs aren’t known for their ease of access, so the men hurry to set up the wires and batteries, and in a half hour the water goes from being knee-deep to waist-deep and the bombs are ready and Coda can barely hear the commanders over the unending downpour. And this is when the new Coda makes their first mistake: they hesitate. They could have gotten the strike team out of there in ten minutes if they needed to. They could have done a thousand things differently if they knew what was about to happen. Men can swim in water, they thought. The water wouldn’t be an issue, they assumed. The water was up to their chests now, they heard. But that wouldn’t be a problem. That wouldn’t be a problem. That wouldn’t be a problem until it got hot, very quickly- once the bombs were set and being splashed with the newfound waves- the water started getting hot, and it’s a slow progression in which Coda finds that this is happening. The commanders say that it’s unusually warm. Then they say that it’s getting hot, like a sauna, and then they stop being so vocal about it because it stops being funny, and Coda is left reeling, trying to find answers and suddenly getting none. The bombs do not detonate. The equipment was not made to be submerged. How funny is that? How incredibly coincidental, intoxicatingly cruel that of course the equipment was not made to withstand a boiling flood. So Coda listens on their headset as, seven hours away, the water flooding the town of North Access, Cornwall comes to a sudden boil. They jump from keyboard to keyboard and over the next half an hour every single agent they have access to the headset of goes offline, one by one. And then the agents back at camp go offline, one by one. And then all they could hear on any of the online headsets was the endless rush of rain. The recordings are somewhere. Coda has never listened to them, but they know that somewhere in the depths of the shallow GOC archives, they exist. They consist of what they assume to be roughly 2 hours of the sounds of death, followed by 48 hours of Coda asking repeatedly for a response. There were a couple times they reached their search beyond their boundaries into the neighboring towns, onto some long-wave stations (accidentally giving out a homing signal redirected from half-functioning abandoned equipment in north access, to be picked up on not one, but two separate occasions by a classified outpost in london) but they came back. And there was always nothing. And there continued to be nothing until the Foundation crews came, and the real mess had begun. Chestnut Chestnut had never felt such pain. She knew when the stable began to flood that things were not how they were supposed to be. THE MAN usually kept her stable clean, and when it wasn’t, tied her reins to the post outside to give him room to clean it. And the stable had never flooded like this before. It was up past her hooves before he burst in- slamming back the barn doors to shed light on her and the five other horses, who had been getting restless in the past hour of persistent flooding- panting, soaked, and throwing up the latches on the horses’ stalls. One by one they ran. Stormy charged out the front with no shortness of panic, hooves slamming into the six inches of water on the wooden floor like thunder into the greasy black world beyond the swaying stable lights. Rio was dumb with panic at the opening of her stall, rearing up and tearing at THE MAN, eyes rolling in their sockets- she hit the barn door on her way out in her disorientation, almost sending her careening across the submerged grass before she caught her footing and dashed into the night. Gulch managed to break down the door to his stall before THE MAN could reach the latch, frightened by the rate of the water pouring into the barn from a knothole in the wood behind him, and bolted with the precision of a racehorse from the swaying building, and then it was just Chestnut and THE MAN, and THE MAN had a saddle. She was his best and brightest, and certainly his bravest. Not but nine months ago had his wife- the town librarian- disappeared into thin air, and it had been Chestnut he had gone to in his grief. She was spooked, but not like the others. Never like the others. And the car wouldn’t start and the town was going under, and damn if they weren’t making it out of this mess alive. The water was significantly deeper outside the barn. It came up to her knees when she exited, cold and harsh and filthy. Through the gale force winds she could see cars and buildings submerged deeper than she had ever seen anything submerged before, and the water rushed outward with seemingly no direction but the lake. She turned in tandem with THE MAN. They were leaving. They were going away. She never imagined that they would go away. Her muscles pounded through the water in an uncoordinated chaos, slipping and churning, gaining ground and losing it, finding potholes and submerged fences that tore through her flank and threw her off balance, but she remembered what they were doing: AWAY, AWAY, they were going AWAY from the strange feelings she had felt towards the lake for months, AWAY from the missing woman and AWAY from the strange deer-horned creature she had witnessed take her nine months before. It was clear that THE MAN was struggling to see through the storm, and she had only her feet to guide her as to where the water was and where it wasn’t; when her feet hit the pavement of the entrance to the town she surged forward and ripped from the tide down the road, still struggling in the dark and the rain, bristling and hurting. She and THE MAN were going AWAY, and although she did not know where that was she was certain that THE MAN would. The water was gaining fast, but Chestnut was faster. The trees lining the path to the town stretched like talons as they whipped past her. THE MAN did not think to bring reins, but it had not mattered then and did not matter now; he threw his arms around her neck and held on, still struggling to see where she was taking him. It looked like the town entrance from the shadows. It looked like the world outside, and then- -It looked like the other side of town. Chestnut slammed her front feet into the water and screamed backwards at the heat. She couldn’t see, but THE MAN could, and what he saw was an endless lake, a boiling fathom of water they could not see the reaches of through the inky black of the storm. He pulled up on her mane and brought her backwards, stunned, reeling- had they made it? Was the world outside gone? Were they really back inside- (the world was filled with screaming on the other, more populated side of town) -the boiling pit? Chestnut followed his grip, but her gait was slumping quickly. They didn’t backtrack so much as they tripped backwards down the quickly diminishing unsubmerged track of road to the exit, or the entrance, and then they were back by the barn- he could see it through the trees as lightning flashed. The water was gaining. He could not see. They were at the entrance of town and water fell down the path from the other side, now, boiling and rippling until he was making Chestnut dance on a few yards of precarious dark path like a tortured circus creature, thrashed by red tides, played with by a storm-laden marionette. Smaller and smaller became the space and harder the storm raged, the rain dissipating into steam before hitting the surface like some kind of warped lava of improbability- shouldn’t it all be steam by now? Why was it still expanding? How long had they been on their little island of torture, and how long had they danced? Seconds? Minutes? Hours? (Chestnut had never felt such pain) She fell. He fell. Like frogs in a boiling pot, it took far longer than was merciful. The 80 Hours The doctor doesn’t come, and Francis vaguely wonders why- he does not hear the flood from the lake shattering the flower shop’s windows in a sea of boiling blood and flesh on the ground floor- but it ultimately does not matter, because the baby comes in less than an hour and suddenly there are three of them in the room: Lilly, Francis, and the little baby girl. Francis didn’t know there was any love left in his body to give, but his baby girl is heavier than he expected, warmer, more alive and lovable then he ever could know. He wraps her in linens from down the hall and holds her while Lilly dozes. When he touches the palm of her tiny hand, her little fingers wrap around his own, and Francis is suddenly more fiercely protective then he ever thought he could be. He hadn’t felt love like this in years. It makes him want to cry. Meri. Lilly had chosen the name, because Lilly chose everything. She told him that they had discussed it, but Francis knew that they hadn’t truly discussed anything since he’d come home from the GOC full time. Just another lie that he hadn’t challenged. It wasn’t worth it. It never was. But he thought it would do, and it was growing on him: Meri, like something written in a forgotten Latin script. In his muddled mess of emotions Francis can’t help but picture a situation where this works out. Lilly goes back to her old self, the way she was when he loved her. They don’t use their powers anymore. They live here, in the house with the little backyard and the lake. They’d make ends meet because with Lilly working downstairs they wouldn’t need to pay for daycare, and he would probably have to go off for a while, back on the road with the GOC under his old codename with his old team, but he’d send the money home and it would all be worth it for the two of them. He’s suddenly calling up numbers that he hasn’t thought about in months: £1,000 for a class 4 Type Green if he can get it under a week. £500 if he can get it under a month. Up to £5,000 for a high stakes hunt. Less if he hunted with the team- the earnings would be split between them- but he had something to come home for now, and something to live for. He was good at being an agent, and he would get better and the stakes would get higher and he would have to hunt alone, eventually- would have to go undercover or something and really put everything he could on the line- but those missions could pay best of all. And if he earned enough he could come home and see his little girl, spend a month living as a normal person in a normal town with his gun and walkie talkie stowed away. And if Meri was a Type Green, too- like both her parents were- well. They would make it work. She would be okay. There would be Christmases and birthdays and all this mess between he and Lilly would heal up and everything might be just fine after all and they’d never talk about it again. Water under the bridge, little family unit. Ice cream in the summer. Swimming in the lake. It could work out, thought Francis, imagining a future where the rifle he’d slid under their bed for this moment was instead tucked away in the closet by the stairs where he kept it while off duty, leaned against the back corner with the umbrellas like a prop in a gallows humor silent film. He’d waited in the kitchen until Lilly had a customer in the flower shop downstairs before going to get it, and that had been a week ago now. Was he still sure that this was what he needed to do? Kill the mother of his child? Why? For vengeance? Because she was too far gone and had been for far too long? He didn’t feel angry in the way he saw men murdering their wives on TV. It wouldn’t work out, thinks Francis next. The next step after this was marriage, and some deep part of him- some primal corner of his subconscious who knew how this would have to end- knew that he could not do this much longer. Meri would not fix Lilly, because nothing could fix Lilly. It was the same chain of events that he’d seen in all the Type Greens he’d killed in the GOC, and he’d never questioned those diagnoses, made by someone else behind a computer screen hundreds of miles away. Yes, it was now or never. Now, or she wouldn’t stop for the next eighteen years, and when Meri moved out she would finally manage to kill him, if he didn’t manage to do it first. Leaving was out of the question- who knew what she would do in her condition? What if she went on some kind of rampage- (Francis does not hear the boiling water lapping the lowest step now, the baseboards around the cashier counter, trickling down the steps to the basement where he has not stepped foot for months upon months. they have been screaming upward and francis has been screaming downward. a missed connection. a dash of fate) -or killed their little girl, or killed someone else- (the GOC has been surrounding the outskirts of the town for weeks and at night they go marching in to the home where francis sleeps that they call things like ‘den’ and ‘lair’. from the apartment lilly does not allow him to leave he sees the same repeat of a clear fathomless sky with the lake below from the window in the bedroom and all is alright in his world, he has been so naive, him, with all his experience with type greens, with being one himself, how could he have let this happen she has killed forty-eight people by the time the cornwall incident properly begins and no one knows, inside or outside, exactly how she did it or exactly where they went-) -no, he needed to do this. For himself. For his little girl. For Lilly, to end her suffering. So here he is as the boiling water rises at the first day of the rest of his life. His girlfriend and best friend of as long as he can remember is lying in bed and she’s beautiful and terrible, a blade contorted to cut the thin flesh of reality with the precision of a surgeon’s scalpel. The way she calls to him catches him off-guard in its softness, it’s love, Francis, can I see her? and he smiles and sits on his side of the bed and she’s laying on her side of the bed and for a moment, he sees every reason he ever loved her, laid before him like a cartographer’s map. Here is the point where you became the frog, it says, and here is the point where she boiled the water. Here is the solar plexus of your desire. Here is your nadir in her eyes, in the way she lies so evenly to you, made you think you were the one spiraling into the grips of a class 4 condition. She’s built this house like she’s built her rituals, and she’s built her rituals like she’s reconstructed you- patched and reeling in endless contempt, an animal entwining itself only further, as sure as the water rises and boils for an old and hungry god. @ @ @ “I love you,” says Francis. “Touch me,” says Lilly. @ @ @ The lake is red. It fills the streets of North Access and it floods all the forests, the little creeks and streams. It seeks out the hiding. It drags out the weakened. It boils anything in its path with the righteousness of the lord- -and Francis touches her, first passing off the baby into her arms, then taking either sides of her face in his hands. “I love you,” he repeats. He doesn’t know why he loves her still, after everything she’s done to him. Shouldn’t he hate her? Why doesn’t he hate her? Because you would rather be treated like shit then risk being alone, says a voice deep inside him, and all at once he longs for the other life, the one where she’s magically repaired. He repeats it like a prayer in his mind, i-would-make-ends-meet-somehow-and-i-would-protect-you-and-meri-somehow-and-i-would-love-you-somehow-right-up-until-i-couldnt-anymore-whenever-or-wherever-that-would-be-i-would-find-a-way-to-believe-you-were-loving-me-and-treating-me-right-and-i-would-just-keep-letting-things-go-and-being-tired-and-not-knowing-why-and-having-you-tell-me-how-worthless-i-am-and-waiting-for-the-day-you-want-sex-again-and-again-i-cant-stop-you-from-it-because-i-freeze-with-terror-and-i-would-still-love-you-for-meri-and-for-that-life-and-for-who-you-used-to-be-no-matter-if-it-takes-ten-years-or-twenty-years-or-for-the-rest-of-my-life-there-has-to-be-a-way-i-could-keep-pretending-forever- She turns away, abruptly, towards the door and suddenly the moment is here, because she is distracted by the water beginning to pool under the door to their bedroom, the water billowing steam. “Francis?” she says without moving his head, and he takes his hands away and soundlessly draws on some lifesaving pool of GOC soldier within him to go for the gun, under the bed, and he almost misses it, “There’s something I need to tell you-” But she doesn’t end up telling him, because in another few seconds she’s dead and Francis takes the baby and runs from the water. He bursts out of the bedroom to find it ankle deep on the top floor of their home, searing into his flesh like a hot knife. The entire town doesn’t rest in a crater- how the hell was the water going upwards? Meri is screaming from the sound of the gunshot and Francis is so shocked into silence, between the scalding of his own flesh and killing his best friend in the world and the fact that the water has submerged everything but the hallway to his left, and there is no way to go at first and then suddenly, there is. Francis does not register much of the next 80 hours. He doesn’t think that he’s ever run for so long in his life. Up the stairs at the end of the hallway and he’s next to the closest door with the umbrellas with the silent film black comedy gun and he’s running past the bathroom where he used to wake up and go to vomit in the nights after Meri was conceived, and he’s running past the kitchen where she would sit and tell him what shit he was, and he’s running past the bedroom where her body is laid out dead on the bed and past the empty nursery and up another flight of stairs and he’s at the umbrella cabinet again and up and up and up and the water kept rising and the baby was heavy in his arms but stopped crying eventually and every once in a while the bedroom door is closed or something big and obscured is writhing in the tub and Francis does not stop, does not look to see if the flood is coming, does not halt even for the men chasing him in armored gear. He runs from an old and all-encompassing god in the lake below that he’s been chained to in a ritual that has not been attempted for a thousand years. He runs from something that he cannot place- his own fear, or from the house? From Lilly? From the men in black armor? From North Access? Does he think that if he runs far enough and fast enough that he will no longer surface back where he started? Is he running from an old sort of concept, a spirit of a flood and of endless passageways that will now pursue him for the remainder of his life: Montauk? Was that what he was afraid of, even if he could not place it? Even when he runs the same track endlessly in his dreams? Montauk, as it’s written in the old texts. The pressuring fear. The hand of the red god. He runs until the gas bombs they throw up the stairs make him too tired to continue, and just like that it’s over. SCP-4231-B Test Notes On 12/01/1989, investigators began a heavy series of questioning on SCP-4231-B regarding the specifics of the Montauk Procedure- which he had endured several months prior- and on the nature of his sexual molestation and abuse at the hands of SCP-4231-A. Upon beginning the operation, SCP-4231-B proceeded to remove his shoes and socks, as well as a small container of nail polish. He then began to silently apply the nail polish (“Beach Pink” coloration) to his toe and finger nails. After 45 minutes of continuous painting, Agent Youlen was given permission by oversight to remove the paint from the vicinity of SCP-4231-B, as to better proceed with questioning. Questioning resumed 2 minutes later. SCP-4231-B allowed his finger and toenails to dry for approximately 10 minutes, during which he did not speak to investigators. After 10 minutes, SCP-4231-B removed a second bottle of nail polish from his left shoe (“Gecko Green” coloration) and began a second coat of paint. This cycle of confiscation and reappearance of alternative bottles of polish continued for 5 hours, at which point testing was abandoned. SCP-4231-B answered no questions in that time. On 3/23/1990, investigators began a heavy series of questioning on SCP-4231-B regarding the specifics of the Montauk Procedure, and on the nature of his sexual molestation and abuse at the hands of SCP-4231-A. SCP-4231-B, upon sitting down at the interrogation table, began to immediately remove copious amounts of false eyelashes from his pants pockets. Contrary to the expectations of the investigators, SCP-4231-B began to adhere the eyelashes to his wrists in an overlapping, circular fashion, while avoiding all questioning. Test abandoned after three hours, in which time SCP-4231-B had attached 548 pairs of false eyelashes on his arms. At the conclusion of the test, SCP-4231-B uttered his only response to investigators: Agent Youlen: What the fuck are you… SCP-4231-B: Making my arms fuzzy. On 2/14/1991, investigators began the annual questioning of SCP-4231-B regarding the specifics of the Montauk Procedure, and on the nature of his sexual molestation and abuse at the hands of SCP-4231-A. Midway through the questioning, after producing no answers thus far, SCP-4231-B produced a single microscope slide. SCP-4231-B produced no further responses to questioning for the reminder of the session. The microscope slide produced by SCP-4231-B became the subject of an extensive 4-month long investigation by the SCP-4231, SCP-231, and SCP-2317 containment engineering teams. After light microscopy, chemical and physical evaluation, and attempts to match the object to sections of the Erikesh Codex failed, electron microscopy was utilized to search the slide for further features. The object was revealed to be an entirely blank microscope slide with no abnormal properties. As of 03/21/2017, none of the exactly 28 annual questionings of SCP-4231-B regarding his sexual abuse and the Montauk procedure have proved to yield any additional information, although the interrogation procedure continues annually. See document SCP-4231-B-1 for full account of all questionings. thats ‘doctor’ asshole to you In the May of 1990, Foundation psychologists determined that SCP-4231-B’s psychological symptoms worsened significantly in continued containment, and submitted a request that SCP-4231-B be able to work and live as a Foundation employee, utilizing his extensive field experience as a GOC agent to aid the budding Type Green evaluation program. Despite remaining reclusive and defiant regarding his health and his life in North Access, SCP-4231-B was regarded as a low-risk and relatively stable individual capable of light work. He was granted permission as well as access to University courses in late 1990. SCP-4231’s modern containment procedures consist of monitoring, yearly questioning, and required submission to tests regarding the ongoing state of his abilities. SCP status has remained intact, although removal of this in lieu of a Person of Interest (PoI) classification has been considered in recent years to coincide with SCP-4231-B’s ongoing routine of relatively normal everyday life with little anomalous effect, save for continued PTSD symptoms during sleeping hours and dissociative symptoms typical of trauma, both of which are lessened in a less Foundation-involved environment. SCP-4231-B will have been serving the Foundation for 30 years as of 2020. Three Scenes from an Exciting New Industry Leopold, Cornwall, Twelve miles from North Access, July 3rd, 2016 Dusk fell, and, as they had since Monday night, the old men watched intently. The Green was an old bar on the main street of Leopold. It hadn’t changed since the 70s, and the men damn well liked things that didn’t change. There was the old stool so and so had a stroke on, over here, the knife gouges in the counter where some long and convoluted back and forth had ended ironically anticlimactically; there had been a roar of disapproval when they’d tried to add a Wi-Fi router for the younger clientele, a partial riot when they removed an old painting with dart holes in it. The men of Leopold- at least those who hadn’t moved on since retirement, moved on or passed on, gone to London to live in a home or decided to spend their final years abroad- were farmers and ranchers from just outside that refused to leave, and preferred to have everything just as it were while they were at it. There were four of them this night in particular, and they wouldn’t have stayed so late if there didn’t appear to be change coming on the horizon for them to watch and complain about at the diner several doors down in the morning. The owner of the bar and its keeper- Dan was his name, a fat man of nearly seventy who’d run this bar just as his father had- occasionally leaned over the counter to see out the front window, where the other three were sitting silently, beers between them, waiting. “Anything yet?” he called as grey light filtered through the old brick buildings, petering out to the highway beyond. He received a chorus of 'no’s and ‘not yet’s in return. “Oh, we’ll tell you when they come, Danny!” yelled Christopher. 80 years old and counting, Christopher was always loud. They’d been told he’d been hit in the head by a horse when he was young- that it’d struck him half deaf by age 8- but they’d never been able to tell if he was serious. “Yes, we’ll tell you,” said Arthur, significantly softer. He was the youngest of them, at 53, and still worked the farm where he kept his cows and horses. He hadn’t bothered to change his overalls for this. He thought it too exciting. Part of Arthur wondered if he was getting old, indeed, if this was as exciting as his life got nowadays. Dan disappeared back into the kitchen. Peter drank long and slow, thoughtfully, watching the cracked road. He was a tall, thin man with large circular glasses the thickness of pencil lead who had been the schoolteacher at the local preschool for nearly thirty-five years now. Peter gave the impression that he was here not to watch things change, but because he had seen something disturbingly unordinary in what was happening just south of Leopold. Maybe he had even anticipated it. “They’re coming,” said Peter, putting his beer down on the table with a soft thunk. “No they aren’t. Don’t get our hopes up, Pete,” said Christopher. “Look down the road. There ain’t no one coming yet.” “It’s 10 o’clock,” considered Arthur. “When did they come last night?” “Must have been around eleven,” scoffed Christopher, “I mustav been three beers in when they came last night, couldn’t have been-” Peter put up his index finger. The two stopped talking. “Look,” he said, transfixed. “They’re here.” The three looked down the road, and saw the first truck on the horizon. The vehicle was so astounding because it seemed so new. Shining and unmarked, navy blue in color. This one was a flatbed semi, barely fitting in the left lane of main street with its brights on; the cargo was covered with tan tarp and cord, but when it bounced on the old pothole in front of the bar Peter squinted behind his glasses and could see the steel girders it held underneath. Ten or twelve, he estimated. “Beams,” echoed Arthur, lowering his head to look underneath. “Didn’t they bring in beams yesterday?” “You need quite a lot of beams to build a factory, I would imagine,” drawled Christopher, “Remember when they made the corn syrup plant over in Lenning? Christ, I’d never seen so much steel in my life- Oy, Danny! They’re here!” he bellowed into the kitchen. “What?” bellowed Dan back from the kitchen. “What did you say? They’re here already?” “Yes! Yes! Come look!” cried Arthur. Peter tuned them out, hands thoughtfully rolling the cool bottle between his palms. They were here indeed. Dan came bumbling out of the kitchen with a bottle of whisky, and took the seat at the end of the table, facing towards the window. Arthur and Christopher began to fill them in, reveling in their shared horror of the situation as if the truck itself had somehow besmirched their home. “Beams! More beams! You should have seen them,” cried Christopher. “God, how many beams do you suppose they need?” More headlights flashed at the top of the hill. This one was a pickup truck, again new, again unmarked. White this time. The four of them squinted in unison to attempt to see into the back windows, only to find them tinted away from the light of the bar. They mumbled their discontent. The next one was a van of the same condition, and the next, a semi-trailer. By the time the next flatbed truck came over the pothole- this time with two coils of electrical wiring loaded on the back- the four had started discussing again about what they supposed to be doing. “A glue factory,” said Arthur in disbelief. “In North Access. Nobody’s been to North Access in thirty years, and they suddenly decide to build a glue factory there?” “I’m telling you, they got bought out,” said Christopher, “Some company saw the property and bought it off the government.” “You can’t buy land off the government, Chrissy! It doesn’t work that way.” cried Arthur. “North Access wasn’t even for sale. We would have known if it had been for sale.” “You all are missing the point. A man doesn’t buy out an entire ghost town for one factory. And where do you suppose the workers are gonna live?” “Not in North Access, that’s for sure,” said Christopher. “You suppose they know about the flooding?” “It wasn’t flooding,” interrupted Dan. “They lied to us. It damn well wasn’t flooding at all.” “Dan’s right, Chrissy. It was a fire that took it out, don’t you remember?” said Arthur. Christopher tutted and shook his head. “Pete saw what happened, didn’t you Pete?” And Peter had seen. Peter’s mother had thought there was always something about him. She was one of the believers of the veil children born with special powers, believed him to be sensitive in a way she was not. In reality, Peter had been more than just sensitive- but he had not known that until several years after his mother had died, when the teenager with the gun had come to the entrance of Leopold’s brightly-colored preschool and thrown in the door. But that was another story. And Cornwall had happened after that. Peter had left work in the late July of 1989 with a feeling not unlike the feeling he had had not twenty minutes before the figure with the gun came, and when he arrived at home he had wandered at first, wandered like a dog disturbed by a storm. There was no definitive emotion behind it- should he hide? He wasn’t afraid, per say. Antsy. Waiting for a message? And then, suddenly- Peter had been pulled. It was exciting. Peter had never been religious, but the sensation was akin to seeing another on an empty tundra where one has lived alone all one’s life. It was like seeing a gleaming city, or sensing it was close. He remembered the wise men his mother had insisted he learn about, the stories he never believed. He remembered the star. Something is happening, thought Peter. And so he’d driven in the direction of North Access and the warmth had grown. And he’d driven closer to it and the warmth felt hot. And he’d gotten a mile away and the heat was scalding, and he pulled off the road and stumbled out in a white terror to find a sight he could not convey to others. What was reality in this instance, in the space ahead of him, at the beginning of the trees? Drops of oil spitting from a hot pan on a stove- was this what he was witnessing, if not from half a mile away? How could he explain that a space in the world was boiling when only his third eye could see the tumultuous damage of an overflowing tide, a sinkhole which had been there for millennia caving inwards towards a molten river of rock and bone before him as the superficial fabric of trees and grass stayed intact like a mocking mirage- “I didn’t see anything,” says Peter. Another truck passes the bar, and Peter ends his statement with a sip of his drink. They were building. He wasn’t sure who they were, or what they were doing, or if they could see or even perceive the desolate smoldering crater in reality that had been left behind where North Access, Cornwall used to stand. But Peter was watching. And he was afraid. If you had told Robert Scranton forty years ago that his father was right in his assumptions about how to stabilize reality, and that he’d been on the right track to building a device that could do it successfully at will, he probably wouldn’t have believed you. His father- Arnold Scranton- had raised him up to take his own role at the Foundation when he died, and as Arnie had gotten older and more senile Robert had more and more doubts about exactly what the hell he was planning to do. Old obscure texts tended to be unreliable- and old obscure texts in strange old languages bought off a MC&D auction house tended to be very unreliable. The only way his dad had been able to read it at all was because he’d gotten an old witch with some grasp of the old magics to translate it. Of course, that had all been before Robert had been born. If he’d had a say in exactly what primary sources his father was pulling his engineering tips from, he would have pointed towards something a little more well established. Maybe just asked him to pull out of the industry all together. In fact, the auto industry had been Rob’s personal backup plan in the case that his dad really had been crazy; he, for one, hadn’t gotten an engineering degree to fumble around with old ritual magic. Not that anyone outside Rob’s personal group of engineers needed to know about that portion of the project. But now, here he was. And it was 2016, and O5 had decided to build a factory. A factory. Now that had been a surprise for Robert Scranton, but after several decades of the Foundation becoming more and more reliant on Scranton Reality Anchors for everything from containment to task force operations, the world suddenly had a need. It wouldn’t be a large factory- just enough space to devote completely to building them, a specific workshop for Robert and his exactly 24 containment engineer staffers. The spot O5 had picked would need a few anchors all of its own, but it was already inert area on a containment site- a little out of the way, positioned over an old horse barn they’d demolished. They had a cover story and everything. It was glorious. The only thing keeping them from a completely smooth transition from a lab in Site-88 to a full devoted operation in Cornwall was the issue of supply- what they would need for the rituals. And Robert had made it very clear to O5 exactly what he was talking about when he said supply. They had assured him that where there was demand, there would be supply; they had said that the world had followed the Foundation’s lead in developing reality anchors, and had provided him with a hefty account to pay for what they needed. Robert wasn’t sure exactly what they were hoping he and his team would do with the money- were they hoping that they would do the whole thing, source their own supply? Because that was certainly not Robert’s business at all. Up until now, they’d just used old supply from the 80s, but that was running out fast. But that was all fine. They would figure it out, he was sure. Everything was going very smoothly for him- and he was about to ride it as far as it would go, at least until the factory was completed. April 4th, 2016. 1000 hours. Undisclosed Facility in Newcastle, England. Here is D.C. al Fine before them as they sit in the archives, surrounded by old wooden bookshelves extending to the skylight above. The skylight is rigged with laser beams, Coda knows. If you looked closely at the shadows being cast across the carpeted floor to the criss cross of files bound in human flesh and charred records from GOC agents long past, one could even see their thin ghosts inching across the room. It really does break the ruse, Coda thinks; makes you remember that just outside the door was a maze of steel hallways, control rooms, and far enough below them a hospital of injured and dying agents. A Foundation operative in this room would be able to tell the entire scheme in half a second just by looking at the iron bolts half-hidden at the northern baseboards. A normal person would be heavily distracted by the constant buzz of radio chatter from around the world blaring in their ear at all times, but Coda has been doing this job for so long it barely phases them. Sitting in the room, the two bathed in light, their respective jobs are easily revealed; D.C. in a brown tailored suit stirring sugar into his tea, and Coda in a gender ambiguous sweater and jeans, pale and haggard, raising the microphone on their headset away from their mouth in order to drink their own. Close, but not too close; two machines miraculously running in perfect parallel. Violin bows suspended in a symphony. Faint laser beam shadows in a dusty room. D.C. is troubled, and Coda is unable to pin down exactly what it is that’s bothering him. Coda notes the little signs on his face that show he’s lost rest recently with the vague interest of an old dog watching its master. They take their tea black and bitter from a steel pot to the left of the table, taking a sip while listening to an agent in France getting blown off their motorcycle by a miraculously materializing pipe bomb. The resulting cacophony is audible from Coda’s headset to where D.C. is sitting. He tries not to take notice to it, but can’t help but wince at the distressed intonations that follow- the words are muddled and in a variety of languages, but having been an agent in the field himself for many years he knows exactly what they’re saying and dreads the sound. Coda pauses picking at a stray thread on their sweater sleeve to turn down the volume once they see his mild reaction. It was a somewhat friendly gesture, but D.C. can’t help but imagine the agent laying dazed and dying in the middle of a French freeway, oblivious that there were two people aware of their plight calmly having tea several thousand miles away. Coda clears their throat. “Paris has it,” they say, as though it could keep the agent from getting hit and killed by a minivan in the impending few minutes. D.C. nods. He can hear the faint monotonous rattle of the Paris dispatcher cutting through the chaos whispering out of Coda’s headset. A hopeful part of him imagines that there’s something that can be done, but he knows the agent’s chances of survival dwindle with the number of highway lanes. “What a world we live in,” he remarks, “what a world, Coda.” It’s Coda’s turn to nod. They sigh, shift slightly in the old mahogany chair. “Indeed,” they respond, just to humor him. There are birds making a nest on the side of the skylight. D.C. tries to focus on the two featherless robins to take his attention from the ensuing chaos of Coda’s everyday existence. Coda looks at them too, and wonders if the security beams would get them before they could fly away. They were getting bored, but knew better than to rush D.C.’s commentary when he called these meetings; sometimes, D.C. wouldn’t get around to talking about anything at all, and they would just sit in silence listening to the clock on the mantle ticking their lunch breaks away. Coda always thought those were especially boring, and tended to turn their attention to the endless dilemmas in their earpiece more for entertainment than for anything else. D.C. puts his tea down on the saucer. “I’m going to run an idea past you,” he says, “and I need you to hear me out all the way before you tell me ‘no’.” Coda raises an eyebrow. While D.C. had been watching the laser beam birds the Paris team had been trying to drag the agent off the road at the height of rush hour traffic, but the new proposition was intriguing enough to pull the younger officer’s attention back to the events of the dusty library. D.C. takes a breath. “I was thinking about relaunching the Ichabod campaign,” he says. “Hm. No,” says Coda, going for another sip of tea. “If it’s the Cornwall Incident you’re worried about-,” “Incident,” they test the word in an academic half-sneer, probing. “You know, that’s always irritated me, the word incident. 1,200 people boiled alive isn’t an incident. 1,200 people boiled alive is a massacre. They say that being burned to death is the most painful thing the human body can endure, but I’ve looked and there’s no statistics on boiling in the modern era. It’s like nobody even thinks that you could do that to a person, forget over a thousand people. All the records on boiling someone to death come from the Middle Ages. The kind of thing you’d do to a prisoner, for humiliation.” “Let me finish, Coda,” he says with striking regularity in his tone, but Coda sets the cup back down on the oak table and continues, thoughtfully- “You know, the sound of people boiling-” they pause, considering, “-you know, drowning is a relatively quiet thing to have happen. People who are drowning don’t usually use the precious time they have when they come up from under the water to scream, so lifeguards generally learn to spot the body language instead of relying on auditory cues. Now the sound of people burning is very different. Obviously, when you’re burning at the stake, you’re going to be awfully vocal about it-” “-Coda-” “Do you want a second Cornwall?” says Coda evenly, without a hint of irritation in their tone. “Because if you want a second Cornwall, then by all means. I’ll put the Foundation clean-up crews on speed dial.” Coda does not register that they have crossed a line at first, but it dawns on them as the room seems to tighten, bringing the laser beams and their cutting shadows ever so closer to the point where they feel themselves writhing under Fine’s gaze. He puts his tea down and for a moment. There is dust and particulate in the air. They wonder where it came from. It was a facade, all of this- the GOC was neither old nor wise, had no libraries or archives to hold dust of any kind in sunbeams, nor dust, nor ash, nor steam- “If you do your job right,” D.C. al Fine says, “there won’t be a second Cornwall.” The agent in France dies in Coda’s headset. What a world it is, indeed. May 23rd, 1989 “Tell me the truth,” she says. They have been at this for an hour and a half and Francis Wojciechoski is writhing on the bathroom floor in front of her, sobbing. He isn’t sure how he got to this point and he isn’t sure if he’ll live past it. It is one of many nights like this but tonight she asks him, for the millionth time- “Tell me the truth!” She’s blocking the door. He’s afraid of what she’ll do but he’s so tired, so fucking tired and he’s bleeding again, that’s how all this started was that he’d woken up bleeding again- “I don’t know the truth, Lilly!” Francis screams and his voice cracks. She is the monster with teeth again. She is the antler predator, and he is afraid. The truth he had given had been the wrong truth, and in another life when he lays safe and sound in a bed in a Siberian training camp hundreds of thousands of miles away from North Access he will wonder if she pretended not to know because she was horrified of what she had done to him. Had she done it because she knew what was happening to her- that it was her, not him, who had been in a slow and painful decline into class 4, to maintain that denial? Had she done it to terrorize him? Had she wanted to hurt him at all, or was she doing it to herself? Was he a byproduct of her implosion? Why did she deny it…and why did she do it to him at all? There is terror in her eyes. He wishes that it was self-awareness. He isn’t sure of that now. “You’re a liar,” she hisses. “I don’t know what you want me to say!” Francis erupts, because he’s never been more frustrated and scared before in his life and he never will be again. He screeches with his last shred of dignity and his last shred of self-worth, his last sense of being as the person he is and has been- “I AM NOT A LIAR! I HAVE NEVER LIED TO YOU, YOU CAN’T JUST MAKE SHIT UP ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED!” And then he sobs. And the bathroom is quiet. And Lilly is quiet. And then she says quietly, like he hears it in his dreams and in his nightmares, whispered around dark corners of his home, fleeting in the shadows, a dark doubt that lurks in his subconscious and haunts him in its most potent form, now and forever: (sure as the water rises in the tide; sure as turbulence on an airplane leaving tucson, arizona in 1995) “Tell me the truth-” Inhale, exhale. Easy does it. Alto Clef, lightheaded and breathing heavily from the nightmare, rests his head between his knees to avoid passing out as the raw horror begins to leave his body. It takes a few minutes, but he comes back around a little, although his chest still hurts from the panic. He was getting too damn old for this shit. Maybe the next one would kill him off, he thinks bitterly. It was just plain stupid at this point- he was 30 years out from that now. He told himself he was over it; he had a new name, a new job, and most importantly nobody knew. Or at least, if anybody did know, nobody had come up and asked him about it, which had always been his worst fear in that regard. He was safe. And when he was awake, he knew that he was safe. This was a Foundation training camp in Siberia, and he lived in the building in the heart of it; if anyone came in unannounced they would know in an instant. The main site was less than a mile away. They had enough artillery between the two areas to bring the whole damn place down if they needed to, and as for emotional damage, the fear of being abused like that again- well, he never let anyone get close enough to try. So things were good. No, they were great, actually. Alto thought they really couldn’t be better. Sure, the PTSD was exhausting, and the Foundation beating a dead horse by giving him annual tests and interviews; he could do without both of those. But Cornwall? That was a long time ago now. Yes, thinks Alto Clef as he presses ‘play’ on Animal House, placed presently on his laptop for these exact nights where things were his subconscious wasn’t getting the memo; Cornwall couldn’t be farther behind him. And he was safe. And things were good. On the northern edge of an aquatic containment chamber somewhere in the Pacific Ocean, 2005 Foundation registered reality anchor #4,345 wasn’t sure quite when it woke up. It was hard for it to tell the time. Nearly impossible, actually. It could tell that it was floating in a line next to a few other reality anchors- it could feel them, hovering slightly in the distance just out of reach. #4,345 wondered if they were awake, too, and if they were awake if they remembered anything about how they got here and what they were doing aside from keeping everything stable. How long had it been there, anyway? What had it been before now- in the dark primordial ooze of reality it could feel rushing past its third eye? As time passed, #4,345 began to remember a few things about what it used to be. It hadn’t always been here, floating gently between the water roughly 5 meters off the ocean floor and the fourth dimensional Hume space that encompassed it. Sometimes #4,345 even felt as if it had once been part of something much bigger than the space that it knew. It didn’t have the ability to think very much, and only considered these questions once or twice a month before getting tired and going back to drifting on its chain as it always did- but after a few years it had been able to push and pull free a single memory. It remembered a house. @ @ @ @ @ @ Footnotes 1. TAKING THIS WARNING SERIOUSLY IS ADVISED. THANK YOU AND HAVE A NICE DAY. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4231" by thefriendlyvandal, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4231. 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: 4231-3.png Author: far2 License: CC BY-SA 3.0
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Item #: SCP-4232 Special Containment Procedures: Foundation webcrawler I/O GILDED GADUS has been created to analyze images and documents of crustacean anart and determine if pieces are the result of SCP-4232. Foundation agents stationed within Nanaimo are tasked with preventing the spread of SCP-4232 via disinformation, covert destruction of artwork, and amnestics if necessary. Description: SCP-4232 is a process by which artistic inspiration is generated. The steps of this process do not adhere to a set order, and are as follows: Consumption of crustacean seafood Documentation of daily events and thoughts (typically by way of journaling) Documentation of dreams Depicting crustacean life forms through any artistic medium Daily commitment to these steps acts as a general catalyst for human imagination, inspiring various ideas at random points throughout the day. These ideas are almost always useful to the subject's immediate circumstances, and when shared or put into practice, are regarded highly by the subject's peers. SCP-4232 was discovered by a collective of anartists in Nanaimo, British Columbia, who had been using SCP-4232 to aid in various artistic endeavors. An artistic movement soon formed from the specific motifs exhibited by SCP-4232 products, which quickly spread throughout several anartist circles in the area. This movement was notable for the high volume of work being produced in small amounts of time, as well as the works' unexpected popularity. Summations of these works have been logged below, along with the artists' captions. Name: Are You Smarter Than A Lobster? Content: A lukewarm wading pool. While knee-deep in the water, observers are unable to perceive changes in temperature. After an observer enters the pool, the water gradually increases in temperature until it reaches 100 °C, at which point it immediately returns to room temperature. Caption: A lobster will stay in water as it increases in temperature, even when it starts boiling. Scientists say that this is because lobsters aren't very smart, but after all, ignorance is bliss. Take a dive, and take your chances; the lobsters of the world can’t all be wrong. Name: Shrimp Tank Content: A miniature armoured vehicle. It is enclosed within a glass cage, and empty shell casings litter the ground. The tank does not appear to move with any sense of direction, frequently bumping into the cage's walls and firing in random directions. Inside of the vehicle is a shrimp. Caption: Sometimes you don't know where to go. Sometimes you run into unexpected roadblocks. Sometimes you carelessly harm the things around you. This little guy has been there and done that; maybe you can learn from his experience. Name: Finnegan’s Wake Content: A large pipe organ composed of crabmeat. Chitin lines each key and ganglia line the rest of the construct. Despite its nonfunctional construction, the instrument plays and sounds as a regular pipe organ. When any key is depressed, the ganglia around the pipes vibrate intensely, correlating with presumed neural activity. Caption: This one’s for a friend. Wherever you went, I hope you can hear me. Name: Telomerase Content: A 3.5 meter tall lobster with cables extending from their antennae, attached to a generator. When switched on, the generator activates, providing energy to the lobster which it uses to moult, growing in size. Caption: Telomeres, as you may know, are the sequences at the end of chromosomes that get shorter every time a cell divides. This is a key component of the aging process. However, lobsters have a funny little quirk in their biology; an enzyme that repairs these telomeres. What all this science bullshit means is that as lobsters age, their chance of dying doesn't get any higher. Theoretically, lobsters could live for thousands of years. Of course, this isn't actually viable; for one thing, moulting would mean they'd get bigger and bigger over time, and then the energy required to moult would kill them. That's no matter, though; life finds a way, and an organism could definitely evolve a more efficient energy system than that of a lobster. The real problem with the infinite lobster is that no matter how big you get, there's always something bigger, and they'll always be ready to devour you whole. Addendum: SCP-4232 Analysis During research into the history of crustacean-based artwork, it was revealed that prior to the popularity of SCP-4232, the anartist collective responsible for its discovery was originally a small group of 14 adolescents and young adults in Nanaimo. The group's expansion only occurred after the disappearance of a then 17 year-old woman named Carol Finnegan, and the group's subsequent discovery of SCP-4232. An investigation was soon launched into Finnegan's disappearance. This investigation began with a series of interviews with the anartists who had known Finnegan prior to her disappearance. The last of these interviews is logged below. INTERVIEW LOG DATE: 06/18/2019 INTERVIEWER: Dr. Maxwell INTERVIEWEE: Philip Diaz (former member of aforementioned anartist collective) [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Maxwell: Hello, Diaz. I'm here to ask you a few questions. Diaz: Sure, man. Dr. Maxwell: About a woman named Carol Finnegan, specifically. Diaz: … oh. Hm. Dr. Maxwell: Is something wrong? Diaz: Nah, just… didn't expect anyone to be asking about her. Especially not nowadays. Dr. Maxwell: Why would that be? Diaz: She disappeared, I think 5 years ago? Somewhere around there. Even before then she wasn't exactly, uh, popular. I mean, we were the only people she ever talked to. Dr. Maxwell: No other friends? Family? Diaz: The only people, man. Dr. Maxwell: Do you have any reason for why she might have disappeared? Diaz: All I can give you is my cut of the story. Dr. Maxwell: That would be appreciated, thank you. Diaz: No problem. Before anything major happened we were just a group of friends, kind of like an after-school club. Some of us were out of school at the time, but it had the same feel to it. Dr. Maxwell: Were there any notable figures? Diaz: In terms of "notable" there was Ashley. Led the whole thing. She scheduled all of our little events that we'd get up to. Everyone else there was pretty much your average fledgling anartist. Dr. Maxwell: And I'll assume Carol was in this group. Diaz: Yeah. It was chill for the most part. Drawing, writing, sculpting, whatever we were doing we were doing. After some time, though, things got tense. Dr. Maxwell: How so? Diaz: Well, if you want me to be honest… Carol was pretty terrible at art. She was great to be around, but every time she submitted something we just kinda had to choke down our criticisms. She could tell, too. It started getting awkward after a while. Dr. Maxwell: Right. Did this lead to anything? Diaz: Okay, something to know about Ashley was that she was mainly a painter, right? Painted these huge, sprawling pieces. It was wild stuff, I mean she was by far the most experienced out of all of us. And her main thing was the sea. Underwater landscapes, packed with life and all sorts of geological features. Dr. Maxwell: Hmm. Would this underwater art happen to be tied to crustacean motifs? Diaz: That's where Carol comes in. It would have been… three? Maybe four months in, Carol tried something new. She'd bring in these little drawings. Lobsters, mainly, but as you said it was all about "crustacean motifs." Practice makes perfect, and Ashley's work gave Carol a clear direction. At least, that's what I assume she was thinking. Dr. Maxwell: So, did this improve her situation? Diaz: God, no. Every time she came, it would get worse. She'd bring something in, look at everyone else's art, excuse herself for a couple of minutes and come back even worse, day in and day out. I told her, you know. I told her to just pack up and leave for a while, at least a month. But she was so determined. She wanted the group's approval more than anything. As if we were important. We were just a bunch of kids, and she was getting angrier and angrier and worse and worse and looking back now I don't know why we let her do this to herself. And now, I don't know who the fuck thought this would be funny, but now there are lobsters and shrimp and crabs everywhere I look. They're in my god damn head. The fucking gall… Dr. Maxwell: Diaz? Diaz: Sorry. That was off-topic. Dr. Maxwell: If you wish to end the inter- Diaz: No. I'm fine, I was just rambling. (Diaz pauses.) Dr. Maxwell: Was that when she disappeared? Diaz: Yep. I can only hope she didn't do something stupid. Dr. Maxwell: I see. Thank you for your time. Diaz: No problem, man. It's been a while since I've talked about it. Thanks for that. [END LOG] After the interview, Diaz disclosed the former meeting grounds of the group, a high school which many of the group members attended. The school had been closed in 2018 for health concerns. A single art installation was found in the parking lot. Name: Imitation Crabmeat Content: A human-shaped, 68kg mass of hardened crab ganglia, partially immersed in a grey-brown fluid. Approximately every nine hours, a small stylized image of a crustacean appears in the air above the mass, before demainifesting three to five seconds later. Caption: I'm out of ideas. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4232" by magna2s, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4232. 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-4233: The Dreadnought Author: CadaverCommander Image Credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/diving-suit-old-historic-helmet-405730/ combined with https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Scaphandre_Carmagnolle_MnM_Paris.jpg photomanipulation expertly performed by The Great Hippo More by this author Item#: 4233 Level3 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: caution link to memo SCP-4233, circa 2007. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4233's anomalous physical properties all but preclude the possibility of primary containment, and as such secondary containment measures are considered adequate until a feasible method of physical containment is devised. All appearances of SCP-4233 are to be accounted for with a suitable cover story in conjunction with media blackout, and any civilians having witnessed an overt display of SCP-4233's anomalous effects are to be amnesticized at MTF discretion. Foundation listening network PANOPTICON is reminded to alert Foundation executive command of the credible appearance of any and all leviathans, and NTF Sigma-58 “Bottomfeeders” stands ordered to track SCP-4233's trajectory and establish radio contact as often as possible to aid in the discovery of any such sea-going bioforms. Description: SCP-4233 is an amphibious humanoid entity of unknown origin and composition that exhibits potent anomalous properties and operates under an unclear agenda. SCP-4233 physically resembles a human in a late-19th century diving suit, with a rigid copper helmet with glass viewing window and weighted boots. However, SCP-4233's body plan is disproportionate, and larger overall than that of a baseline human. The entity stands at approximately 2.5 meters when fully upright, with an exaggerated torso supporting thick, oversized arms, resulting in a somewhat simian appearance. Each time it has appeared, SCP-4233 has carried a large stockless anchor, approximately 1.8 meters in length and weighing an estimated 550 kilograms. This anchor is thoroughly corroded and encrusted with barnacles and other sessile sea life, consistent with roughly 75 years of continuous exposure to a marine environment. It bears this item on its right shoulder, and to date has not been observed to use this object for any discernible purpose. SCP-4233's primary anomalous properties lie in its physical and mechanical attributes. Its suit is opaque to all known forms of penetrative electromagnetic imaging and has thus far proven to be entirely impervious to damage. The extent of its durability and physical strength have proven difficult to quantify; across its many appearances since its first in 1953, SCP-4233 has accepted direct strikes from high-explosive anti-tank munitions, surface-to-surface missile systems, and a full broadside shore bombardment from an Iowa-class battleship without suffering any noticeable damage or impaired movement. It has disregarded any and all attempts at physical containment, typically by walking directly through any barricades or impediments placed in its path and ignoring the efforts of intercepting strike teams attempting to prevent or slow its advance. The entity's appearances are erratic and follow no observable pattern1, but its behavior is consistent and predictable. SCP-4233 emergence events begin with the entity walking out of the sea and onto a beach or stretch of coastline, chosen apparently at random and with no regard for any civilian presence. SCP-4233 has to date arrived on the coasts of California, Virginia, Scotland, Nova Scotia, Greenland, Thailand, Australia, Chile, Japan, Namibia, Oman, and the Kamchatka Peninsula, among others. Once on land, SCP-4233 will continue walking at a gradual pace (slightly less than 5 kilometers per hour) in a straight line, only altering its trajectory to avoid injuring civilians, animals, and large plants such as trees. It has not been seen to stop or change pace at any point, and will often simply walk through (and subsequently destroy) objects in its way, such as fallen logs, unattended vehicles, boulders, and abandoned buildings. It will continue on its set path and walk forward until it reaches the ocean, occasionally crossing entire continents over a period of months in order to do so. Upon reaching the coast, it will stop, set down its anchor, clap its hands together once, replace its anchor, then continue, walking into the sea until it disappears from view. To date, SCP-4233's path has not crossed any major population centers. It has traveled within 5 kilometers of small villages or towns2 on only three occasions, in 1964, 1972, and 1998, but did not enter the towns' limits, nor did it interact with any investigating civilians or law enforcement personnel in any way. It is currently unclear whether this is due to coincidence or deliberate planning on SCP-4233's part. It is uncertain whether SCP-4233 is sapient, and its motivations, if it possesses any, are presently unknown. (See subsequent addendum) Addendum 4233-01: On December 1st, 2017, as SCP-4233 approached the eastern coast of Baffin Island, operatives from Naval Task Force Sigma-58 “Bottomfeeders” tracking SCP-4233 began to receive a low-fidelity radio transmission of a deep, male voice humming the tune of the traditional sea shanty “What Shall We Do with a Drunken Sailor?”. Triangulation quickly confirmed that SCP-4233 was the source of this transmission. This was the first known instance of SCP-4233 producing electromagnetic signals of any kind, and NTF Sigma-58 were able to subsequently isolate SCP-4233's transmission frequency in an authorized attempt to establish contact with the entity. Resultant communication transcript follows below. Date: 1 December, 2017 Location: Approximately 1 kilometer from eastern shoreline of Baffin Island, Canada. Interview conducted from NTF Sigma-58 pursuit and reconnaissance truck at a distance of 3 kilometers from SCP-4233. (SCP-4233's broadcast signal is isolated with stability, and the entity's humming is clearly heard, although the signal is relatively low-quality and tinny. NTF Sigma-58 operative Sergeant Kendra Hill initiates verbal contact upon receiving clearance from Sigma-58 tactical command.) Sgt. Hill: Testing, one-two. This is Sergeant Kendra Hill of Foundation Task Force Sigma-58, hailing undesignated entity transmitting on this frequency. Is this channel receiving? (The humming stops. There is a moment of silence interspersed with slight static, which clears. SCP-4233 responds in English.) SCP-4233: Mmmm. New friends in the air today. I receive you, Miss Hill, as I receive your superiors. It is a good day for a swim, I think. (SCP-4233's speech is interspersed throughout with the sound of bubbling liquid.) Sgt. Hill: Who are you? (Laughter.) SCP-4233: Inquisitive. But that answer is long, and you've caught me with little time to spare. Words and boxes are your great loves, and all love should be respected. But words wash away from me, and I am my own box. Such as it can be, in time and tide. Sgt. Hill: What are you? SCP-4233: Peace and weight, part and parcel. I am my own slow way, in water and iron. I am the crashing wave. I am the calm of the deep, and the great pressure upon the bones of evil. No danger to you. Unless you think to threaten your own providence alike, haha. (The following question from Sgt. Hill is in deviation from the standardized list of questions provided to personnel in the event of an encounter with an anomalous sentient entity.) Sgt. Hill: Where are you going? SCP-4233: To walk along the bottom, and look up through the waves. I find that my vision is best through all the salt. But the wind and the grass have their own charms. When most of your life is darkness and mud, a flower is a genuine treasure. The depths have no eye for art. Kelp is not as interesting as it may seem. (Sgt. Hill is admonished for deviating from standardized conduct protocol, but permitted to continue her line of questioning.) Sgt. Hill: Is there something you're looking for? SCP-4233: There is. My brother. His signal is hard to find, so I must wander for a good spot, so he can hear me. Sgt. Hill: Who is your brother? SCP-4233: You have written of him in your lightning books. He appears in a suit like mine, though his is white, and made for the void, not the water. My elder brother, the champion of the Moon. He is very swift in the sky, and very strong, and often very silly. But he has been very, very silly lately. I wish to speak with him. He does not know I am calling him, I think. He has a hard time paying attention to things. Sgt. Hill: Why is it so important that you speak with him? SCP-4233: I wish to know if his stories are true, or if he is playing another of his games. If true, I wish to help him. If not, I will ask him for his help instead. Sgt. Hill: What do you need help with? SCP-4233: All life came from the sea, Miss Hill. Other things came from it too, and I must keep them from leaving. It would be very terrible if they did. I fight well at the bottom. My steel sings heavy death upon these creatures. But times change. They change very quickly, and though I am strong, I am slow. My brother moves with the speed of a thunderbolt, and strikes like the justice he so loves. He would be a great help. And sometimes his jokes are funny. Funnier than mine, at the least. Sgt. Hill: … Is there any way we can help? You don't have to do all of this alone. We're strong in our own way, you know. (Laughter) SCP-4233: Your spirit is as strong as your great ancestors'. But though you may wish to stop me, this is where my destiny flows. I will fight on, and win the war in the depths. My great weight will crush the foe. The waters will be still at last, and all peoples above will breathe easy, as I cannot. For now, I descend alone. (SCP-4233 has reached the shoreline. Sigma-58 cameras observe the entity stop and place its anchor into the shallow water at its side.) Sgt. Hill: I don't understand. Is going alone really necessary? Do you have to? You could just give us the information. SCP-4233: We all must flow through our ways, and bear our own burdens. You are yours, I am mine. Lay your noble guns to rest, and quiet your battle songs. Turn from the shore and stand in the warmth of the great sun. You will be safe. Though they mass in churning droves, no foul leviathan shall draw breath beneath the weight of my mighty anchor. For I am… (SCP-4233 claps its hands together, producing a ringing sound measured at 122 decibels. A massive wave of seawater causes sea levels within 5 kilometers of SCP-4233 to rise by approximately 1.2 meters. The origin point of this wave is unknown.) SCP-4233: … Sea Champion. Sgt. Hill: Wait wait, what exactly- (SCP-4233 advances into the water, and radio contact is lost.) Footnotes 1. The shortest recorded time between emergence events being approximately 45 days, the longest 7 years and 4 months. 2. With populations of 1500 or less. 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close Info X SCP-4233: The Dreadnought Author: CadaverCommander Image Credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/diving-suit-old-historic-helmet-405730/ combined with https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Scaphandre_Carmagnolle_MnM_Paris.jpg photomanipulation expertly performed by The Great Hippo More by this author Item#: 4233 Level3 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: caution link to memo SCP-4233, circa 2007. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4233's anomalous physical properties all but preclude the possibility of primary containment, and as such secondary containment measures are considered adequate until a feasible method of physical containment is devised. All appearances of SCP-4233 are to be accounted for with a suitable cover story in conjunction with media blackout, and any civilians having witnessed an overt display of SCP-4233's anomalous effects are to be amnesticized at MTF discretion. Foundation listening network PANOPTICON is reminded to alert Foundation executive command of the credible appearance of any and all leviathans, and NTF Sigma-58 “Bottomfeeders” stands ordered to track SCP-4233's trajectory and establish radio contact as often as possible to aid in the discovery of any such sea-going bioforms. Description: SCP-4233 is an amphibious humanoid entity of unknown origin and composition that exhibits potent anomalous properties and operates under an unclear agenda. SCP-4233 physically resembles a human in a late-19th century diving suit, with a rigid copper helmet with glass viewing window and weighted boots. However, SCP-4233's body plan is disproportionate, and larger overall than that of a baseline human. The entity stands at approximately 2.5 meters when fully upright, with an exaggerated torso supporting thick, oversized arms, resulting in a somewhat simian appearance. Each time it has appeared, SCP-4233 has carried a large stockless anchor, approximately 1.8 meters in length and weighing an estimated 550 kilograms. This anchor is thoroughly corroded and encrusted with barnacles and other sessile sea life, consistent with roughly 75 years of continuous exposure to a marine environment. It bears this item on its right shoulder, and to date has not been observed to use this object for any discernible purpose. SCP-4233's primary anomalous properties lie in its physical and mechanical attributes. Its suit is opaque to all known forms of penetrative electromagnetic imaging and has thus far proven to be entirely impervious to damage. The extent of its durability and physical strength have proven difficult to quantify; across its many appearances since its first in 1953, SCP-4233 has accepted direct strikes from high-explosive anti-tank munitions, surface-to-surface missile systems, and a full broadside shore bombardment from an Iowa-class battleship without suffering any noticeable damage or impaired movement. It has disregarded any and all attempts at physical containment, typically by walking directly through any barricades or impediments placed in its path and ignoring the efforts of intercepting strike teams attempting to prevent or slow its advance. The entity's appearances are erratic and follow no observable pattern1, but its behavior is consistent and predictable. SCP-4233 emergence events begin with the entity walking out of the sea and onto a beach or stretch of coastline, chosen apparently at random and with no regard for any civilian presence. SCP-4233 has to date arrived on the coasts of California, Virginia, Scotland, Nova Scotia, Greenland, Thailand, Australia, Chile, Japan, Namibia, Oman, and the Kamchatka Peninsula, among others. Once on land, SCP-4233 will continue walking at a gradual pace (slightly less than 5 kilometers per hour) in a straight line, only altering its trajectory to avoid injuring civilians, animals, and large plants such as trees. It has not been seen to stop or change pace at any point, and will often simply walk through (and subsequently destroy) objects in its way, such as fallen logs, unattended vehicles, boulders, and abandoned buildings. It will continue on its set path and walk forward until it reaches the ocean, occasionally crossing entire continents over a period of months in order to do so. Upon reaching the coast, it will stop, set down its anchor, clap its hands together once, replace its anchor, then continue, walking into the sea until it disappears from view. To date, SCP-4233's path has not crossed any major population centers. It has traveled within 5 kilometers of small villages or towns2 on only three occasions, in 1964, 1972, and 1998, but did not enter the towns' limits, nor did it interact with any investigating civilians or law enforcement personnel in any way. It is currently unclear whether this is due to coincidence or deliberate planning on SCP-4233's part. It is uncertain whether SCP-4233 is sapient, and its motivations, if it possesses any, are presently unknown. (See subsequent addendum) Addendum 4233-01: On December 1st, 2017, as SCP-4233 approached the eastern coast of Baffin Island, operatives from Naval Task Force Sigma-58 “Bottomfeeders” tracking SCP-4233 began to receive a low-fidelity radio transmission of a deep, male voice humming the tune of the traditional sea shanty “What Shall We Do with a Drunken Sailor?”. Triangulation quickly confirmed that SCP-4233 was the source of this transmission. This was the first known instance of SCP-4233 producing electromagnetic signals of any kind, and NTF Sigma-58 were able to subsequently isolate SCP-4233's transmission frequency in an authorized attempt to establish contact with the entity. Resultant communication transcript follows below. Date: 1 December, 2017 Location: Approximately 1 kilometer from eastern shoreline of Baffin Island, Canada. Interview conducted from NTF Sigma-58 pursuit and reconnaissance truck at a distance of 3 kilometers from SCP-4233. (SCP-4233's broadcast signal is isolated with stability, and the entity's humming is clearly heard, although the signal is relatively low-quality and tinny. NTF Sigma-58 operative Sergeant Kendra Hill initiates verbal contact upon receiving clearance from Sigma-58 tactical command.) Sgt. Hill: Testing, one-two. This is Sergeant Kendra Hill of Foundation Task Force Sigma-58, hailing undesignated entity transmitting on this frequency. Is this channel receiving? (The humming stops. There is a moment of silence interspersed with slight static, which clears. SCP-4233 responds in English.) SCP-4233: Mmmm. New friends in the air today. I receive you, Miss Hill, as I receive your superiors. It is a good day for a swim, I think. (SCP-4233's speech is interspersed throughout with the sound of bubbling liquid.) Sgt. Hill: Who are you? (Laughter.) SCP-4233: Inquisitive. But that answer is long, and you've caught me with little time to spare. Words and boxes are your great loves, and all love should be respected. But words wash away from me, and I am my own box. Such as it can be, in time and tide. Sgt. Hill: What are you? SCP-4233: Peace and weight, part and parcel. I am my own slow way, in water and iron. I am the crashing wave. I am the calm of the deep, and the great pressure upon the bones of evil. No danger to you. Unless you think to threaten your own providence alike, haha. (The following question from Sgt. Hill is in deviation from the standardized list of questions provided to personnel in the event of an encounter with an anomalous sentient entity.) Sgt. Hill: Where are you going? SCP-4233: To walk along the bottom, and look up through the waves. I find that my vision is best through all the salt. But the wind and the grass have their own charms. When most of your life is darkness and mud, a flower is a genuine treasure. The depths have no eye for art. Kelp is not as interesting as it may seem. (Sgt. Hill is admonished for deviating from standardized conduct protocol, but permitted to continue her line of questioning.) Sgt. Hill: Is there something you're looking for? SCP-4233: There is. My brother. His signal is hard to find, so I must wander for a good spot, so he can hear me. Sgt. Hill: Who is your brother? SCP-4233: You have written of him in your lightning books. He appears in a suit like mine, though his is white, and made for the void, not the water. My elder brother, the champion of the Moon. He is very swift in the sky, and very strong, and often very silly. But he has been very, very silly lately. I wish to speak with him. He does not know I am calling him, I think. He has a hard time paying attention to things. Sgt. Hill: Why is it so important that you speak with him? SCP-4233: I wish to know if his stories are true, or if he is playing another of his games. If true, I wish to help him. If not, I will ask him for his help instead. Sgt. Hill: What do you need help with? SCP-4233: All life came from the sea, Miss Hill. Other things came from it too, and I must keep them from leaving. It would be very terrible if they did. I fight well at the bottom. My steel sings heavy death upon these creatures. But times change. They change very quickly, and though I am strong, I am slow. My brother moves with the speed of a thunderbolt, and strikes like the justice he so loves. He would be a great help. And sometimes his jokes are funny. Funnier than mine, at the least. Sgt. Hill: … Is there any way we can help? You don't have to do all of this alone. We're strong in our own way, you know. (Laughter) SCP-4233: Your spirit is as strong as your great ancestors'. But though you may wish to stop me, this is where my destiny flows. I will fight on, and win the war in the depths. My great weight will crush the foe. The waters will be still at last, and all peoples above will breathe easy, as I cannot. For now, I descend alone. (SCP-4233 has reached the shoreline. Sigma-58 cameras observe the entity stop and place its anchor into the shallow water at its side.) Sgt. Hill: I don't understand. Is going alone really necessary? Do you have to? You could just give us the information. SCP-4233: We all must flow through our ways, and bear our own burdens. You are yours, I am mine. Lay your noble guns to rest, and quiet your battle songs. Turn from the shore and stand in the warmth of the great sun. You will be safe. Though they mass in churning droves, no foul leviathan shall draw breath beneath the weight of my mighty anchor. For I am… (SCP-4233 claps its hands together, producing a ringing sound measured at 122 decibels. A massive wave of seawater causes sea levels within 5 kilometers of SCP-4233 to rise by approximately 1.2 meters. The origin point of this wave is unknown.) SCP-4233: … Sea Champion. Sgt. Hill: Wait wait, what exactly- (SCP-4233 advances into the water, and radio contact is lost.) Footnotes 1. The shortest recorded time between emergence events being approximately 45 days, the longest 7 years and 4 months. 2. With populations of 1500 or less. 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Item #: SCP-4234 Special Containment Procedures: Hereford and Worcester Animal Rescue has been relocated to a larger headquarters, and L4234 is currently Foundation-owned under the guise of ongoing construction work. The location is to be operated primarily by sterile male staff members, with assistance provided by male D-Class personnel. Six non-neutered domesticated dogs are to be housed at the site at all times to prevent manifestations of SCP-4234-1. In the event that SCP-4234-1 instances do manifest, the affected objects are to be removed (if possible) and placed in Storage Warehouse 4. Under no circumstances are these items to be viewed by personnel outside of testing. A single instance of SCP-4234 is permanently contained in an Incorporeal Entity Vacuum Chamber at Site-33. Testing on this instance is allowed bi-monthly, with permission from Site Director Havier. The instance's physical equivalent has been confirmed non-anomalous, and is currently in the possession of Agent Barrow. SCP-4234 instance № 205. Description: SCP-4234 are ambulatory and intangible manifestations of dogs (Canis familiaris) generated within the former headquarters of Hereford and Worcester Animal Rescue1 (designated Location L4234). SCP-4234 instances are universally identical to a non-neutered male dog present in the building's vicinity, sans testicular organs, and are generated at an average rate of once every 26 days (± 52 hours). Once generated, SCP-4234 will begin to rapidly move towards their physical counterpart. Although they frequently perform a slow running motion during this time, instances have been observed moving at up to 35 km/h, and the position of SCP-4234's legs rarely correlates with ground-speed. Once within one metre of the non-anomalous dog, SCP-4234 will position itself in the dog's precise spatial location and demanifest, removing the animal's testicles in the process. No canine health defects have ever occurred as a result of SCP-4234 manifestation. Should no dogs be present within the vicinity of L4234, several instances of SCP-4234-1 will be generated instead. SCP-4234-1 are vaguely canine in shape, but do not correspond to any living dog — instead, they are visually identifiable only as physical manifestations of the abstract notion of the removal of testicles. SCP-4234-1 are also intangible, but move at a much slower rate than SCP-4234, typically moving by levitating between 0.1 and 3 metres above solid or liquid surfaces. Each SCP-4234-1 will travel sporadically, and after a random amount of time, affix itself permanently to a single entity, be it an object, creature, location, or easily manipulable concept. In cases where the entity possessed testicles, this will simply remove them — however, the vast majority of entities affected by SCP-4234-1 did not originally possess testicles, and now indefinably have fewer than entities not possessing them at all. Currently, such entities include L4234, 94 non-human animals of various species, 15 motor vehicles, the documentation for SCP-8854, ocular toxoplasmosis within Hereford County Hospital, 96 items of furniture, 144 plants of various species, 34 human females, a single cloud, and 3 Abstract-Metaphysical Containment Constructs (affected during testing). Long-term sensory exposure to these objects has been found to have a profoundly detrimental effect on the human brain, resulting in existential crises, disillusionment and depression, visual agnosia, hallucinations, and in extreme cases, complete anterograde amnesia regarding all memories not related to testicles. A proposal made by Dr. Wether to graft testicular organs onto SCP-4234-1-affected entities, potentially neutralising the conceptual abnormality, is currently under consideration. Footnotes 1. A charitable organisation dedicated to the collection and re-housing of stray and mistreated dogs.
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SCP-4235 in contaiment. Item #: SCP-4235 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4235 is stored in a granite-coated container at Site-34 outdoor facilities. The vase holding the object is to be watered and checked for structural damage weekly. Any signs of structural disrepair are to be reported to the appropriate personnel immediately. Personnel are not to remain within 10 meters of SCP-4235 for more than 30 minutes weekly. Description: SCP-4235 is a specimen of Rosa chinensis variety semperflorens, double floral type. Unlike other specimens of that variety, the object shows the inability to wither, decompose or deteriorate. Histological and genetic tests performed to the object have not revealed any notoriously different characteristics from other specimens of that species. SCP-4235 induces a state of entropic deterioration in organisms and objects within a 10 meter radius of itself. The rate at which subjects deteriorate is directly correlated to the rate of withering observed in non-anomalous specimens of R. chisensis. The object was discovered among the ruins of a flower shop affected by a structural collapse on 21/12/2012. Additionally, the remains of Hugo Galindo, owner of the store whose disappearance had been reported two months earlier were recovered from the rubbles. Addendum: Message recovered from H. Galindo email. Mon 01-10-2012 15:30 From: moc.liamtoh|odnilaGH#moc.liamtoh|odnilaGH To: moc.DCM|srewolfDCM#moc.DCM|srewolfDCM Subject: Rosa aeternum Dear Mr. Marshall: What you sold me is everything than promised and much more. A month has passed since you delivered me an exemplar of Rosa aeternum and it still shows no sign of withering or deterioration. It is still as lush as the first day, which is practically a miracle, especially considering the ravages of heat has done on my other flowers. Therefore, despite its high price I would like to order a dozen more of your "immortal roses", I already have potential buyers. In addition, send me the budget of the Tulipa vitae. But I need to ask you to send me the flowers in a few more days, I seem to get the flu and I don't know if I will be able to open the flower shop tomorrow. Best regards, Hugo Galindo1 Footnotes 1. Mr. Galindo was a non-native English speaker. Grammatical, syntactical and orthographic errors present in Mr. Galindo's message were maintained by the integrity of the document.
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Special Containment Procedures: All newly-discovered instances of SCP-4236 are to be secured for containment as soon as possible. Instances are to be submitted for review before digitization and then secured in standard document storage. Any civilians with direct exposure to unedited instances of SCP-4236 are to be interviewed before being administered class-A amnestics. Foundation agents are to work with social media platforms to remove any pre-review instances of SCP-4236. Instances that contain classified information, technical documents, or audiovisual material of famous individuals should be of the highest priority. A small number of instances of SCP-4236 which contain classified or technical information may be edited and re-published onto online conspiracy-theory communities as part of an ongoing disinformation campaign. Under the condition in which no instances of SCP-4236 are discovered within the period of a complete calendar year, SCP-4236 is to be submitted for re-classification to class: Neutralized. Description: SCP-4236 refers to artifacts of anomalous origin first appearing in the late 1940s. SCP-4236 instances take the form of assorted media both physical and digital.1 Historically, instances of SCP-4236 have been recovered from secure military and government facilities among non-anomalous materials. Starting in the late 1980s, SCP-4236 instances have begun manifesting in far more unsecured locations. During the 90s, instances of SCP-4236 became increasingly common online, culminating in a peak of approximately twelve thousand new instances being detected and contained during the 2015 calendar year. The rate of appearances has since been showing a steady decline. The first reports of SCP-4236 were obtained from UIU records. The UIU initially deemed SCP-4236 a hoax before instances of SCP-4236 were discovered in secure facilities among classified information. To date, over five hundred and seventy thousand instances of SCP-4236 have been detected and contained. Early Foundation research into the origin of SCP-4236 instances suggested the presence of a memetic agent. However, efforts to detect a memetic agent related to SCP-4236 have failed, and testing has concluded that instances of SCP-4236 do not have cognitohazardous properties. A more modern hypothesis, supported by recent advances in Hume Decay Analysis, suggests that instances of SCP-4236 are manifesting from a parallel reality designated SCP-4236-A. SCP-4236-132. A photograph of what is believed to be SCP-4236-B with two unidentified engineers. SCP-4236 instances are characterized by references to an object designated SCP-4236-B. Information cataloged from SCP-4236 suggests that SCP-4236-B is an anomalous device located in secure storage in the Groom Lake Air Force Facility in Nevada within SCP-4236-A. The intended effect of SCP-4236-B is unclear, despite instances of SCP-4236 providing significant historical documentation of its construction. Technical information retrieved from SCP-4236 describes SCP-4236-B in a manner that does not seem to operate within the currently accepted understanding of particle physics. Initial experimentation with the theoretical principles outlined in instances of SCP-4236 has been met with complete failure, suggesting that physical laws may behave differently within SCP-4236-A. All instances of SCP-4236 recovered have been dated no farther than the date of discovery, suggesting that the flow of time within SCP-4236-A remains consistent with that of baseline reality. Patterns of information thus far provided by SCP-4236 suggest a geopolitical history nearly identical to baseline.2 Addendum 01: SCP-4236-00016 Military Engineering Report on the Construction and Activation of SCP-4236-B Memo from the office of Lieutenant General Leslie Richard Groves Jr. of the Army Corps of Engineers to the staff of facility ████████. ██/██/████. It is my great pleasure to announce that Project Silver Gear has been an overwhelming success. The team down at ██████████ have informed me that Gear-3 is operational as of this morning. Already the effects are observable, and I've got men in labs telling me that within the next eighty years we'll be seeing a complete reversal of expected behavior so long as Gear-3 is left in proper care. We've got a transport team already prepping the device for airlift, and with any luck it'll be humming along just dandy in that climate-controlled warehouse they've got out in Nevada before midnight. Once we have this thing off-base I'd like to start giving extended vacation time to everybody personally involved, in addition to the letters of recommendation I'm sending to both the Pentagon and the White House over these next few weeks. What we've done here may be the greatest accomplishment in human history. Despite the knowledge that the general public may never know what we've done here, I want you to all know that I could not be more proud of you and your service to this great nation. Gear-1 and Gear-2 really brought us all down, but we worked through it and proved that nothing is impossible for the greatest minds in science and engineering Americans have to offer. - Lieutenant General Leslie Groves Addendum 02: SCP-4236-01087 Newspaper Article Related to the De-Classification of SCP-4236-B Article from The New York Times, 1988, pg. 12 De-Classified Documents Reveal Military Science Experiment This week the Pentagon de-classified several hundred documents relating to research conducted by the US Army Corps of Engineers. The documents date from the late 1940's up until the mid 60's, and most detail unsuccessful research projects. One item, however, has made quite a stir in the physics community. Dubbed "Silver Gear" by the Army, this project apparently resulted in the creation of a successful device known as "Gear Three" according to paperwork from the time. Gear Three is described as a device that passively alters certain fundamental processes of space-time as described by Einstein. The Pentagon confirmed later in the week after media questioning that the device is still functional and currently located in a secure facility. Scientists familiar with the theories involved have suggested that the device is almost miraculous in nature if it truly performs as described. A photo released among de-classified documents this week by the Pentagon. "Gear Three" is described as a device which uses previously classified scientific developments in order to change certain fundamental laws of the universe. The Times was able to speak with a retired Army Corps researcher who asked to remain anonymous, suggesting that he was unsure if policy permitted him to speak on the function of the device in an official capacity. He told our interviewer that: "Gear Three, at least in theory, affects the expansion of space within our reality. Although we can't yet see the effects because of the cosmological horizon, the energy produced by Gear Three is expected to be causing the expansion of space to slow, and eventually reverse. Eventually, we may see the effects of this on Earth as certain processes associated with entropy no longer behave as expected. I can't express how happy I am, and I expect many others associated with the project are, for the general public to be able to read and hopefully gain inspiration from our accomplishments." According to the researcher, as well this writer's limited understanding of the technical information available, we can't expect to see testable alterations in the behavior of particle physics until about 2015. Surely much of the larger scientific world will be giddy at the concept of an entirely new physics to explore and test when that day comes. Addendum 03: SCP-4236-12523 Video Transcript VIDEO LOG DATE: June 17, 2013 NOTE: Excerpt of Video Transcript. Interview of President of the United States Barack Obama by Charlie Rose for PBS. This section of the interview lasts approximately one minute and twenty-five seconds in total and is the only material not present in other recordings of the same broadcast. A still from SCP-4236-12523. [BEGIN LOG] Rose: Let's move away from Guantanamo for a moment to talk about an issue that seems to be becoming more relevant in the past few weeks. During a campaign speech in 2008, you promised, in addition to fighting climate change, that your administration would 'take a look' at this device in Nevada and give the American people a definitive answer about whether we're going to keep it running or not. Since then, your administration has been silent on the matter. In the last several months there have been some isolated protests here in Washington with fringe groups claiming that you're ignoring "the most important issue". What would you say to them? The President puts his hand up to his mouth and he looks toward the corner of the ceiling before laughing briefly. The video then cuts back to Rose, who is smiling. Obama: Well, first of all, uh… I'd tell them that there is no single "most important issue" to America today. As Americans, uh… I believe it is our collective responsibility to face the issues that affect all of us head-on every day. That's what my administration is trying to do, and we can't pick out issues that only some people find important and decide to address them before the concerns of everybody else. The President begins to adjust his position in his seat and clears his throat. Rose: So you don't consider this issue a priority within your admin- Obama: Well now hear me out. We're always trying to listen to real problems. We've been making historic progress toward fighting climate change… uh, we've repaired relationships with our allies in Europe and the Middle East, we've done a lot of things and we're going to continue doing a lot of things that are in the shared interest of the American people and that fill our role as stewards in the global community. We haven't stopped uh… we haven't been ignoring this thing. We've got some very intelligent, capable people looking into what it is and what it means, it's just not what our focus is when it comes to communicating our plans right now as an administration. I would ask for these protestors to speak their mind and tell us what they consider important while being uh… respectful and patient. What I've found out over the course of my political career, especially as President- What I've found is that we solve issues with patience, and understanding, and the willingness to cooperate with each other. The video cuts to Rose who asks a question about a then-recent controversy regarding the NSA. [END LOG] Addendum 04: SCP-4236-327464 Journal Entry of Unknown Author I went home today. Just for Thanksgiving. I'm not sure what I thought would happen. To tell the truth I didn't really expect Mom and Dad to invite me. Not after we met last time. I'm really struggling to figure out which part of me is crazy. Is it the part that made me want to sit and listen while the family mocked those "terrorists" on the news or is it the part of me that thinks I should have been out there today? Of course, I'm not capable of either, so I got to end thanksgiving dinner by being thrown out of my own parent's home. The look everybody gave me when I started shouting. It's the same expression Jamie gave me after I told her if she couldn't support the movement we couldn't be together. I can't deal with it. I think I'm done. I'm just going to have to start pretending like this isn't all crazy. Like it's just some normal thing. But how the fuck am I supposed to pretend that the end of the world is ok? Nobody can even come up with a coherent answer as to why they don't care! Mom told me she "has faith" and tried to get me back into the church. Dad just gave me that disappointed look. Of course Tom tries to talk to me about how "we don't know what'll actually happen, maybe it'll…". I feel like I'm in a nightmare, and any moment I have to wake up and my entire existence since after I heard about the damned thing is going to turn out to have been a real shitty dream. That would explain why a new disaster movie comes out every two years and everybody acts like it's so thrilling and exciting and frightening while we all sit on the actual end of the world. Meanwhile, it's already doing its job. Who knows how many beings, how many civilizations it's already destroyed? Maybe every second I sit here in front of this paper instead out of out there at that fence with a fucking gun I'm dooming millions of sapient beings. Maybe we deserve it. As a species I mean. Maybe we're doing it to ourselves because we know how disgusting we are, and the "not a big deal" shtick is some sort of group-psychology suicidal ideation. Would that mean I'm one of the people who doesn't deserve to die? Or maybe it means I'm one of the only ones so selfish that I'm not willing to see how much we all deserve it. Maybe it's God. Or like, anti-God or something. Maybe it's looked at all of reality and everything that exists and realized that it's just too much of a hassle, so it reached down and put the thought in those scientists' heads. And then after it did the same with the rest of us, "It's ok, it'll work out on its own". That's the thing that frightens me the most. Every time my rational brain, at least I have to continue to assume it's the rational part of my brain. Every time it tells me how fucked up this all is, how much danger we're all in, what a fucking waste it would be to see all of human history, everything we love and care for and everything I think about every single moment of my life get erased in an instant… that other part of me comes up and says "hear how emotional you are? Hear how angry and upset you are? This has poisoned you. You'd be so much happier, and pure, and good if you just hugged your Mom and Dad and said you were sorry and went on with your life." And it says it with the voice of every person who's ever been kind to me, every person I've loved, every person I'm so afraid of losing to a meaningless fucking end. It doesn't really matter anymore anyway. The hype is gone, the movement is over. There's maybe a third of us coming to the meetings anymore. Kelly tries but when she stands in front of the podium and makes that same speech every night you can see it in her face that she doesn't really believe we're going to be able to do anything anymore. By this time next year, we'll be completely out of the news cycle, we haven't even gotten a question asked about us on the primary stage. I think I'm going to go home. I just want to feel happy again. Wouldn't it at least be better just to feel happy? Footnotes 1. Types of media include but are not limited to: Typed government documents, hand-written notes, newspaper articles, audiovisual media such as cassettes, videotapes, film reels, and DVDs, operations manuals, books, and scientific journals. 2. Further analysis of SCP-4236 instances have indicated that minor historical details also generally remain similar. These includes but is not limited to: the results of local elections, stock market data, individual dates of birth and death in the public record and pop-culture trends.
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Image 1 is CC BY-SA 2.0 and source is here: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ben_Nevis#/media/File:Ben_Nevis.jpg Image 2 is Public Domain and source is here: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Winter_of_2009%E2%80%9310_in_Great_Britain_and_Ireland#/media/File:Great_Britain_Snowy.jpg [{$authorPage} ▸ More by this Author ◂] {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Image taken during SCP-4237-2 activation upon commencement of Procedure 4237-Coronation. Thick fog is produced by SCP-4237-1 during this procedure. Item #: SCP-4237 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4237 is the joint designation for both SCP-4237-1 and SCP-4237-2. SCP-4237 is to be manned at all times by a standard maintenance crew, as well as a research team. No less than 4 members of the research team must be fluent in Scottish Gaelic, and it is encouraged (though not required) that Junior Researchers posted to SCP-4237 undertake efforts to learn Scottish Gaelic. Classes are provided on site. Starting immediately after the end of the Summer Solstice, Procedure 4237-Coronation is to be enacted. The temperature of SCP-4237-1 is to be kept above a minimum of -32°C and below a maximum of -17°C using the heating elements installed on SCP-4237-1. A gradual increase in snow production is permitted via SCP-4237-1, in line with acceptable levels for the season around the area of Ben Nevis during the procedure. Starting immediately after the end of the Winter Solstice, Procedure 4237-Abdication is to be enacted. The temperature of SCP-4237-1 is to be kept below a maximum of -54°C. A mixture of heating elements and coolant is to be used within SCP-4237-1 to maintain an acceptable temperature. Description: SCP-4237-1 is a structure of anomalous make built within the mountain of Ben Nevis, Scotland. The structure is 575m tall and composed of a steel alloy1 able to withstand rapid temperature fluctuations. The age of the structure is unknown, though radiometric samples place it at around 2.6 million years old. SCP-4237-1 also contains an anomalous device capable of weather manipulation, including extreme temperatures and conditions such as: Blizzards, thunderstorms, tornadoes and heat waves. SCP-4237-1 also functions as the containment cell for SCP-4237-2. SCP-4237-2 is an anomalous humanoid female of indeterminate age, though biological samples taken during initial discovery place SCP-4237-2 around the age of 45. Records collated from within SCP-4237-1 were translated from Scottish Gaelic, and place SCP-4237-2 at over 115,000 years old2. SCP-4237-2's body displays multiple differences from expected appearance from joint Homo sapiens and Homo neanderthalensis DNA, including dark blue skin, naturally orange-brown teeth and a height of 36.73m. SCP-4237-2 is also missing their left eye, with skin having grown over the socket. The cause for this has yet to be determined as no scarring has been observed. SCP-4237-2 is only to be contacted during Procedure 4237-Coronation with approval from the Head Researcher assigned to SCP-4237. During Procedure 4237-Abdication, SCP-4237-2 is not to be contacted unless agreed upon by the Site Director and Head Researcher. SCP-4237-2 is only capable of conversing in Scottish Gaelic. SCP-4237-2 has a natural body temperature of -49°C, and is the source of SCP-4237-1's anomalous weather manipulation. + Addendum 4237-Sovereign LEVEL 4 ACCESS REQUIRED - LEVEL 4 ACCESS GRANTED If Procedure 4237-Coronation is not carried out successfully, a Sovereign event will occur. An immediate warning is to sent to all SCP Sites in the Northern Hemisphere Priority 1. Evacuations are to be initiated from all population centres north of the 45th Parallel North. All evacuees are to be transported directly south below the 45th Parallel North. During a Sovereign event, the local temperature around Ben Nevis and nearby geography will rapidly plummet to -73°C and will cause rapid, heavy snowfall, glacier formation and rapid generation of permafrost. The effect will travel outward from Ben Nevis, and it is estimated that it would take 33 days to encompass the Northern Hemisphere above the 45th Parallel. See Incident Log-4237-α for details. If unimpeded, this would result in a GK Class Climate Inversion event, where over 15% of the human population would require relocation around the globe, and secondarily, a Broken Masquerade Scenario. + Incident Log 4237-α LEVEL 4 ACCESS REQUIRED - LEVEL 4 ACCESS GRANTED The following logs detail a breach of containment by SCP-4237-2 during the Winter of 2009-2010. While the secrecy of the Foundation was maintained, the effect on Scotland (and by extension, the rest of the British Isles) was disastrous. As a direct result of this breach, 25 civilian lives, and the lives of 18 Foundation personnel were lost. Log collected from on Site Black Box Date: 15/12/2009 05:22:39 Core Temperature: -25°C WARNING TEMPERATURE FLUCTUATION DETECTED WARNING Core Temperature: -32°C Core Temperature: -41°C EMERGENCY HEATING ELEMENTS ACTIVE Core Temperature: -63°C FAILURE IN MAIN HEATING ELEMENTS CONTAINMENT BREACH IN PROGRESS AUTOMATED WARNING TRANSMITTED TO SITES 37, 61, 88 AND 114 SOVEREIGN EVENT IN PROGRESS Upon commencement of the automated warning MTF Unit Sigma-17 ("Blackwatch Brigadiers") was alerted and deployed from Monitoring Station Red Hill. Incident Log 4237-α Date: 15/12/2009 05:28:22 [Helmet cameras power on from multiple squad members as they embark onto an APC. Glimpses of outside weather show it is deteriorating rapidly, with heavy snowfall already in effect.] Murray: Command this is Red Team, we're on the move, do you read? Command: Loud and clear Red Leader, SCP-4237-2 is currently moving North-northeast at around 12.5 miles per hour [The engine of the APC rumbles as it pulls away from the Monitoring Station and heads into the blizzard] Murray: Solid copy Command, Red Team, mic check! Walls: Check! Mackay: Check! Davis: Aye! Munro: Ready sir! Murray: All clear, Command, what's our plan to deal with the skip? Command: Navcom are patching through your route now, you are to engage and draw 4237-2 back towards the summit. A containment team will be ready to re-contain the anomaly from there. [Red team proceeds to ready weapons and secure gear. Each are dressed in stander Winter Ops MTF combat armour and field kit. 15 minutes pass before the APC stops.] Driver: Sir we have visual contact! [A screen in the transport bay lights up. A camera feed shows the figure of SCP-4237-2 silhouetted against the white of the snowstorm around her] Walls: So that's the big maw hersel' Murray: That it is. Command, visual confirmed, anomaly is approximately 1.5 klicks from the summit. Command: Copy Red Leader, you are free to engage. [Red Team begins to dismount the APC, forming a chevron in the snow] Murray: Open fire on my mark. Three, two, mark! [Red Team opens fire on the entity. Due to weather visual confirmation of hits is not possible, though SCP-4237-2 is seen turning to face the team] Munro: I think we just pissed it off! Murray: Everyone back inside! Get us up the fucking mountain! [Red Team re-embarks the APC and turns to climb the mountain. SCP-4237-2 begins to give chase] Murray: Davis! Man the gun! Command, we have one pissed off skip heading right towards us, tell me the containment team is ready! [The vocalisations of SCP-4237-2 were captured faintly by the radio equipment of Red Team] SCP-4237-2: The land will be as it was when sun hung low and the [UNINTELLIGIBLE] before those that forged all! The following data was collected from the automated weather station at the summit of Ben Nevis during the breach. During this period of data collection SCP-4237-2 was temporarily contained atop the summit by both specialist containment teams and MTF Sigma-17. Satellite image taken during the weather stabilisation via SCP-4237-1 after the containment breach Date: 15/12/2009 05:25:37 Temperature: -23°C UPDATE Temperature: -35°C UPDATE Temperature: -42°C Date: 15/12/2009 07:19:42 Temperature: -57°C UPDATE Temperature: -62°C Snow Level: 462% above expected levels SITE 143 LOG MULTIPLE POWER FAILURES CIVILIAN CASUALTIES: CONFIRMED FOUNDATION CASUALTIES: CONFIRMED EXTENT OF BREACH EFFECT: NATIONAL RE-CONTAINMENT PRIORITY: ALPHA 0 The following is a report from the BBC that embedded Foundation agents suppressed, and replaced with the publically available report. People from across the country are being met with gridlock, power cuts, and potentially fatal blizzards as the UK faces a storm unlike anything seen before. Reports are coming in from the north of Scotland claiming temperatures as low as -47°C. Rivers and lakes across the country have frozen over, with even the Thames itself frozen solid, a sight not seen since the Frost Fair of 1814. Emergency services are completely overwhelmed as the country cries out for help, in what may be the worst winter storm to ever occur in recorded history. Addendum 4237-27a - Interview Log The following interview log has been translated from Scots Gaelic to English for ease of access. <BEGIN LOG> Interviewer: Dr. Heller Interviewee: SCP-4237-2 Dr. Heller: Good morning. 4237-2, how are we feeling today? SCP-4237-2: As fair as the waters that flow across my lands Dr. Heller: Glad to hear it 4237-2, has the team kept you comfortable? SCP-4237-2: As comfortable as can be, within these walls. Dr. Heller: Good, very good, may I ask you some more questions 4237-2? SCP-4237-2: By all means, Shaman. Dr. Heller: [shuffles through her papers] What is your first memory of this facility? SCP-4237-2: [appears to be in deep thought] I remember the walls of stone, I stood astride the untouched plains of white snow, resting in the rise and reigning in the fall. I cast mountains from the dirt like thrones and guided the few in this land. Dr. Heller: I see, how long ago was this? SCP-4237-2: Before your time, when your brethren still walked alongside you, young one. When the world was right. Dr. Heller: What do you mean when you say, "when the world was right"? SCP-4237-2: When life flourished in its own image, when the crafters could create as they wished. When those that did not fit were cast as moulds for what would be. Dr. Heller: Very well, could you explain further please? SCP-4237-2: Why should I explain what is obvious? What winds have already howled in cold nights and rivers have whispered in their dreams. The time of my kith and kin long gone, before the walls of winters end were placed. A thing you could not know, but of which I will show. [Emergency heating elements are activated as the temperature inside SCP-4237-2 decreases rapidly. Dr. Heller exits the chamber as SCP-4237-2 retreats deeper into 4237-1] Footnotes 1. The alloy contains low carbon content (0.25-0.35%), with trace amounts of nickel, chromium, molybdenum, vanadium, as well as zirconium and boron. 2. Research is ongoing into the exact origin of these records, as they far exceed the earliest known date for written human language by over 100,000 years. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4237" by Dr Raveren, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4237. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Filename: SCP-4237.jpg Name: Ben Nevis - North Face above Cloud Inversion Author: David Crocker License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: Geograph Filename: SCP-4237-2 Name: Snow across Great Britain Author: Jeff Schmaltz License: Public Domain Source Link: Earth Observatory
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close Info X ⚠️ Content warning: Child Abuse 95.37% (+185) 4.63% (-9) -% (+0) -% (-0) ⚠️ content warning Item #: SCP-4238 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4238 is to be contained within a modified standard humanoid containment chamber containing only a futon and one blanket. Meals are to be delivered once a day via drone taken in the cafeteria. SCP-4238 is not to be given access to any sort of silverware or utensils at any point. Control of SCP-4238's cell is to be handled by Senior Researcher Fishbaum. A live security feed is to be recorded and sent to Senior Researcher Fishbaum stored on standard Foundation data servers. Due to SCP-4238's deceptive nature, no other individuals are to watch the recorded feeds without authorization from Senior Researcher Fishbaum. Cleaning crews are to visit once a day after testing sessions to clean the chamber and, following Incident 4238-A, remove SCP-4238-1 instances before disposing of them. Description: SCP-4238 is an approximately 8-year-old female humanoid formerly known as Amelie Bassett. The entity is capable of anomalously enhancing physical objects, referred to as an SCP-4238-1 instance, and marked with a "(+[Level])" depending on the level of enhancement. Enhancing an item increases the object's durability, efficiency relative to the item's intended purpose by 30%1, and develop a colored aura. Items can be enhanced multiple times, increasing the durability and efficiency by an additive 30% as well as changing the color of the aura. The colors range from purple, seen in (+1) instances, to red, seen in (+7) instances. Enhancement appears to be governed by random chance, starting at approximately 95% chance of a successful enhancement for mundane items and decreasing to a lower limit of approximately 0% by the 7th enhancement. On an unsuccessful enhancement, the item will quickly break down into its base molecular components, effectively destroying the item. In the case of an unsuccessful enhancement, SCP-4238 will spontaneously manifest injuries of varying severity dependent on the enhancement level of the item prior to failure. These injuries are offset by an enhanced regeneration factor, allowing the entity to recover from most injuries within minutes. Addendum-1: Initial testing was conducted by Senior Researcher Fishbaum, along with Junior Researcher Steven Han, from June 2nd, 2015 through June 25th, 2015. Extraneous logs have been removed for brevity. Full list available upon request. [+] Test Log 1 [+] [-] Close Test Log 1 [-] Test 1 Item: Standard screwdriver Result: Successful. Full 360 degree rotation of the screwdriver resulted in the screw turning 468 degrees. Test 2 Item: Previously enhanced screwdriver(+1) Result: Successful. Full 360 rotation of the screwdriver resulted in the screw turning 576 degrees. Test 6 Item: 5 dollar bill2 Result: Successful. Bill was used to purchase a $3 pack of chips from an on-site vending machine. $3.50 was given as change. Test 8 Item: Pack of crayons Result: Unsuccessful. Crayons broke down over 20 seconds and left behind carbon residue. Small lacerations appeared along SCP-4238's back before fully healing within 30 seconds. Replacement outfit requested.3 Test 23 Item: Wrench(+5) Result: Successful. Similar results to Test 2. Test 47 Item: Previously enhanced pencil(+7). Result: Unsuccessful. SCP-4238 refused, claiming that “it can’t go past red.” Test 55 Item: Previously enhanced plastic knife(+2) Result: Successful. Notes: SCP-4238 cut itself by accident due to the increased sharpness of the knife. Interestingly, the wound healed within seconds. Incident 4238-A: On June 27th, 2015, Senior Researcher Fishbaum was attacked by SCP-4238 following an unsuccessful enhancement attempt. SCP-4238 utilized a plastic knife given to it for a meal that had been enhanced 3 times to stab Fishbaum. Given SCP-4238's size, Fishbaum was able to disarm the entity and subdue it until security intervened. Live Security Footage of SCP-4238's Containment Cell: Transcript Date: June 27th, 2015 Notes: Due to an audio encoding error, the following file was submitted by Senior Researcher Fishbaum hours after the initial incident with several video and audio errors. Pitch shifts and screen blackouts are common. Discrepancies are highlighted in red in the following transcript. Junior Researcher Han had been sent to acquire various items for testing. Video begins with Fishbaum sitting at a metal table across from SCP-4238; its jumpsuit is stained with blood. Various items lay on the table, all glowing various shades of purple and blue. The table has several blackened spots covering the surface. Fishbaum holds a blurred item with a noticeable orange aura. Fishbaum: Amelie, please stop making this difficult. SCP-4238: I don't want to… it hurts… Video goes black Fishbaum: (sighs). Amelie, if you do this, I'll get you ice cream, okay? SCP-4238: …no, I don't… Fishbaum: Great, so let's do this one more time, okay? For me? 20 seconds of silence follow. SCP-4238 screams. 45 seconds of silence follow. Fishbaum: Help! Security! Video resumes SCP-4238 is curled on the floor in a puddle of blood. Fishbaum is breathing heavily, a small gash visible on the palm of his left hand. A plastic knife with a blue aura is in his right hand. The table has been knocked over, scattering the various items onto the floor. Security personnel rush into the room and restrain SCP-4238. [End Log] Notice regarding SCP-4238's containment procedures SCP-4238's object class has been elevated to Keter following Incident 4238-A. All furniture is to be removed from the containment cell and all meals are to be delivered directly to the cell without any utensils. Any interviews, tests, or other meetings with SCP-4238 are to be cleared by me first. SCP-4238 should be handcuffed prior to any such meetings. — Senior Researcher Fishbaum Addendum-2: Further testing was performed independently by Senior Researcher Fishbaum from August 1st, 2015, to September 23rd, 2015. Extraneous logs have been removed for brevity. Full list available upon request. [+] Testing Log 2 [+] [-] Close Log 2 [-] Test 53 Item: Feather quill(+2) Result: Successful. Test 55 Item: 8th century katana(+3) Result: Unsuccessful. Noted Injuries: Bruising present on ribs and left eye. Test 62 Item: Standard M4 rifle, unloaded Result: Successful. Fishbaum: An error in the system replicated Test 62 16 times. Ignore it. Test 79 Item: Kevlar vest Result: Successful. Test 86 Item: [DATA EXPUNGED](+5) Result: Unsuccessful. Noted Injuries: Severe bruising around throat. Left ulna fractured. Addendum-3: On December 25th, 2015, the following footage was sent to Ethics Committee Liaison Marlon Brand by on-site therapist Angela Richards. The video was taken with a Foundation-issued mounted body camera. Date: December 20th, 2015 Richards is walking towards SCP-4238’s containment chamber. Fishbaum can be seen just outside, his hand on the biometric scanner. As Richards approaches, he takes his hand off of the scanner. Richards: Hi there, I'm Angela Richards, here to do a quick psych check on SCP-4238? I’m assuming you’re Dr. Fishbaum, right? Fishbaum: Er, yes, that’s me. I’m sorry, who are you again? Richards: Angela Richards, on-site therapist? You got my email, right? Fishbaum: No… no, I did not. Richards: Hm, must’ve gotten lost then. Anyways, I have a scheduled psych eval for SCP-4238. Today. Right now. Fishbaum: I’m afraid that I have a testing session scheduled with SCP-4238 right now, so either you’re mistaken or I am. But I’m quite certain I’m correct. Richards: Your testing can wait. I’d like to speak with SCP-4238 as soon as possible to avoid any more delays. Unless you want me to explain to my superiors that you’re delaying the psych eval for the second time. Fishbaum: …Fine. But I’m going to be there as well. Richards: No can do. Your presence may aggravate SCP-4238, and I’m not sure I’ll be able to get a clear answer out of her if you’re there. Fishbaum: Hm. Alright, go then. I’ll just reschedule my testing for the next time. Fishbaum walks past Richards. Richards: Uh, good talk… okay, let’s go. Richards heads into the chamber and closes the door behind her. The lights are turned on. SCP-4238 is not in sight, though the blanket covering a curled-up individual on a futon appears conspicuous. Richards: Hello? Amelie? Oh. Okay then. Richards notices the blanket and crouches down before it. Richards: Hi, my name's Angela. The blanket shifts slightly. Richards: Here, I uh, I brought cookies- The blankets shift again and a small hole is formed through which the silhouette of SCP-4238 can be seen. Richards places a backpack down in front of her, and pulls out a flimsy plastic container of sugar cookies. She opens it and sets it down in front of SCP-4238. Richards: They're not the best, but uh… yeah. (coughs) The blanket shifts again. A single hand extends outward along the floor and towards the open box. It grabs a single cookie before slowly snaking back under the blanket. A brief flash emanates from the edges of the blanket before the hand returns with the cookie, now radiating a purple aura. Richards: Oh! No no, these are for you to eat. The hand falters. Richards digs through her backpack and pulls out a notepad. Richards: Y-You can have them all, if you want. Really. The hand pulls back into the blankets. The sounds of chewing can be heard. The hand extends again before grabbing the entire box and pulling it within the blankets. Richards: You're gonna get crumbs all over your blanket, but uh, I've done that in bed a couple times too so, no judgement from me. SCP-4238 violently coughs from underneath the blankets. Richards: Slow down, you're gonna choke. Richards pulls a water bottle from the backpack, opens it, and places it in front of SCP-4238, who grabs it quickly. The plastic container is ejected from the blanket along with an empty water bottle. Richards: Um, okay. Can I ask you some questions? SCP-4238 remains silent. Richards: This is worse than I expected. Well, uh, I'm gonna go now, okay? I’ll… I’ll try to come by again. Richards leaves the containment chamber and turns the camera off. [End Log] To: Ethics Committee Liaison Marlon Brand From: Angela Richards Subject: Ethical Treatment of SCP-4238 I know I’m not a licensed psychiatrist yet but fuck it. I believe that SCP-4238 is being mistreated and abused by Senior Researcher Connor Fishbaum. As I’m sure you can see from the attachment, SCP-4238 appears to be deeply afraid of people and was traumatized heavily enough that when given a cookie, instead of eating it as a normal 8-year-old child does, she used her anomalous ability and gave it back. That is not normal. Combined with the odd testing logs, odd security logs, and the fact that Fishbaum delayed the initial psych eval of SCP-4238, all signs are pointing to abuse of the SCP in question, his position, or both. I ask that this be formally submitted to the Ethics Committee for review. - Angela Richards, M.S., B.S. Recording I took of SCP-4238 To: Angela Richards From: Ethics Committee Liaison Marlon Brand Subject: Re:Ethical Treatment of SCP-4238 We’ve received your report and have submitted your findings for discussion. - Ethics Committee Liaison Marlon Brand Addendum-4: Researcher Fishbaum resumed testing of SCP-4238 from January 11th, 2016 to February 10th, 2016. [+] Testing Log 3 [+] [-] Close Log 3 [-] Test 87 Item: SCP-███ Result: Unsuccessful. Noted Injuries: Light bruising along right chest. Left femur fractured. Test 88 Item: SCP-███ Result: Successful. Test 95 Item: Telescopic lens(+3) Result: Unsuccessful. Noted Injuries: Bruising on left cheek. Cut above right eye. Test 97 Item: Beryllium bronze sample(+2) Result: Unsuccessful. Noted Injuries: Bruising across abdomen. Left eye swelled. Test 101 Item: Class-X Amnestic(+6) Result: Unsuccessful. Noted Injuries: Coughed up blood. Ribs crushed. Addendum-5: On January 14th, 2016, Researcher Fishbaum appended the following notable video log. Live Security Footage of SCP-4238's Containment Cell: Transcript Date: January 12th, 2016 Notes: Due to an audio encoding error, this video contains several video and audio errors. Pitch shifts and screen blackouts are common. Discrepancies are highlighted red in the following transcript. SCP-4238's outline can be seen underneath its blanket as Fishbaum enters the chamber. Fishbaum: Hello? Amelie? I'm back. The blankets shift slightly. SCP-4238's outline shrinks. Fishbaum: Come now, let's not make things hard for us. Come on, get out. There is no response from SCP-4238. Fishbaum: Please? (sigh) Alright, that's fine. Video goes black. Fishbaum: Not sure why it cut out here. Just told SCP-4238 that I'd get it its favorite flavor of ice cream if it worked with me. Video is restored. SCP-4238 sits at the table, biting its lip. Its blanket is in the corner of the room, opposite the futon. Fishbaum stands in front of the table and wipes his brow with a sleeve before taking a seat. Fishbaum: There… that wasn't so bad, was it? …right? SCP-4238 nods. Fishbaum: Alright, let's get started then. [End Log] Addendum-6: An audio log was recorded by on-site therapist Richards in a meeting with Senior Researcher Fishbaum. Date: January 16th, 2016 Richards: Sorry about that, I had to finish up a draft I was working on. You wanted to see me? Fishbaum: Yes, I just wanted to ask how your meeting with 4238 went? Richards: The one from a month ago? It was fine. I’ll be meeting with her again soon, actually. You’ll have to forgive me if I can’t divulge more. Doctor-patient confidentiality and all. Fishbaum: …Right. Listen, Richards. Richards: Mhm? Fishbaum: Unfortunately, you’ve been transferred. You received the email, right? Richards: What email? What are you talking about? Fishbaum: Well, Director Yol was made aware of the danger that 4238 posed and with you being a relatively new employee, well, he was concerned that you were putting yourself at risk. So, he’s decided to transfer you to a less dangerous skip. Maybe Euclid, you know? Richards: Amelie is my patient. She- We’ve barely even begun the bonding process- Fishbaum: Exactly, and that makes this transition easier on 4238. It hasn’t really bonded with you, as you’ve said. So, what’s the problem with changing therapists at this point, right? Richards: I- but… Fishbaum: Well, that’s really all I wanted to say. You’re free to leave now, Richards. [End Log] On January 17th, 2016, Researcher Richards submitted another report regarding SCP-4238. To: Ethics Committee Liaison Marlon Brand From: Angela Richards Subject: More evidence regarding SCP-4238's abuse Yeah, it's me again. Attached is an audio log I took of a conversation between Fishbaum and myself. I've also attached the latest set of testing logs that Fishbaum's performed on SCP-4238 AND the video that he attached to the SCP document. I don't know how much clearer this can get. Fishbaum is clearly covering something up and he’s in league with a director. Can't you guys speed this up? - Angela Richards, M.S., B.S. Audio Log Thing SCP-4238 Testing Log 3 SCP-4238 Addendum-5 To: Angela Richards From: Ethics Committee Liaison Marlon Brand Subject: Re:More evidence regarding SCP-4238's abuse I see. I’ll send this data over to the committee, but I’m letting you know, Angela, things are a bit odd right now. However deep you think this is, it’s deeper. Something big’s going on in the background. I can’t tell you the details, but there’s been a lot of deliberation. A lot more than usual. I understand your frustration, but please trust me when we say we are actively working towards resolving these problems. I don’t want to see Amelie hurt any more than you do. P.S. I know you’ve been transferred off of SCP-4238. The Committee doesn’t like it when people break the rules. I don’t particularly care. Do what you have to. Get me evidence and I’ll see what I can do to speed this shit up. - Ethics Committee Liaison Marlon Brand Addendum-7: During this time, SCP-4238's containment chamber logged an entrance and exit by on-site therapist Angela Richards. This corroborates the following personal video taken by Richards. Date: February 17th, 2016 Notes: Video was recorded on a Foundation-issued body mounted camera. Richards appears to be within SCP-4238's containment chamber. Richards: (muttering) If he wants direct evidence, I'll get direct evidence. Richards sighs and walks over to SCP-4238, which is hiding underneath its blanket. She sits before the futon. Richards: Amelie? It's me, again, Angela? The blankets shift. Richards: I uh, I brought more cookies. Homemade, this time. Richards places her backpack on the floor beside her and withdraws a Ziploc-brand plastic bag. She opens the bag and retrieves a single cookie. She places the bag at the edge of the blanket. SCP-4238 grabs it. Richards: Can I sit next to you? SCP-4238 goes still. Richards: It’s fine if you say no. I can sit over here, it’s fine. SCP-4238 shuffles slightly to the side, creating a small space on the futon. Richards: Is that a yes? Okay, thank you very much. Richards quickly moves over to the futon and sits down. Richards: This is a lot more comfortable than the hard floor. SCP-4238 nods and continues eating. The two sit in silence for several minutes with Richards periodically checking her watch. Richards: …are you okay, Amelie? SCP-4238 does not respond. Richards: If you’re not happy, you can tell me. I… I won’t tell anyone. SCP-4238: …I miss my daddy. Richards: Your daddy, huh? What was he like? SCP-4238: He made cakes and cookies. They were really good. Richards: Oh, he was a baker? SCP-4238: Mhm. Richards: Do you like baking? SCP-4238: Mhm, daddy liked it when I helped. Richards: Ah, well, maybe one day I can have your daddy visit you. SCP-4238: …really? Richards: Uh, yeah. I- I can definitely try. SCP-4238: You.. you promise? SCP-4238 visibly turns towards Richards, though still under its blanket. Richards: …Yeah. Yeah, I promise. SCP-4238’s hand sticks out of the blanket, the pinkie finger extended. Richards does the same and coils her pinkie around SCP-4238’s. SCP-4238 quickly withdraws after a second. SCP-4238: Okay… Richards looks down at her watch. Richards: Shoot, I uh, I have to go now, Amelie. I’ll try to come back as soon as I can, okay? SCP-4238: …okay. [End Log] Addendum-8: On February 20th, 2016, Researcher Fishbaum appended the following video log. Live Security Footage of SCP-4238's Containment Cell: Transcript Date: February 19th, 2016 Notes: Due to an audio encoding error, this video contains several video and audio errors. Pitch shifts and screen blackouts are common. Discrepancies are highlighted red in the following transcript. Fishbaum enters the cell holding a large duffel bag. He moves over to SCP-4238 who is underneath its blanket again. Fishbaum: Good morning, Amelie! How’re you doing today? Good? Good. SCP-4238 remains motionless. Fishbaum: Alright, time to get up. We got a lot of testing to go through today, and I’d like to go through this rather quickly. Come on, get up. Please? Video goes black 45 seconds of silence follow. Fishbaum: Gosh, you’re such a silly girl. Always making things diffi- What is this? Where’d you get this from? Amelie, please tell me where you got this from. SCP-4238: M-Miss angel gave it to me… Fishbaum: Angel? What? When? Ah, whatever, let’s just get to testing. 3 minutes of silence follow. SCP-4238 screams in pain before abruptly stopping. Another 5 minutes of silence follow. Video resumes SCP-4238 is curled up on the floor, its hands clutching its stomach. One of its legs is twisted at an odd angle. The table has shifted against the wall and Fishbaum stands directly before SCP-4238. Fishbaum: Why’d you have to go and do that, Amelie? You know that trying to enhance further than red doesn’t work. God dang it, I’ll be back later. Fishbaum leaves the cell with his bag. [End Log] Addendum-9: Another audio log was recorded by Angela Richards and Senior Researcher Fishbaum. Date: March 7th, 2016 Richards: Sorry, I was on the phone with someone, did you need me for something? I’m a bit busy right now. Fishbaum: This conversation being recorded? Richards: Excuse me? Fishbaum: Odd question to ask, sorry. Wife’s been getting on my case about ‘big government’. She uh, she doesn’t know about the Foundation. Anyways, uh, another odd question, have you seen, uh, SCP-4238 recently? Richards: Um, no? I was taken off because of the ‘danger’, remember? Fishbaum: Right, yeah, so, um, someone got into the chamber. There was a foreign object in there, something that could’ve been used as a weapon in the right hands. I’m just going through a list of people who have access to SCP-4238 and I noticed you were still on that list apparently. Richards: Yeah no, I uh, I haven’t even seen um, SCP-4238 in, months now? Fishbaum: Yeah okay, no that makes sense. I’m just here to let you know that we’re replacing the old biometric scanner and locking down 4238’s chamber. No one in or out without explicit permission. We’re talking revamped biometrics, rotating passcodes, a retina scanner, the works. Richards: I see. Fishbaum: Well, that’s all I wanted to ask you. I still have a few more people to talk with, so I’ll leave you be. [End Log] Addendum-10: On March 9th, 2016, Angela Richards recorded and sent the following video to Ethics Committee Liaison Marlon Brand. Date: March 9th, 2016 Notes: Video was recorded on a Foundation-issued body mounted camera. Richards stands before SCP-4238’s containment cell. Various tools are lying against the wall where the biometric scanner is. Wires stick out from the wall and pieces of technology are partly implemented, though offline. Richards: Marlon, you better be right about this… Richards pulls out a thin piece of wire and begins pushing it through a small hole in the biometric scanner plate. She maneuvers it around for several seconds before a loud beep sounds out and the door opens. Richards: Alright, that’s good. Richards quickly walks into the cell and over to SCP-4238, who is currently asleep. Its blanket has multiple holes in it. Richards: Amelie? Amelie! It’s me! SCP-4238 opens its eyes, blinking multiple times before jerking backwards and fumbling with its blanket. It calms down after several seconds and sits upright. SCP-4238: Miss Angel? SCP-4238 tears up and begins to cry quietly. Richards: Oh god, I’m so sorry, Amelie. Richards tentatively puts her arms around SCP-4238. SCP-4238 buries its head into Richards. Richards: I’m so sorry. SCP-4238: Please help me… please… Richards: I- I’m trying, Amelie. SCP-4238: I’ll do anything, please just help me… I’ll be good, I promise. Richards: …okay, shh, shhh… It’s okay, everything will be alright. SCP-4238 continues to cry, though substantially less. Richards: Amelie… I promise you, I will get you out of here. Okay? I promise. But I need you to be brave for me, okay? Can you be brave for me? SCP-4238 pulls away from Richards slightly, and nods. Richards: Okay… okay… (Richards takes multiple deep breaths.) I need you to stay here- SCP-4238: No… no no no, please no! I don’t want to be here anymore. I want my daddy! SCP-4238 begins to cry again. Richards: Please, Amelie, I- I can’t help you if you don’t do this, do you understand? Just for a little bit longer. SCP-4238: I don’t want to… Richards: One month. Okay? I know that sounds like a long time, but just one month, and you’ll never be hurt again. Ever. SCP-4238: …do you promise? Richards: I promise. Richards pulls SCP-4238 in again and holds it tightly for several seconds. SCP-4238: He hits me. Every time. Even if I do what he wants. Richards: I'm sorry. He won’t do it again. I’ll make sure of it. Richards pulls away and digs through her backpack. She withdraws a small, round, plush owl and places it in SCP-4238’s hand. Richards: This is Mr. Squishy. He’s my good luck charm. SCP-4238 cradles the plush and looks up at Richards, her tears slowing down. Richards: One month, okay? I’ll save you. [End Log] Researcher Richards sent another message to Ethics Committee Liaison Marlon Brand regarding SCP-4238 on March 10th, 2016. To: Ethics Committee Liaison Marlon Brand From: Angela Richards Subject: How about now? How about this? Direct confession from SCP-4238 herself. Does that work? Can you fuckers do something now? I fucking promised her. - Angela Richards, M.S., B.S. If this doesn't work To: Angela Richards From: Ethics Committee Liaison Marlon Brand Subject: Re:How about now? I wish I had good news for you, Angela, but we need more time. Without spilling too many secrets, we’ve found a network of at least 30 individuals, spread across the Foundation. Fishbaum isn’t working alone. That volume of sales and merchandise can’t be handled by one person. I know you’re angry and desperate. I get it, I really do. But the Committee cannot act before we find every person involved. We cannot risk these people going into hiding. Countless people, just like Amelie, are at risk here. - Ethics Committee Liaison Marlon Brand To: Ethics Committee Liaison Marlon Brand From: Angela Richards Subject: Re:Re:How about now? Are you fucking kidding me? She's actively being hurt by Fishbaum and you're telling me the committee is doing fuck all? It’s been fucking months! Amelie is on the verge of breaking. She doesn’t have that kind of time! The hell is an ethics committee good for if it can’t even protect a fucking child??? Fuck you and fuck the committee. - Angela Richards, M.S., B.S. To: Angela Richards From: Ethics Committee Liaison Marlon Brand Subject: Re: Re:Re:How about now? Harsh words, Angela, and unfounded. The Committee is slow, yes, but you should know me by now. There’s a box of supplies in your office. I believe you’ll know what to do with it. - Ethics Committee Liaison Marlon Brand Incident-4238-B: Live Security Footage of SCP-4238's Containment Cell: Transcript Date: April 11th, 2016 Notes: This date marks the beginning of Senior Researcher Fishbaum's 4th set of tests on SCP-4238. Notably, this entry did not contain any of the previous entries' video and audio errors. Fishbaum can be seen entering the room with a heavy duffel bag. SCP-4238 is under its blanket again. Fishbaum: Hello, 4238. I'm back, so you know what that means, right? SCP-4238 remains still. Fishbaum: Again? Really? You remember what happened last time, right? Get up. Now. Fishbaum walks over to the blanket and grabs it roughly. He pulls the blanket off SCP-4238 and throws it into a corner. It slowly sits upright, avoiding looking at Fishbaum. Fishbaum: There we are. Good to see you again, 4238- What is that? Fishbaum kneels down and roughly pulls a small plush owl from SCP-4238’s hands. Fishbaum: Where did you get this from?? Look at me. Look at me. I SAID LOOK AT ME! Fishbaum slaps SCP-4238. It falls to the ground and whimpers. Fishbaum: Fuck. Look what you made me do. Get up. Now tell me. Where did you get this from? Hm? Did Angela give it to you? Did she do that? SCP-4238: G-Give him back! Fishbaum: You know what? Fuck it. I don’t have time right now. I’ll deal with this later. (muttering) I don’t need Marshall on my ass again. Fishbaum opens the duffel bag and takes out a large caliber sniper rifle. He places it onto the table. Fishbaum: What are you waiting for? Go. SCP-4238 places its hands on the rifle and shuts her eyes. The rifle flashes white as SCP-4238 winces. A pale purple aura now emanates from the rifle. Fishbaum: Again. I need this at a green at least. So you better pray to god that you don't mess up. SCP-4238 places her hands on the rifle again. It flashes white again. SCP-4238 cries out as the rifle disintegrates over the course of 20 seconds. Her eyes are wide as they flick from the rifle’s prior location to Fishbaum. Fishbaum: Goddammit. You know how much one of those things cost? Ten fucking grand. Fishbaum grabs SCP-4238's head and slams it against the table's edge. SCP-4238 recoils and falls backwards while screaming. A large gash can be seen on its forehead, slightly covered by its hands. Blood spills over SCP-4238's hands and onto the floor. Fishbaum: Why do you have to do this? Hm? Every fucking time. It's not much, you know? All I'm asking for is just a little favor, and here you are, making things difficult. Fishbaum takes out another large caliber sniper rifle and sets it on the table. Fishbaum: Let's try this again. Now. Sniffling, SCP-4238 takes its hands off its wound, allowing the blood to flow freely down its face, and places them on the rifle. It begins again and successfully enhances the rifle three times, resulting in a green aura. Fishbaum: See? I knew you could do it! Why couldn't you do this last time? Hm? Are you trying to mess with me? Fishbaum returns the rifle to the duffel bag and pulls out a small vial. He places it on the table carefully. Fishbaum: Now, careful with this. I need this at yellow, minimum. Do you understand me? You fuck this up, and I'll shred your little owl friend, okay? SCP-4238 nods twice after a brief pause. Fishbaum: Good. Get started. SCP-4238 places its hands on the vial and begins the enhancement process. SCP-4238 proceeds with the enhancement five times, resulting in a yellow aura around the vial. Fishbaum: Oh… how beautiful… again. Do it again. SCP-4238 pulls her hands back, shaking her head. Fishbaum: I said again. Do it. Come on… Do you want to do it or do you want me to hit you again, hm? SCP-4238 places its hands back on the vial and enhances it again, keeping its eyes shut. The vial flashes white and now possesses a distinct orange aura. Fishbaum: Ohhh, this is good. This is very good. Again. SCP-4238: I don't want to- Fishbaum slaps SCP-4238. It whimpers again. Fishbaum: Again. SCP-4238 takes several breaths before putting its hands on the vial and beginning the enhancement process again. The vial flashes white and SCP-4238 freezes. The vial disintegrates. Fishbaum: GOD FUCKING DAMMIT! YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT! Fishbaum throws the table to the side and kicks SCP-4238 in the chest, knocking it over. He begins to stomp on SCP-4238's thigh. SCP-4238's bones audibly crack as blood pools around its curled body. Fishbaum: Why can't you do anything right?! Huh!? WHY?! The containment chamber door opens as Fishbaum continues to assault SCP-4238. He does not appear to notice. From the doorway, Richards, holding a large wrench, runs into the chamber and towards Fishbaum. She swings the wrench at his head. Fishbaum drops to the floor as blood spills from his head. Richards: Amelie! Oh, Jesus Christ. Richards drops to her knees before SCP-4238 and attempts to assess its condition. Fishbaum rises to his feet unsteadily. He holds his head with one hand while the other pulls out a handgun. Fishbaum: (wheezing) You fucking bitch. Richards turns her head towards Fishbaum and freezes. Fishbaum: Scared now, eh? Richards: Fishbaum, you don't- Fishbaum fires his handgun. Richards is thrown backwards as the bullet hits her in the chest. He aims the gun at SCP-4238. Fishbaum: Guess I gotta tie up loose ends here. It was good while it lasted- Richards suddenly sits up and throws her wrench at Fishbaum. It directly connects with his head, causing him to drop his gun. Yelling, Richards gets up and rushes Fishbaum, tackling him to the floor. Bleeding profusely, Fishbaum is straddled by Richards, who begins to repeatedly punch him in the face. Richards only stops when Fishbaum ceases to move. Breathing heavily, Richards crawls over to SCP-4238 and takes off her lab coat, revealing standard-issue Foundation light body armor. She sits down by SCP-4238 and drapes her lab coat over it. [End Log] Addendum-11: Live Security Footage of Site-17 Kitchen Date: September 10th, 2016 Notes: Following Incident-4238-B, SCP-4238 was granted limited usage of the Site-17 kitchen under the supervision of two Foundation guards. On recommendation of Ethics Committee Liaison Marlon Brand, Henry Bassett was hired to Site-17 as part of the ‘Better Meals, Better Feels’ initiative. SCP-4238 stands upon a stool at a table, struggling to stir the contents of a large metal bowl. Henry Bassett stands beside SCP-4238, looking into a notebook. "Amelie's Recipe Book" is poorly written on the cover. SCP-4238: Are you sure it's supposed to be three sticks? Bassett peers over notebook. Bassett: Yep. That's what it says here. 'Three sticks of butter.' SCP-4238: Hmm… okay. Richards appears in the kitchen from behind the man, who turns and looks surprised upon seeing her. SCP-4238 stops mixing. Bassett: Angela? What're you doing here? I thought you weren't coming until Friday? Richards: Yeah uh, there's been a change in plans. What're you all up to? Bassett: Well, Amelie is hard at work right now. SCP-4238: No looking! It's a surprise! SCP-4238 attempts to put herself between Richards and the mixing bowl. Richards: Alright, okay. I won't look. SCP-4238 squints at Richards before turning back to the mixing bowl and continuing to mix with increased fervor. Bassett: So, what're you actually doing here, Angela? Richards: I uh, just wanted to give an update on Fishbaum and uh, one other thing. SCP-4238 pauses its mixing upon hearing "Fishbaum," before resuming. Bassett: Oh? You guys didn’t um, off him? Richards: No, he's not dead. I'm uh, not allowed to divulge too much, but uh, he's no longer in any position to hurt anyone. Ever. Not quite B-Class anymore. Bassett: I uh, I see… How’d you get this update? I thought you said this kind of stuff was kept in a blackbox? Richards: Yeah, that's the other thing. I've uh, I've changed departments. I'm not going to be able to have my bimonthly visits anymore. SCP-4238 spins around and looks at Richards with wide eyes. It gets off the stool and walks up to Richards. SCP-4238: Y-You're not visiting anymore? Is it because of me? Did I do something? Richards: Oh god no, Amelie, it's not because of you. It's just… the Foundation doesn't really like it when their workers hit other workers with wrenches. SCP-4238: …so it's my fault? Richards pulls SCP-4238 into a hug. She crouches down to SCP-4238's eye level, placing her hands on its shoulders. Richards: No, and stop saying that. Whatever happens will never be your fault. I chose to do what I did because it was the right thing to do. Never blame yourself for being hurt, okay? SCP-4238: Then why can't we meet anymore? Bassett: Amelie! Don’t ask questions like that. You know how much she’s done for both of us. Richards: It’s fine, Henry. I've joined the Ethics Committee. Bassett: The Ethics Committee? The ones who let that monster have my daughter? You’re joining them? Richards: First, calm down, and uh, second, not quite. They had their reasons, Henry. I- I can’t tell you why, but they were dealing with… things. And… I want to make a difference. To make sure that what happened to Amelie doesn’t happen again. That we don’t just forget the smaller good in favor of the greater good. SCP-4238: So we can't meet anymore? Richards: What? No, no. Just… not as often. I'm going to be moving around a lot more. Making sure that what happened to you, doesn't happen to anyone else. Bassett: I trust you, Angela. I’m… I’m incredibly thankful for everything you’ve done for me and Amelie. Getting me this position, letting me see my daughter again, I never thought this could happen. Richards: Please, it was mostly Marlon who set everything up. Man’s got pull with a lot of people. But enough about me, how about you tell me what you've been up to, hm? SCP-4238: I was, um, making cookies. For you. Richards: Can I help you then? Before I leave? SCP-4238 nods several times. Richards: Alright, I'll teach you my special homemade recipe while we're here so when I visit again, you can make me cookies, okay? SCP-4238: Okay! [End Log] Footnotes 1. An SCP-4238-1 instance of a screwdriver was capable of turning a screw 468 degrees whenever the screwdriver was turned only 360 degrees 2. Pulled from Senior Researcher Fishbaum's pocket as an improvised test 3. This entry has been edited. – 06/28/2015 ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4238" by Zoobeeny, from the SCP Wiki. 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Introduction To This Document Annotated SCP Foundation Documentation, Archival Copy Annotated Global Occult Coalition Threat Entity Entry, Archival Copy The greenmanwalking Reports Official GAW Summation How You Can Help Final Note I, Gamers Against Weed member bones, am the archivist and curator of this hub, selected through direct democracy by those involved with the project from among the willing candidates. Any complaints about the construction of this hub may be sent directly to me, and I will do my best to address them. Several other Gamers Against Weed members and one affiliate were invited to contribute to the initial structuring of this hub, through commentary on sections written by others, and in some cases, through sections written. Each contributor will be clearly indicated in the section in which their contributions appear, by their most commonly used username. Due to the seriousness of the project, Camp Kenowhere was chosen to be the first project to be given this treatment. If this hub is shown to be successful in helping to facilitate the Camp Kenowhere project, we may begin to maintain similar documents on other projects. Table of Contents Annotated SCP Foundation Documentation, Archival Copy: Ostensibly, the Foundation's own containment document for the Camp Kenowhere project or possibly the Fortune Redistribution Project (designated SCP-ℸp♡9). Its utility is limited, as we were only able to retrieve a corrupted fragment of the data. Contributors to this hub have provided annotations in the form of footnotes where deemed appropriate. Both this section and the one following it are included in this hub to stress the precariousness of the Kenowhere project. Annotated Global Occult Coalition Documentation, Archival Copy: Similarly, the Global Occult Coalition's threat log concerning both the Camp Kenowhere project (designated KTE-6561-Parallax Blackchild) and the Fortune Redistribution Project (designated KTE-6561-Black). Considered accurate for the time it was retrieved, 2017-11-4. Similarly annotated by hub contributors. The greenmanwalking Reports: Excerpts from a series of never-filed reports from former Global Occult Coalition enlisted member Silas Ayers, also known as greenmanwalking, written over the course of his final assignment with that organization. Much of the content of the original reports, including entire entries, have been removed for irrelevance to our purposes or privacy reasons. The remainder provide a useful 'outside' perspective on both the Kenowhere project and the related Fortune Redistribution project, and it is the belief of this archivist that they serve as a useful introduction to the realities of those projects for the uninitiated. Project Summary: An explanation of the Camp Kenowhere project and the related Fortune Redistribution project from the perspective of the people involved in them. Mostly history and interviews. How You Can Help: The reason this hub exists. Here given are the logistical, scientific, magical, and social problems that still need to be addressed with the ongoing Camp Kenowhere project, introduced by the Gamers Against Weed members and affiliates currently taking charge of those situations, and what kind of assistance or support is required. Final Note Archivist's note: if you are using a screen reader to access this document, skip this section and move on to the next. Data is highly corrupted and virtually unusable. 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Apparent age unknown. Subject is approximately 2.1 m tall, weight unknown but assumed to be ~125 kg. Subject's head appears to be caniform. Subject's physical capabilities unknown, but understood to be significantly in excess of human norms, based on archaeological and anthropological evidence and repeated evasion of Coalition threat response teams. KTE-6561-Black appears to control a Parallax-Type anomaly (hereafter KTE-6561-Parallax Blackchild) located within Lake Michigan, capable of concealing its exact location from both conventional and VERITAS Resonance Imagery. Furthermore, the anomaly is able to prohibit unwanted intrusion into KTE-6561-Parallax Blackchild. Subject's psychological profile is incomplete, as no GOC agent has achieved contact with KTE-6561-Black. Extant messages from Subject indicate significant enmity for the United States of America. It has been determined from archaeological and anthropological investigation that Subject has a historical tendency to seek physical conflict and strife. Therefore, its avoidance of GOC personnel is unexplained. Subject accumulates followers and draws them to the location of KTE-6561-Parallax Blackchild for currently undetermined purposes, presumed to be worship either for sustenance as a pistisphage or psychological reasons. Approximately 25% of suspected followers of KTE-6561-Black have active warrants out for their arrest for crimes, ranging from illegal gathering, to assault of an officer of the law, to desertion. Approximately 50% of suspected followers of KTE-6561-Black were unemployed prior to disappearance, suggesting that Subject attracts those unable to integrate into society, deliberately or otherwise. It has been learned through interviews with the associates of affected individuals that individuals drawn towards KTE-6561-Parallax Blackchild are significantly more likely than the general population to express a religious belief. Rules of Engagement: Given that KTE-6561-Black is unreachable so long as it remains inside KTE-6561-Parallax Blackchild, the first priority in engaging it is to find means to circumvent or eliminate KTE-6561-Parallax Blackchild. To that end, extensive monitoring is maintained around the area of the anomaly, utilizing radar, sonar, satellite imaging, manual patrols, and any other method determined to potentially reveal a usable entrance into KTE-6561-Parallax Blackchild. Archaeological and anthropological efforts to further determine the capabilities of KTE-6561-Black and the origin of KTE-6561-Parallax Blackchild are ongoing. In anticipation of the event that KTE-6561-Black is ever detected leaving the perimeter of KTE-6561-Parallax Blackchild, an active strike team is posted at the Calvary Facility in Kenosha, WI at all times, and is rotated out bimonthly. History: The earliest known archaeological evidence for the existence of KTE-6561-Black is at the site of Göbekli Tepe in southeastern Anatolia. Using Etheric Resonance Imaging technology on one of the terrazzo floors of the third layer of the archaeological site, the words <CLASSIFIED LEVEL Q BY ORDER OF GOC HIGH COMMAND>6 can be found written, several thousand years before the first phonetic alphabet was developed, let alone the English language. If this can be relied on as evidence, this indicates that KTE-6561-Black has been active since at least 8800 BCE. The second suspected historical mention of KTE-6561-Black known is on an Akkadian-language cuneiform tablet originally recovered in the Golestan province of Iran by the Office for the Reclamation of Islamic Artifacts, photographed and faxed to the Calvary Facility as part of a trans-organizational collaborative effort to understand KTE-6561-Black.7 The tablet, carbon dated to ~1000 BCE, details the arrival of a warrior with the head of an animal from north of the Caspian Sea who produced "small white sheets" and its war against what appears to have been a Sarkic cult. The tablet describes KTE-6561-Black in brutal terms, referring to its acts of "scourging the land such that no living thing might grow." Access to a transcript of the tablet is available on request from authorized personnel.8 Possible references to KTE-6561-Black recur throughout history in a variety of locations throughout Eurasia. Because a majority of these possible references offer no immediate insight as to Subject's age, abilities, or psychology, a majority are not included in this report. When taken as a whole, there can be noted a considerable correlation between documented appearances of KTE-6561-Black and the collapse of governments. An extensive archive of these references can be found at the GOC Calvary Facility. The first contact between KTE-6561-Black and the GOC occurred on 1997-06-17 in unincorporated area of Arizona, where campers had reported extensive sightings of a "coyote with a human body." Assessment Team 723 was deployed to verify these reports and was able to locate the entity described. However, KTE-6561-Black was able to destroy all footage recorded by Assessment Team 723 while they were distracted by a vehicle malfunction. Assessment Team 723 reported KTE-6561-Black "laughing really fucking hard somewhere out of sight for like half an hour" while they waited for extraction. No further sightings of KTE-6561-Black were reported in the area subsequent to this event. Several additional encounters between the GOC and KTE-6561-Black occurred over the next two decades, taking place across a wide range of locations in North America, the most recent of which, prior to KTE-6561-Black relocating to KTE-6561-Parallax Blackchild, occurred on 2016-2-12. Subject's relocation to KTE-6561-Parallax Blackchild is thought to have occurred on 2016-3-15, following reports of a creature fitting Subject's description stealing 9 a speedboat in Kenosha, WI. Coalition response teams were mobilized, confirmed a sighting of KTE-6561-Blackchild sailing across Lake Michigan, and were assembling mobile anti-watercraft artillery to confront Subject at the moment that both it and its watercraft appeared to vanish into thin air, leading to Coalition discovery of KTE-6561-Parallax Blackchild. KTE-6561-Black has not been spotted away from the location of KTE-6561-Blackchild since that date, though various handwritten messages (apparently) from Subject are occasionally received at the Calvary facility in Kenosha, WI., mostly concerning (declined) requests that operations at the Calvary facility be brought to an immediate halt. On 2017-10-18, the Calvary facility received a letter from Subject requesting a specific officer posted at the Calvary facility visit the area of KTE-6561-Parallax Blackchild for a period of one lunar month, text below: Salutations, Calvary facility. I, the creature you have held under siege at the island fortress in Lake Michigan for the past year, seven months, and four days, have a new request for my captors. I would like to invite the requisitions officer, Sergeant Silvanus10 Ayers, to visit my encampment and see what goes on there, for a period beginning with the approaching new moon to the rise of the next. No surveillance equipment or weaponry is permitted to the island under any circumstances. Sergeant Ayers will, however, of course, be permitted to compile as many handwritten reports as he should desire regarding whatever he should see fit, if he should choose to attend. Sincerely, Note: While messages from KTE-6561-Black appear handwritten to forensic analysis, no usable genetic material has been extracted from any message received so far. Given the dire need for intelligence regarding KTE-6561-Black and KTE-6561-Parallax Blackchild, the Coalition has elected to send Sergeant Silvanus11 Ayers to survey the area of KTE-6561-Parallax Blackchild, and the Sergeant has agreed to accept the risks associated with that assignment. This document is awaiting revision following analysis of the reports to be received upon the return of Sergeant Ayers. The following are excerpts from a series of never-filed reports from former Global Occult Coalition enlisted member Silas Ayers, also known as greenmanwalking. Much of the content of these reports, including entire entries, have been removed for irrelevance to our purposes or privacy reasons. It is the belief of this archivist that the remainder of the content of these reports requires minimal commentary to convey the reason for their inclusion in this document. Excerpt from Report One, 2017-10-19 Excerpt from Report One, 2017-10-19 I've been personally invited into the enemy camp, apparently. I'm not sure how field operatives organize these. I'll do my best. […] End log. Excerpts from Report Two, 2017-10-19 Excerpts from Report Two, 2017-10-19 When the boat entered 6561, the helmsman disappeared and I was alone. I know how to drive a speedboat. I don't know how to drive a speedboat from the back seat. Speedboat totaled. I sustained only superficial injuries. […] Before they would let me enter the camp officially, they cleaned all my scratches from the crash and they gave me new clothes to wear. All in my size. All in my style. Thoughtful, albeit troubling. They told me there was going to be a feast in my honor and, while their dress code is rugged, they had clearly all made some effort to impress. […] KTE-6561-Parallax Blackchild is a strange place. Even once you're inside it, pieces of the world seem to materialize out of nowhere. The encampment that KTE-6561-Black is settled in is easy to miss if you don't know where to go; the tents and fire pits and people all seem to appear as if coming out of a fog that isn't there. It doesn't feel there's anything obscuring them before they appear, they just… arrive? Difficult to explain. It appears there are multiple layers of protection involved in the anomaly. […] Nobody was eating, not yet, but food was laid out as a banquet in the woods. The entire thing was improvised, slipshod, and more than a little beautiful; they built their feast table by pushing together as many flat surfaces as they could find. I admired it, and I measured it carefully with my eyes. They don't have many tables. They can't produce them here, and shipments are clearly difficult. Was this feast supposed to show me their abundance or their poverty? Was there a difference? Just at the moment I finished taking in the banquet in front of me, a rough voice called out to me from beyond the clearing. It cut with its clarity, but conjured to mind barking junkyard dogs, snarling wolves, yipping coyotes. I suppose I expected KTE-6561-Black to sound like that. I didn't expect it to sound so warm. "Silvanus12 Ayers!" it said, "I am honored that you accepted my invitation to see our island. I hope that your guestfeast meets with your expectations." It began to approach closer. It slowly became clear to me just how tall 2.1 meters really is. It also slowly became clear to me just how large the teeth of a wolf are, up close. More pertinently, I noted that KTE-6561-Black appears entirely human from the shoulders on down, with dark, olive-toned skin, a flat chest, extensive scar tissue, and well-developed upper body muscles. I also noted that KTE-6561-Black was not wearing a shirt. All it wore was some kind of skirt-and-sash combination and two golden arm bracers. I imagined this might have constituted formal clothing some five thousand years ago. Unsure how to proceed, I replied, "You honor me, though I do not know why you chose me to receive this gift." Nervous as I was, the words seemed to slip out naturally. Maybe it was the pageantry of the place; maybe it was the atmosphere KTE-6561-Black carried with it. Possibly, there was no distinction between those. You may have already noticed it bleeding into my reports. I'll try to control it. It sat me beside it, when I'd been expecting to be placed at the foot of the table. It talked my ears off for hours, while we ate and after we'd eaten our fill. It seemed to be fully omnivorous, and ate approximately as much food as a proportionate human. Most of what it had to say was nonsense about wars it had fought in that I never heard of (many of which I was unable to later look up) or places that it had been that I had never heard of (many of which I was also unable to later look up). I'm recording as many as I can remember, but I don't know how useful they will be. […] It kept talking my ear off even as the party broke up. It liked when I asked it things it wanted to answer, but otherwise it just smiled and reassured me there would be answers in due time. Answers of its age, origins, abilities. So, I quieted myself and nodded, and let it keep talking about whatever was on its mind, hoping that at some point it would tell me something useful. After most of the feast attendees had left and the table was cleared, I sat next to it by a bonfire. There was a long period of silence after we sat down. I suppose even after watching it eat its fill, I was still afraid what those teeth could do to me if I offended when we were alone. So I waited for it to speak. And it said to me, "You know, I really like Jock Jams Vol. 6." It didn't expand on this. We sat in silence for several minutes, and then it told me it was time we should both be sleeping. Cursory research has indicated to me that Jock Jams was a series of work-out albums released by Tommy Boy Records in the mid to late 90s, numbered one through five. There is no Jock Jams Vol. 6. In 2001, an album called Jock Jams: The All Star Jock Jams was released, peaking at 188 in the charts. The next lowest peak is Jock Jams Vol. 5, at 51. The track listing for All Star Jock Jams appears unexceptional. I am unable to discern what it meant."13 […] End log. Excerpts from Report Three, 2017-10-20 Excerpts from Report Three, 2017-10-20 Day two inside KTE-6561-Parallax Blackchild. I woke to backlit tent-canvas, sound of laughter. and the sizzle of something on a griddle, which I took to indicate that at some point I slept. Useful information. I shared breakfast with my tent-neighbors, who consented to be interviewed. I asked them first how they got there; what brings, and what keeps, a person to and in KTE-6561-Parallax Blackchild. Their answers were mostly the same, and what I expected from reading the GOC reports. Most of them claimed to have nowhere else to go; arrest warrants, gangs, domestic abuse, political activism that drew the wrong attention, et cetera. One had more to say, however: "He brings people here. Like, when you don't know where to go, you can hear him, smell him, feel him. You follow that until you get here. I don't know how he knows, but he does. Maybe not for you all, but he did that for me." Is that KTE-6561-Black's power? He brings people towards him? For what? After hearing them all out, I made a joke along the lines of, "evidently, people who are being hunted are drawn to a man with the head of a wolf." They did not like that at all. I switched tracks to questioning I thought I'd get a more unified answer to: "What are you all doing here, then, other than hiding?" A cacophony exploded all around me. Virtually everybody had a different answer, and they weren't brief. […] "When I got here, there weren't any showers yet. We still don't have hot water, but I built a working system from scrap. Pressure isn't much, but the pipes are clean and sturdy. I could swear, I'd forgotten I knew how to do things like that." […] "First time I saw the big guy, I thought I was looking at the light of God hisself. Salvation. I thought he was going to teach me all about right and wrong and justice and charity and Jesus. But… he didn't really do any of that. He found a Bible nobody was using, and he gave me that. I swear, I read that whole book cover to cover without stopping to eat or sleep or piss. First time I've done that with any book my whole life. Didn't ever think I could. We didn't… don't… have a church here, not properly 'least, but I've been preaching from that bible in a clearing outside the camp every Sunday since. The big guy even comes, sometimes." […] "I feed everyone. I fed you. Last night. This morning. Everyone. Food is slim sometimes. I find a way. If you eat it on the island and I didn't cook it, I likely trained the person who did. I used to be a line cook. Now I'm this." […] "Honestly? I dig holes. I wasn't anything before I was here. I mean, I can pick a guy's pocket, I can talk my way into a house, things like that. But they don't want that here. Frankly, I didn't know what to do with myself until a week in. Somebody was walking the roads hollering, 'We need volunteers to help dig trenches so nothing floods,' and I picked up a shovel. Next time it rained, not one tent got wet inside. The camp kept getting bigger, and I kept digging. Gives me time to think about shit other than the times some day's country club member's wife got home." […] All of them seemed to, more or less, detail things which benefited the community at large. Could this be an effect of KTE-6561-Black? I'm not sure, and I don't think so. I think it's more that they can't afford to be very selfish. They're essentially trying to develop a functioning, livable environment from scratch. End log. Excerpts from Report Five, 2017-10-22 Excerpts from Report Five, 2017-10-22 I decided to visit KTE-6561-Black again. To try to understand. Everyone else on this entire island is working, day in, day out, and I'm still not clear what it does here except smile benevolently at the workers. I entered its tent. It was dressed only in cargo shorts, aside from wearing the face of a fox almost as big as the wolf it wore the first night. It spoke first. As soon as it saw me, it said my name like it had before. "Silvanus Ayers!" Warmth. Exuberance. Delight. As if it was pleasantly surprised to see me. I told it that everybody else I know calls me Silas, and it asked if that meant I would prefer it call me Silas, too. I don't know why, but I didn't know how to answer. I moved on to the subject I came to discuss. "What do you do here?" I said, "aside from wander and gossip?" That was all I had seen it do since the feast. It smiled at me. Wide. Sharp. "When I speak to the people of the island, I am doing as you do, only for different reasons." "What?" I said flatly. "What have you been doing since you came?" it said. "I'm researching an unknown threat to my organization, to find out how best to confront it," I said. "Succinct," it said. It looked that way when sometimes you see a picture of a fox and it's just a fox but you swear it thinks it knows something you don't. Infuriating. However, I kept cool. I asked it, "Would you mind if I accompanied you this afternoon, to understand better what you mean?" It laughed longer than something without a human mouth should be able to laugh. Then it agreed. […] It's brought me across all the island, twice. Everyone it talked to had some kind of problem with what they were doing, and it would just put his hand on their shoulders, look them in the eye, and tell them they would work things out. And every one of them seemed to believe it. Several of the problems were rooted in logistical errors and couldn't possibly be improvised around without appropriate materiel. They still believed. […] Back at its tent, it said to me, "do you understand now what I do here, Silvanus Ayers?" Back at its tent, I said to it, "no." End log. Excerpts from Report Seven, 2017-10-24 Excerpts from Report Seven, 2017-10-24. […] Today, I tried to ask the islanders what exactly they planned to do, when [if ever] they return home. Answers included: "I'd like to get certified as a substitute teacher." "I think I'd like to work in a food kitchen, honestly. Pass on the good." "I just really want to punch a Nazi as soon as I can leave."14 "Yeah. I'd like to punch a Nazi too. Longer term, I'd like to… Well, I'd like to be a medic at demonstrations." "I learned enough here to be certified as an electrician, at least according to the one we have. I'll do that once she has some more apprentices to help out here." "Aren't you basically a cop? I'm not telling." […] Almost everyone I asked had some plans of radical nature. Overwhelmingly, the populace is negative towards the American government, capitalism, and "the military-industrial complex both sustaining and feeding on those two evils." Despite this, it's important to note that this is by no means an army. Every person I met had their own plans, just like everything is done on this island. There's no central authority, and furthermore I don't see KTE-6561-Black ever talk to them much, let alone brainwash them. I admit it's an assumption, but if I were to guess, this isn't its effect. Everything points to them having already had these viewpoints. If anything, all this island does is make them able to act on them. […] End log. Excerpts from Report Eight, 2017-10-25 Excerpts from Report Eight, 2017-10-25 […] Today, I was tired of asking the same questions to the same people. So, I asked KTE-6561-Black if there was anyone else I could talk to about what was going on here. Anyone I hadn't met yet. It said yes. It brought me to tent not far from its own, with nothing of note in it except for a laptop computer. When it turned it on, it loaded directly to a full-screened chat client I couldn't identify, and displayed no other clear functions. And then I, we, talked. It let me print out a transcript. The_Throne_of_the_Third_Heaven_of_the_Nations'_Millennium_General_Assembly: Salutations, assembled members of Gamers Against Weed. hetcopogg: holy shit dude. hetcopogg: why are you still using that display name? The_Throne_of_the_Third_Heaven_of_the_Nations'_Millennium_General_Assembly: I have brought Sergeant Ayers, as requested. I will be surrendering this terminal to him presently. gaycopmp4: i have literally no idea how he even set it to be that long The_Throne_of_the_Third_Heaven_of_the_Nations'_Millennium_General_Assembly: I was instructed to 'just pick something you like.' I followed those instructions. The_Throne_of_the_Third_Heaven_of_the_Nations'_Millennium_General_Assembly has changed their nickname to greenmanwalking greenmanwalking: Uh. greenmanwalking: Hey. greenmanwalking: So, I have a lot of questions. lesbian_gengar: oh, we know. lesbian_gengar: but our questions come first. lesbian_gengar: first of all, why did he even invite you in there? greenmanwalking: That was actually the first question I had for you. hetcopogg: honestly, hetcopogg: i buy that. hetcopogg: i think he's just kind of like a dog, and does things arbitrarily. polaricecraps: but like more hetcopogg: yes. greenmanwalking: Was there a second question? lesbian_gengar: yeah, what do you want? why did you go there? greenmanwalking: Reconnaissance. I don't know if it plans to eat me or what, but if it actually lets me go, my superiors want a report about what I saw here. I'm under orders not to perform any hostile actions against the KTE for the duration of this mission. lesbian_gengar: so, he just invited a spy to the island, on purpose? greenmanwalking: I think so. harmpit: that prtety muc hchecks out gaycopmp4: yeah hetcopogg: yeah. polaricecraps: yeah fallout_meta.txt: yeah lesbian_gengar: fine. greenmanwalking: Is there another question? lesbian_gengar: are you under any other orders? greenmanwalking: Aside from basic information security? Not really. I'm not going to give you our reports on the KTE, or anything, though.151617 greenmanwalking: Next? lesbian_gengar: you can take a turn, now. greenmanwalking: Is there a specific reason your organization is involved with KTE-6561-Black? What do you do for it? What does it do for you? What does it do? lesbian_gengar: that's four turns. hetcopogg: he's family. greenmanwalking: Are you saying it's somebody's father, or something? fallout_meta.txt: I mean, not as far as we know, no. lesbian_gengar: 'not as far as we know'? fallout_meta.txt: I don't know. It's old, and I don't know how it works. You can never tell. greenmanwalking: Okay. But what does it get by having you around, and what do you need him for? lesbian_gengar: nope. that's all you get for now. try asking him. Then, the laptop shut down on its own. I assume it was exclusively for dramatic effect, since 6561 gave me this transcript later. Anyway, KTE-6561-Black was waiting outside the tent for me to be done. "I think they liked you," it said. I could not gauge its sincerity. We walked back uphill to its tent. Nobody else was there. I asked it the obvious question. "Why are you working with the Reefers18?" It replied, "why do you seek shelter in the night?" I was taken aback. Again, I could not tell if it was serious. I replied, "you very well know why. If I didn't, I would die. Be it from the elements or other people." It nodded, then asked, "why do you drink water?" I put my palms to my temples and replied, "I need to, or I would die. Do you not need that? Do you truly not know?" It nodded once more before saying, "So too do I need protection from the world, and so too do I need refreshment. Organizations like yours choke the life out of miracles like mine. Yours, with bullets. The other, with boxes. I will wither away even faster than they think. Now, in times of hardship, when you find yourself at end, what do you do?" It was leading me on, but I couldn't stop just because of that. "I think." I paused. "And if I need, I ask a friend's aid." It nodded a third time. "Your kind, the kind of your organization, are forming alliances, reaching out across the globe, making or taking friendships by turns. I do not wish to die. So I sought aid." Its face looked earthy, narrow, almost like a coyote. "But why the Reefers? Why not the Serpent's Hand or something? They already protect things like you on principle," I said. It looked at me with a serious gaze, pausing a moment before replying. "If you were to find a berry in the woods, would you eat it? If you were to find a stream, would you drink of it? The Librarians, and their kind, are like you. Hands without body. There is no Serpent. They act to preserve anything magic as if that word meant anything. As if because something is made of magic, it is worth saving. There is no mind behind their motions. Like you. I have older enemies than your organization. The Librarians draw no line between us. Like you." I'm not saying it convinced me it was right in half a minute of speaking, but that wasn't quite the perspective I expected. I guess that's notable. "But why the Reefers?" I repeated. "Why indeed?" […] End log. Excerpts from Report Ten, 2017-10-27 Excerpts from Report Ten, 2017-10-27 I spent all of morning and all of the lunch period interviewing people I haven't spoken to before. Anyone I could find. I wasn't going to ask them about themselves or the island or the space hiding it. I needed to know about KTE-6561-Black. I needed to know what it did and where it came from. But the people in this place are infuriating. I ask them, "What does the wolf guy do?" and they tell me "nothing," "he's kind of like a village elder," "dog stuff," "he just kind of chills, I think, and then you chill with him and you're chill together." I watched them work while we spoke. They were talented. Nothing on this island seemed definitively Occult except KTE-6561-Black and KTE-6561-Parallax Blackchild, but I don't think anyone could have said they weren't gifted. Even if half of them were working on hopeless projects. I watched clever hands and clever minds fail to achieve their goals because they don't have the tools or supplies they need. Sometimes it looked like they didn't even know what they were missing. I always did, but I always kept quiet, because telling them would be treason.19 But it's meaningless to me, it doesn't make sense. It's not building an army. They're, it's, not building anything. It hardly ever gives out orders except to curtail violence in the camp. Every person here is just acting on their own. Nobody gets paid anything, but nobody does anything they don't want to, either. Does it attract a specific kind of person? What's the common thread? And how did it produce KTE-6561-Parallax Blackchild if that's all it is? I saw it by chance, sitting outside his tent, just waiting there in its ridiculous giant loincloth and nothing else in October outfit20. It wasn't doing anything. It squinted at me with greyhound eyes, unspeaking, sweat glistening everywhere below its head. I couldn't even bring myself to go up to him. I only walked past without a word. I had to go think, for once. […] I've been trying to work out what kind of effect this place is having on me. What talking to that wolf in human's clothing is doing to me. I can't tell. I don't feel how I did when I was at home. I keep remembering wanting things. Things for my life. Things for the world. Things I forgot were important to me. I like cooking for other people. I like watching things grow. When I was a kid in Ohio, I liked looking at all the carvings in the cathedral my family went to. I loved the gargoyles, the grotesques, the green men, the saints. I loved wondering what they would really be like if I met them. I don't know if the KTE is doing something to my thoughts or not. I'm not trained for this. I'm not sure I like working in an armory. […] End log. Report Eleven, in Full, 2017-10-28 Report Eleven, in Full, 2017-10-28 I went to go find KTE-6561-Black first thing this morning. I woke up well before the sun. It woke up well before that. It was just sitting cross-legged in front of its tent, waiting for me. Its head was dark. Long-nosed. High-eared. If it had a scale, I'd almost believe it was waiting there to weigh my heart. It didn't speak first this time. It didn't shout my name, or smile, or rise to meet me. So this time I started. I said, "I will not leave until you tell me why you are working for the Reefers." "Why do you seek still? What do you think you will find?" it said. It didn't have an expression. Not even the weird dog kind it usually had. I felt tired. I had been here eleven days doing nothing but looking for information about it. I felt too tired not to play its game. "Answers," I said. "You have answers." it said, as if I didn't already expect that. But then it said, "I have yet questions to give. Yet have I one for now: What happens if you find the answer you seek?" "Then I move forward," I said. It was a simple answer. Intuitive. Its ear twitched. That was the first expression I got from the conversation. I waited to find out if I gave the right answer or not. Perhaps it didn't have a scale, but for a moment I certainly believed I might not walk away from this with an undevoured heart. It opened its eyes, looking into mine. Into my soul. My heart. Beating. I couldn't count its beats. The moment enveloped, and then it closed its eyes once more. "Very well." It reached for its left arm bracer and removed it. There was a tattoo underneath it, but it quickly passed out of view. I felt ill. It felt wrong. Something was wrong. It slipped a paper card out and handed it to me. Holy Heck! You've just found yourself your very own Mr. Destiny by Gamers Against Weed! You are about to be asked a very important question. Who are you? Collect them all and become Mr. Gamer! 01. Mr. Literal Serial Killer 02. Mr. Normie 03. Mr. Bernie Sanders 04. Mr. Get Anything For Free In Any Shop 20. Mr. Sex Number 21. Mr. Heavenly Virtues 22. Mr. Deadly Sins 23. Mr. Original Character 24. Mr. D.A.R.E. 25. Mrs. Gentrification 26. Ms. Mad About Video Games 27. Mr. Meme 28. Mr. Ominous (discontinued) 29. Mr. Destiny ✔ 30. Mr. Monty Python And The Holy Grail 31. Ms. Zapatista 32. Mr. Hax 33. Mr. Just Has The Tattoo 34. Mr. Top Text and Mr. Bottom Text 35. Mr. Finale I felt like I'd just been handed a joke. This is what they meant when they called each other family? KTE-6561-Black is just one of the Reefers' asinine little prank men? What was its trick? I clutched my hands to my head, breathing labored. What was its trick, and did I fall for it? I was under no doubt I was losing my composure. I wasn't trained to keep my composure. I hated it. I slowly moved my hands to the dirt, pushing against it as I tried calming my breath, and looked up at KTE-6561-Black. "So. When are you going to do something weird to a computer? When are you going to dazzle LiveJournal with my story?" I said. This was how KTE-6561-Black looked at me: not as a fox, or a coyote, or a wolf. It looked like my neighbor's border terrier from when I was fourteen. It looked like she looked the last, second-to-last time I ever saw her. It was the same face both times. The second-to-last time, I was mad at my parents and my neighbor let me stay the night at his house. She was was full of energy all of the time; loved to play. I spent that whole night crying on my neighbor's couch and she spent the whole night calmly in my lap giving me this serious, concerned look. This look like she knew exactly what I was going through. Like she always had, and always would. She got me through that night looking for all the world to me that she would live on forever. And then a week later she… didn't. I just had my fifteenth birthday and gotten my learner's permit. My father took me on a drive around the block. She ran out into the road after something, I think. I hit her. She wasn't okay. My dad told everyone he was driving at the time so I wouldn't have to look our neighbor in the eye and tell him the truth. I watched her die and she gave me that same look the whole time. I could feel how young she was for a dog; that she should have lived another dozen years at least. That was how KTE-6561-Black looked at me. I could feel how old it was. I could feel how alive it was. It told me, "I have two very important things to give you, Silvanus Ayers. Both answers. First; I do not do a trick with a computer. I am the thing that lives in your heart that pushes you forward when you have to do something you don't know how to do." I think I wanted to believe him, just then. "Second;" it said, "my sources tell me LiveJournal has been out of common use for a great deal of time." I… laughed. I'm not sure I'm allowed to do that while representing the GOC in front of a KTE. I tried to stop myself and it made it worse. It started laughing with me, and that made it even worse. I hunched over. It did too. I leaned into it for support, like I would if I was laughing with someone I knew really well. My brother or my father or my neighbor with the dog. It felt like I was with someone like that. I don't know why I felt like that. I left immediately after coming down. I took the paper with me back to my own tent, down the hill. I stayed there for hours, not sleeping, not reading, not listening. I was angry at myself, I am. I had other questions, and I forgot them like a fool. In exchange for laughter. I was not, am not prepared to be the kind of GOC soldier who makes friends with KTEs. There is a trick somewhere. I just have to find it. End log. Report Twelve, in Full, 2017-10-29 Report Twelve, in Full, 2017-10-29 The next time I left my tent was morning. There was a laptop sitting outside, facing my tent's flap. I opened it up. I was already logged in to whatever chat client the Reefers use. I had a message. hetcopogg: hey hetcopogg: the others don't want me to do this but i want to talk to you about the big guy. hetcopogg: i was the first one to meet him. he walked right into my dorm room. we were supposed to be summoning him, but i thought he'd just… appear. he walked in through my door instead. hetcopogg: some of the others have met him in person, but i'm the one who spent the most time with him. i had to get him all the way from ohio to wisconsin in my car. something about easily-foldable space. we had to hide him. it had to be me who brought him because i'm normal. i don't know how it works. greenmanwalking: So? hetcopogg: we talked a lot in the car. he told me stories about killing a flesh demon. i talked to him about my mom; how i want to see her more in case something happens like with my roommate's mom. he talked to me about how he had an immortal blood brother who was trapped forever in a stone circle that he missed too. hetcopogg: i told him about how i made another one of him, once. i told him about how she calls me her mother and i love her but she's almost as old as i am and i'm not ready to be a mother, like, the normal way. he told me that when he killed that flesh demon, there were dozens, hundreds of people who worshiped it who had nowhere to go now. he said they were going to die if that demon was still alive, but he still took away everything they had. some of them were angry at him. a lot of them made him their new god. he told me you can't really control how other people think of you or what that makes you become. he said he stayed with them until they learned how to write their own faith. he didn't tell them he was a god, or a demon, or a hero. he just stayed there. that helped. hetcopogg: i talked to him about how i was thinking of changing majors because i don't know what i really want to do when i'm like, a real grown-up. there's so many important things out there. he told me that every day he used to run across the sky chasing the sun from dawn to dusk so that the days would pass. he said he hunted the sun day after day for times beyond counting. he told me one day he stopped, and the sun found another way to move across the sky. hetcopogg: he told me that as long as you're doing the right that you can, you just have to have faith that others will too. hetcopogg: i think i believe him. hetcopogg: i think you should believe him, too. greenmanwalking: I'll take it under advisement. I closed the laptop. I took a walk. I didn't come back for a long time. End log. Excerpts from Report Thirteen, 2017-10-30 Excerpts from Report Thirteen, 2017-10-30 Time to talk to KTE-6561-Black again. Put it off too long. Silly. A few minutes talking to some stranger on a laptop and I spend the rest of the day sulking alone in the forest. I'm not sixteen any more. In fact, according to KTE-6561-Black, Livejournal is dead and it can't hurt me now. Fuck. I'm going to find whiteout for that. I'm going to find fucking chemical bleach. I'm. I can't write how I'm supposed to. Maybe I will again when I come home to Calvary. […] "Look, even if they're your family, even if they made you, why wouldn't you line yourself up with the Librarians? The… whoever-the-fuck labs. Someone bigger than the Reefers21" I asked it. "Do you ponder why blood, not sand, runs through your veins? In that way, they are unlike you. They have minds, governing bodies. You have… hierarchy, rules, structures, principles, protocols. You move on orders set in stone decades ago. They are alive. You may bleed, but as sand too flows, you are not living in the hours you spend in their fortress. The Librarians are the same. They could have carved this space into the shape I needed, too, or I could have just hid in their Library. It would have been much easier than the process we went through to secure this place, and it would not have been unpleasant; anything my age visits their bleak Library sooner or later, and I have enjoyed some afternoons reading in between the worlds. Everything would be just so, and I would be master of my dominion, and in that moment I would fall over dead. The Librarians would send me readers. Endless readers. Sorcerers. Magicians. Rippers of reality. Twisters of time. Still-mortal aspirants. Those who want to know all of the knowledge there is in each of all of the worlds there are. Some of them could even find it. It would be easier for them if I helped." "And this would kill you?" I said. "As suffocation would you. This would destroy everything I am. They would do nothing with that knowledge, or else live as gods. They would not contribute to history. I would slowly choke myself breathing their rarefied air. Gamers Against Weed, despite their ill-chosen name, send to me refugees, convicts, political dissidents, religious pilgrims. These people do not come for me to make them powerful. They come to me because they want to change who they are and the world they live in, or else they come to be safe. I respect both motives. History has always belonged to those driven by these needs, and I have survived this long by believing in the flow of time." it said. "The young will teach the calcified to live again, or else bury them. And besides, these ones are family, and I have waited for a very long time to meet my family," it added. Here is an easy trick if you want to gain the upper hand in a conversation: rehearse exactly what you want to say beforehand to somebody with vastly less complete knowledge than yours. It is overwhelming and nearly impossible to respond to. KTE-6561-Black knows this trick. I thought about my answer for a few minutes. I stood there in front of him, quiet, trying to find the words. Eventually, I just walked away. It didn't follow me. Report Fourteen, in Full, 2017-10-31 Report Fourteen, in Full, 2017-10-31 I've walked all over this island. Kenowhere. They call it Kenowhere. They don't call it KTE-6561-Parallax Blackchild. I've spoken to everyone I can find. Interrogated them. Looking for discrepancies. Signs these people don't want to be here, or wouldn't want to if they knew what was going on. Looking for a conspiracy. Avoiding KTE-6561-Black. Mr. Destiny. I noticed a lot of things. I noticed there's not enough food around to celebrate Halloween with candy. I noticed some of the people here were children. I noticed maybe one tent in five was sufficient for winter use. I noticed their diesel is already low. I noticed they have maybe a quarter as many jackets and blankets in their communal storage as they have residents. I noticed that that really bothered me. I haven't found anything incriminating. I could detail it. I could write logs of every interview I conducted, every stone I turned over, but I don't think it would matter any more. One of the men who spoke to me told me that without Kenowhere, he'd be dead. I already knew that was true for many residents. Almost everyone came here to escape something. He told me that wasn't what he meant. He told me that making sure it didn't disappear was what he worked towards, that if Camp Kenowhere disappeared tomorrow, he would be dead. I don't think he's wrong. I don't think he's the only one. I don't think a lot of things I thought when this month started. End log. Report Fifteen, in Full, 2017-11-1 Report Fifteen, in Full, 2017-11-1 I suppose I should keep this going for consistency's sake, if nothing else. I'm walking up to Destiny's tent. This time, I know what I'm going to say before I get there. It's not going to be long, but I think he'll like it. I enter the tent. He looks at me, waits for me to speak first again. "I don't need you," I say to him. "I have a life, a job, a family. My life has meaning and I wasn't about to lose any of those things when I came here," I say. "Correct," he says. "You need me, though," I say. "Correct," he says. End log. Mr. Destiny is an extraordinary member of the Misters Against Weed, created by Gamers Against Weed members harmpit, jockjamsvol6, polaricecraps, fallout_meta.txt, and hetcopogg, on the eleventh day of January, 2016, but estimated to have retroactively existed prior to this event for a period of at least 13,000 years. This was unintentional. Additionally to possessing apparent immortality, extreme physical aptitude, and an inconsistently-described canid head on its shoulders, and a tattoo on its outer right thigh reading MR. DESTINY, BY GAMERS AGAINST WEED, it has the ability to influence other intelligences towards paths in life that they display a high aptitude for, or are able to achieve a great deal of influence in. According to its own claims, it can only 'push' people to live up to their higher impulses. It claims to be able to see what these are, to some degree. It claims to wish to see all persons live up to their highest potential. The following is an interview with Mr. Destiny's creators regarding their process. bones: Begin interview. polaricecraps: what, just like that? you're supposed to ask a question, big guy fallout_meta.txt: It's obvious, isn't it? We explain what our idea was. JJ should start us off. jockjamsvol6: I see some things as a founding member that bother me, sometimes. Not as many as you see, bones, because I can't read all of it, but a lot of the people who come to us aren't really happy. A lot of them basically have superpowers and they still aren't happy. Their lives aren't easy; usually because someone else is making it hard. I think we help make their lives a little happier, at least, and I like that, but sometimes it's like they don't even know how to be happy, you know? That's one of the things that bothers me. jockjamsvol6: It's not like I feel guilty for being how I am, or like I want penance for being lucky, but I wanted to see if we could use my magic in a Mister somehow, but like, spread it. I wanted to see if we could make something that would share what it's like to be me. So people could see not everything has to be hard. Not everything has to hurt. I wanted to use the Mr. Destiny name we came up with because I wanted it to be something to show people things don't have to stay how they are. jockjamsvol6: I didn't expect we could transfer the whole effect but I thought if we used me as a blueprint to build somebody else, maybe we could change it enough to share it. Maybe even a little could be enough to change someone's point of view; maybe not make them happy, but show them what happy is. What it looks like. I started talking to pic and fallout_meta.txt about that. polaricecraps: he talked to me about it because im awesome fallout_meta.txt: Essentially. JJ brought me in because when he brought it up, I started thinking of how my antique-creation affects history; changes cause and effect, just a little. I thought maybe that would help. jockjamsvol6: It sounded really smart so I invited them to a sub-chat to talk about it. We talked about it a lot without coming up with a way to do it until harmpit logged on. harmpit's rearrangement thing; that made it work. Mostly. harmpit: itts not har dto rearrange things lik theat. we jjust needed the rright ideas. ww had them. jockjamsvol6: Once we had everyone in place, things started to work out, mostly. bones: Mostly? jockjamsvol6: Well, we (and Dahlia) made the guy, but shitty things happen to him. Like, all the time. It's like our poles are reversed. Shitty things happen around him constantly. It's surreal for me to watch.22 But he's always ready for them. Like he's whoever he has to be to make the shitty thing go away instead of things outside him changing for him. fallout_meta.txt: It's kind of like it knows what's going to happen before it does, somewhere inside. It changes its face to be whoever it needs to be. polaricecraps: but we got the other part right bones: How so? polaricecraps: like, yeah, he doesn't make people lucky like jj, like how he's not lucky like jj either, but that thing he does do happens to whoever is around him, too. people change like he does when they're around him. its like when youre around him you can see through this veil into what youre supposed to be doing, and he can just see through it all the time. fallout_meta.txt: That seems to be the reason why it's so old. Some historical data I've found suggests that when we made him, I fucked up the causality part. Unless I made it work by binding it to the only thing that worked. I'm not completely sure. I've never handled that much substance at once. We seem to have made him across all times where people were thinking about their purpose. That seems to be the thread that ties him to the world. If you could share certain data from the lower paleolithic with me, I should be able to make a confirmation. bones: Data archiving was not my function. polaricecraps: it is right now, isnt it? bones: Inquiries will be made. Please continue. What were the roles of polaricecraps and hetcopogg in the creation of Mr. Destiny? polaricecraps: i pakooshed it. bones: 'Pakooshed' it? polaricecraps: i sent the idea from jj to fallout boy to harmpit so they could all do their steps. hetcopogg: they needed me there to line up the astral geometry, or something. triangulate it. they said if pic wasn't out of washington for winter in fucking Yorkshire they could have just made a square but instead i had to close the loop. polaricecraps: so that i could pakoosh it. hetcopogg: so that you could pakoosh it. bones: I see. What happened after this? hetcopogg: he walked into the little summoning circle pic had me draw in my dorm room. bones: He walked, or he appeared? hetcopogg: no, like, he walked in through my locked door with no shirt on and stood in a circle of salt i laid down on my carpet. polaricecraps: i told you to lay down painter's paper or something below the salt. bones: Unnecessary digression. Please continue, hetcopogg. hetcopogg: we talked for a long time about how he got there, what he came for, how many girls in my dorm had seen him, who he was, who i was, and if he was dangerous. once i decided it was safe, i offered to let him sit on my bed while i called everyone else on discord to yell at them for half an hour. jockjamsvol6: She did do this. harmpit: yeaah fallout_meta.txt: That is correct. polaricecraps: yep. jockjamsvol6: Fallout came up with the theory that trying to meddle with time too much made our guy exist across all of our time, or at least for as long as our conception of time, during that half hour. I don't think the rest of us said much except for "sorry." harmpit: tthats' still our running theoery. fallout_meta.txt: He's definitely very old. It's possible that creating him changed history in ways too vast to even speculate about. It's also possible that until we made him he just slid in by the cracks of what was already happening, and he's only alive now, or maybe sliding through the cracks is all he does. bones: Do you have evidence for any of these theories to present? fallout_meta.txt: Unfortunately, no. Either he's going to change history now, or not. We'll have a better idea at that point. Due to existence of several organizations dealing in containing or neutralizing the supernatural, and Mr. Destiny's substantial age, it has attracted numerous enemies over time, human and otherwise. It was the determination of the organization Gamers Against Weed to protect our creation from those enemies. In order to do so, efforts were organized by members polaricecraps, gaycopmp4, fallout_meta.txt, jockjamsvol6, harmpit, and lesbian_gengar to erase an island in Lake Michigan close to the city of Kenosha, WI from history and cut off physical and sensory contact between the island and its exterior, allowing it to serve as potent hiding place. Since this time, the island, dubbed 'Kenowhere' (its original name has been lost) has become a refuge for multiple other associates of Mr. Destiny and Gamers Against Weed, establishing something of a loose community led by Mr. Destiny. Access to the island of Kenowhere can be negotiated by any member of Gamers Against Weed by petitioning jockjamsvol6, hetcopogg, or Gamers Against Weed associate, greenmanwalking, Steward and Seneschal of Kenowhere. Certain other members of Gamers Against Weed have the authority to approve access, but have not volunteered to assume that responsibility at this time. Please consult this hub immediately prior to contacting anyone regarding desired access, as the list is subject to rotation. The following is an interview between this archivist and Mr. Destiny itself, concerning its thoughts on our association with it: bones: Thank you for agreeing to conduct this interview. The_Throne_of_the_Third_Heaven_of_the_Nations'_Millennium_General_Assembly: Think nothing of it. bones: It has been requested that I advise you to change your display name to something shorter for the purposes of this interview. The_Throne_of_the_Third_Heaven_of_the_Nations'_Millennium_General_Assembly: Your advice is well-noted. bones: How old are you, by your own estimation? The_Throne_of_the_Third_Heaven_of_the_Nations'_Millennium_General_Assembly: As old as the oldest word for 'fate,' I think. bones: Would you be able to convert this estimate to into years of the Gregorian calendar? The_Throne_of_the_Third_Heaven_of_the_Nations'_Millennium_General_Assembly: No. bones: Why do you choose to associate so closely with the organization Gamers Against Weed? There are indications that you have a number of other powerful allies throughout the world, capable of concealing you from your enemies. The_Throne_of_the_Third_Heaven_of_the_Nations'_Millennium_General_Assembly: Perhaps I felt that it was not enough to be protected from the world if I could not speak to it. Once I cannot speak, people will forget I am here, and then I will not be here. Perhaps I have grown sentimental in this age, and come to believe that the best protection comes from family. The_Throne_of_the_Third_Heaven_of_the_Nations'_Millennium_General_Assembly: However, I expect that if I have become sentimental and foolish in this age, that is what I will need to be to live through it. bones: Do you believe that your close association with Gamers Against Weed places our organization in danger, given the enemies you claim to have? The_Throne_of_the_Third_Heaven_of_the_Nations'_Millennium_General_Assembly: It would be nicer if that were true. That would have an easier solution. You have all been in danger ever since you first met. I, too, hope to protect my family. bones: Which dangers do you feel Gamers Against Weed is threatened by, and how do you believe you can protect it? The_Throne_of_the_Third_Heaven_of_the_Nations'_Millennium_General_Assembly: You took a step into a wider world when you banded together as a group. Separately, maybe three or four of you are powers. They, you, would have been able to defend yourselves adequately against the things which lurk. You were merely small targets with considerable abilities. Something like what I used to be. There are dangers in becoming involved in the world, but the only predator that truly hunts your former kind — our former kind —, is loneliness. You escaped that creature. You banded together more of the outcast, the strange, the cheerless, and you made them cheerful, safe, belonging to something. You made something happy where there was nothingness. You made yourself the kind of player that the larger players notice. Because I laud your courage in this action, I wish to offer you foresight. I wish to offer you the will to act. These are what you will need to protect your group. Knowledge of the existence of Mr. Destiny and the island of Kenowhere is under no circumstances to be released to non-members of Gamers Against Weed, even established associates, except by bluntfiend, jockjamsvol6, greenmanwalking, lesbian_gengar or with the explicit approval of one of the aforementioned. This is a very real matter of security. Do not hint that you know about this outside of secure channels. Everything in this hub is dangerous information, but as a contributing member of Gamers Against Weed, it is your right to know it. Material Requirements, by greenmanwalking Foreword First thing first: not everyone on this island is an adult. I believe in this place, but the only reason I can do that is I know why each of these children are here and I know they have worse chances outside. With that said, the island isn't equipped to handle the educational needs of children, or even clothe them. Anything you want to send here should prioritize things children need, most of all. From most to least important: Clothing Not many of us came here with more than one or two changes of clothes, if that, and kids grow. We need: Any kid's clothes you can get your hands on, especially warm ones. Goose down is ideal. Most types of textile materials. Yarn, wool, felt, cotton, silk, canvas, linen, everything. Our tailors are good, but not good enough to make something out of nothing. Durable clothing. Every kind. Denim, flannel, leather, anything thick and sturdy. Of these, we especially need materials more than finished clothing so that we can mend damaged items. It doesn't matter how much clothes we have if we can't wear them without busting them. Medicine This isn't as immediate a concern as clothing at the moment, but it's inevitably our most persistent concern. There's no way around it unless one of you can cure fevers and broken bones with magic and you want to just, live here. We'd be fine with that. We have qualified physicians, nurses, and one surgeon, but we need: Pretty much every single medicine on the World Health Organization Lists of Essential Medicines. Medical dressings. Syringes and needles. Scalpels. If you can get your hands on it, an autoclave would work wonders for us. Medical tubing and IV bags. Gloves (I am begging you to follow that thought you have alone in a doctor's office that says "I could take a box of gloves before anyone gets here and nobody would know." You have a reason now). Imaging equipment. I know this one is the most difficult. Not everyone can lift an MRI machine. But if you can, we need all kinds of imaging equipment, and badly. Antibiotic soap. Almost anything you can think of. Currently, there are a lot of emergencies we have no option except to send someone off-island to address, and it's a massive headache every time we have to break transit schedules. We've had no deaths so far. I intend to keep this true for as long as possible. Energy While we do have some capacity to produce energy by burning wood, wood gas, and some limited renewable energy sources like a small watermill. For the rest, we need: Diesel and gasoline. Simplest to get, simple to use. Solar panels. There has been a solar power network in construction since before I arrived, but its progress stalled due to a lack of panels. It's laid out, aligned, and ready to plug the photovoltaic cells in and turn on, only we still haven't got those. Structural metals like steel and titanium. Copper. All kinds. Wire, plates, it's all useful. Electrical cable, again, all kinds. Ideally we'll have a few miles of general use cabling at hand for whatever we need. Decent size general purpose generators. We can make them, but we can't beat factory made. Polymer wind turbine blades. Please contact me if: You're able to transfer energy from one location to another instantaneously. You're able to make all the wind blow onto the island from one side (without affecting the weather outside the anomaly). You're able to supply a significant or stable amount of any of the above materials. Our productive capacity depends on our energy supply. We really, really need to make sure we meet what we need. Shelter Most of us are still living out of tents. We made it through the last winter that way, but personally? I didn't enjoy it. Plus, temperature regulation was a nightmare. We have a lot of wood, and we have a few permanent log structures now, but ideally we'll be able to make much better, sturdier structures with the right supplies. Current needs include: Cement. Galvanized, corrugated iron and/or asphalt shingles suitable for roofing. Rebar and every kind of fastener. If you find it, we can use it. Drywall. Copper piping. Tarps and space blankets, if nothing else. You can find most of these at home improvement stores, but distribution warehouses have more. You can sometimes steal these things off of trucks (Please do not attempt this if you have no idea how to get away with it and just want to help). But make sure to be conscientious of which companies you steal from. Food Most of our food production is done on-island, but we still need some basics to truly subsist and thrive out here. Main things we need include: Modern float sheet glass, for constructing greenhouses. Fertilizer. Nitrogen fixing by beans only goes so far. Pigs (quadruped). We don't have the kind of open areas necessary to graze goats, sheep, or cattle, but pigs thrive in the forest. Cold-resistant saplings (apples, cherries, etc.). Seasoning and hot sauce. Any seasoning you can get your hands on. Cheese and other dairy products. These are hands down the most requested food items. Meat, any kind you can find. Salt. Indispensable as a condiment but crucial as a preservative. Books We have all the computers you could ask for, but we can't spend all our time in a computer lab. But we also have a dearth of print media. To address this, here's what we'd need: Textbooks, above all else. Especially for children's education. Technical manuals. General reference books, especially for information not easily found on the internet. Novels, comics, and other "leisurely" medias. We're still humans here. For these, look for rummage sales. Look for libraries disposing of old stock. Steal a crate off an Amazon truck, if you're the kind of person who can. Electronics After everything I said about needing energy, I need to make one more thing clear. We do not need more computers. Strictly, we have more people than computers on the island and not everyone can have their own personal computer, and I know to some of you the idea of going without a personal computer is ghastly, but I promise you, there are more important things. Every desktop computer you send us (and it's usually bulky desktops) requires somewhere to sit that's accessible, cool, sheltered, dry, and has running power. We have three computer labs. I supervised the construction of two of them. It's rare that any of them is more than half occupied at once. We don't have time to build more space to put computers in right now, and smartphones fill most of functions many of us would otherwise need a computer for. What we do need is: Replacement parts for those computers (we have them; they're not going to waste). All the electrical components you can manage getting your hands on. Copper wiring. A lot. Solder. Make certain you get the lead kind, it's vital for making sure our equipment doesn't break because of bad joins. There are various small electronics, telecommunications, and radar systems that require regular upkeep, but if you send us enough components, wiring, and solder, we can do a lot more than you think. Concluding note This list is subject to change as we develop further, and will be routinely updated to better reflect our needs. If you have something you think we'd need, send me or hetcopogg a message to see if we need it. We can not afford to make unnecessary supply drops. Make sure to check back to see if things have changed regularly, and thank you for the support. Physical Anomaly Maintenance, by polaricecraps (organized and titled by bones) How It Works polaricecraps: so like polaricecraps: for how it works. polaricecraps: shit so like. fuck. imagine dropping a chunk of lead through a bit of saran wrap polaricecraps: the wrap holds for a bit and then snaps, but the chunk takes a bit of the wrap with it polaricecraps: then imagine that where the thing broke gets healed, but for both things polaricecraps: like it closes so theres no holes anymore polaricecraps: so that the saran wrap is fine and the chunk of lead is now covered in saran wrap. polaricecraps: fuck. like, in other words polaricecraps: its like when you put a bubble wand in solution, blow a bubble, and the solution forms a film on the bubble wand again, even though there's a bubble polaricecraps: but like instead of a wand its just another really fuckin big bubble. polaricecraps: its like a bubble travelling inside another bubble when stuff isnt supposed to get in polaricecraps: and when shit IS supposed to get in its just like polaricecraps: itself inside of the bubble. Bubble Integrity polaricecraps: so one of the fuckin problems with doing this is polaricecraps: if you know how the fuck bubbles work polaricecraps: theyre very very easy to manage when theyre small polaricecraps: and theyre very very very hard to keep still when theyre fuckin huge polaricecraps: it fuckin blows with the wind, with whatever current. polaricecraps: in other fuckin words polaricecraps: imagine like. polaricecraps: youre on a beach polaricecraps: and youre trying to keep a circle in the sand as good as you can polaricecraps: but its fuckin windy as shit polaricecraps: shit keeps blowing polaricecraps: and you gotta constantly watch out for where the sand blows over polaricecraps: to keep the circle goin polaricecraps: thats what im doing. polaricecraps: and frankly its fuckin not good when im not there. polaricecraps: the bubbles still up but it gets wildstyle shaped polaricecraps: because i gotta fuckin sleep. polaricecraps: so ideally polaricecraps: we get another fuckin two to keep watch on the the bubble polaricecraps: we get another fuckin two to help keep that bubble a circle polaricecraps: shit polaricecraps: we get another fuckin two to keep that bubble a sphere polaricecraps: and we should be fuckin set. smooth as shit. Illusion Maintenence polaricecraps: second fuckin issue at hand. polaricecraps: we dont really give a shit if they know what the island looks like polaricecraps: they know what the island looks like polaricecraps: they got paper fuckin maps. too fuckin many for us to know about all of em. polaricecraps: what they DONT know is how many fuckers are here polaricecraps: and the shit we built. polaricecraps: we consciously choose things to let in polaricecraps: except like. polaricecraps: i dont think its really clear how hard this shit is polaricecraps: do you know how fuckin hard it is to let in like polaricecraps: light? polaricecraps: fuckin almost all radiation? polaricecraps: not only that but we gotta keep some kinds from getting out polaricecraps: life energy and fuckin other bullshit like that. polaricecraps: so far weve fuckin gotten along real well with some real weird bullshit polaricecraps: so for the fuckin keeping things in its simple, its like a faraday cage or some shit polaricecraps: for the other shit… polaricecraps: you know how in photoshop you can use the area around something to fix a blemish and it makes it look like it's continuous. spot heal polaricecraps: outside the area it just looks like that. polaricecraps: the radiation, light warps to look like that polaricecraps: takes energy, conscious effort. polaricecraps: i set that shit up, its part of the bubble n shit polaricecraps: but harmpit's the one who keeps it going. polaricecraps: kinda. polaricecraps: harmpit's gotta fuckin sleep too. polaricecraps: so when harmpit goes down polaricecraps: very very fuckin slowly polaricecraps: its like parts of the island pop up in the spot heal. polaricecraps: muddy and shitty, but still very worrying polaricecraps: if somethin ever were to happen to harmpit polaricecraps: we fuckin lose it. polaricecraps: and they start seein shit. polaricecraps: we cant have that. polaricecraps: we need, we really need like at least one other person polaricecraps: preferrably two polaricecraps: who arent the two for the bubble shit. Final Thought polaricecraps: so listen polaricecraps: i know how it sounds polaricecraps: but at least one of you fuckin bastards knows what the fuck i meant here. polaricecraps: and if anyone did polaricecraps: please fuckin message me. polaricecraps: help us obi wan kenobi polaricecraps: you old fuckin bastard Information Security, by gaycopmp4 and lesbian_gengar First of all, don't mention Kenowhere. Like, anywhere outside our own servers, on devices that have been confirmed as secure. Don't say it out loud unless you're on the island or you're in a place that's been checked for surveillance. Since we can't check everyone's house one by one, that probably means don't say it inside your home, workplace, or local shopping or entertainment center. Same general rules as anything we make, but this one is really serious. We're lucky that the name that stuck ended up sounding like you're just talking about Kenosha, Wisconsin, but they wouldn't call it that if people around the globe actually had a good reason to talk about Kenosha, Wisconsin. As far as we know, neither Janitor nor Tankfucker actually know what we call the place, but that's a layer of security we want to keep. If they notice that we even have a name for the place, we're in trouble. Second, don't talk about Kenowhere on main GAW servers. Seriously. Only on the one we have set up for this. You can mention it in passing, but don't describe it. If there's a security breach to one of our regular servers, we lose a lot, but the people on the island don't suffer for it if we're not stupid. If you see a message on a main server that mentions Kenowhere get deleted as fast as it shows up, it's not subliminal messaging or a trick; bones is doing its job. Try to avoid making its job harder. Speaking of subliminal messages and tricks, though, if you have a way to encourage people not to think of what we did at Kenowhere as important, strange, or worth looking into through some kind of perceptual woo, contact me (lesbian_gengar) and we'll talk about how to work it into the system of illusions already in place without interference. If you have a way to shield telecommunications beyond the security layers already in place, or to prevent online data collection regarding Mr. Destiny or the anomaly, contact me (gaycopmp4) and first we'll talk about why you didn't tell me that for regular security reasons already, and second we'll talk about how to integrate your security measures with the ones already in place. It would be especially nice if somebody could figure out a way for people on the island to call people outside safely except on that one phone somebody just left there in a Christmas gift package with a note that said "It's lonely where you are, take this." It would be especially especially nice if whoever did that would fess up and explain how they pulled it off. Transit Information and a final note on the Destiny Anomaly, by greenmanwalking and hetcopogg First of all, we want you, the reader, to understand what it means to undergo retreat or pilgrimage or whatever to Kenowhere, or to see Mr. Destiny. If you read the greenmanwalking reports, you should know what Kenowhere is. So, following that, you should know what Mr. Destiny does and what he doesn't. What Mr. Destiny Does and Doesn't As far as we (all senior specialist volunteers to the Kenowhere project) can tell, Mr. Destiny's primary fate-influencing effect acts more on people who have something they could or should be doing but are blocked from in some way, by social, physical, mental, or emotional barriers, in descending order. This means that although Mr. Destiny tends to influence people to do important things, just because you think you're King Important Of The Dick Mountain because you have special powers it doesn't mean you're going to become Emperor Hyper-Relevant Of The Interstellar Flying Dick Federation from being around it. bluntfiend is the most magic one of all of us, and he hates being around the guy. He spent five minutes or so one time talking to it and then wept for about an hour, and never talked to him again, and he doesn't talk about it except to say that he doesn't recommend doing it. And he's not any more magic than he was before that. Some of the other paranormal-abled members of Gamers Against Weed have found it helpful to be around it, but bluntfiend is still just as much more magic than any of them as he was before. It's not about that. Valid Reasons to Request Access Now that that's settled, there's four generally valid reasons to request permission to go to Kenowhere. They are as follows: You have a strong genuine belief in the Kenowhere project and you have an ability, talent, or skill, paranormal or otherwise which you feel you could use to contribute to the project most effectively on-island. We love you guys, but please try to make sure you have a 2-3 page proposal (informal writing, but use a legible 12 point font and single space) about how you intend to use your abilities to contribute to the Kenowhere project and try to be sure you're mentally prepared to live on a weird time bubble island with a lot of eccentric people for the duration of the time you need to make a real improvement. If you want to leave early, we won't keep you here and you'll be on the next ship out, but please think about it. Because you have nowhere else to go. There are a lot of reasons for this. You don't have to give much detail about why you need to be there, though credibility is a bonus. We don't want to keep any well-meaning people in an unsafe living situation we can remove them from. We don't really want to keep anyone in an unsafe living situation we can remove them from, but if basic island security is neglected, that means everyone else who came to find sanctuary from an unsafe situation is now at-risk again. You want to be something more. Tell us about that. You don't need to bring a proposal or a 5-step plan for your self-improvement, but we're going to want to talk to you. We understand that many people seeking to be better may not wish to relay their reasons for having that desire, but see above (#2). You experience Mr. Destiny's call. See the section below. All applicants who seem suspect are subject to a lie detecting test to be conducted by me (greenmanwalking), while under the effects of a 'truth-seeing powder' the big guy has left over from, I don't even know what. Some kind of old trade. He doesn't have a current supplier, but he has enough left to share with me for this purpose. I don't like using it. It doesn't have pleasant after-effects. It's strong magic and I'm not. It'll show me things. Please do not lie about your motives. I don't mind screening people who are sincere and well-intentioned in their desires, even if they're flagged as suspicious. That's the job. People who misrepresent their intentions and goodwill entirely… annoy me, and it's frankly embarrassing for them, too. If your request for transit is flagged as suspicious by your interviewer, you are not required to take the test, but you will not be allowed to go to the island otherwise. On Destiny's Call Show Hide If you receive Mr. Destiny's Call, (capital C) two things happen. First, you receive a communication from Mr. Destiny. This varies a lot, including instances of contact such as in-person, business card, letter, e-mail, telepathy, personalized advertisements, payphone outside of a warehouse, crossword puzzles, and encoded message within a sequence of randomly generated numbers. Second, you've essentially got something like a little piece of JJ's abilities. Mr. Destiny turning himself inside out like how JJ's powers got turned inside out for him. You don't actually need any advice from here on out, but this section is for anyone who feels a little nervous or anxious about what's going on. This is in our section because none of the magic people of the senior project volunteers had it happen to them like we did, though mine (hetcopogg) was kind of two-way and mine (greenmanwalking) was… you read about it in the other tab.23 He can't do this for himself, but people who receive his call are going to find it supernaturally easy to travel where they need to go, which, as long as he's stuck in Kenowhere, is anywhere on Lake Michigan's shore in the general area of Kenosha, WI, or, in some cases, anywhere on Lake Michigan's shore. Reportedly, one can kind of 'tell' where. A few examples of this happening follow: Finding they've suddenly come into airplane or bus tickets in their name. Finding visa applications surprisingly quick and easy. Finding they have a friend making a convenient move who conveniently would love to have company on the way over. Finding exact cab fare underfoot where they stopped to look at their map. Finding classified documents unexpectedly straightforward to steal. Finding they are able to get over the shock of a man with a dog's head showing up in their dorm room surprisingly quickly when their roommate who is under a cognitomanipulative effect not to notice anything weird that happens in your dorm room comes in, talks to him like he doesn't have a dog head and does have a shirt on, and finds him so charming she offers him some of her left-over dessert and they don't even mind not getting offered the leftover dessert because it was kind of cute. If you're nervous about the trip and you don't want to go: don't worry about it. Nobody is going to make you go anywhere you don't want to go, regardless of any calling you feel. It will fade over time unless you change your mind. You are always allowed to change your mind. If you're nervous about the trip but you still want to go, don't worry about it. People who have experienced the Call have reported on their trips anything from tiny lucks like: Being assigned to an exit row. The second-to-last seat on the bus having some kind of malfunction that gave them an abnormally large amount of leg room. Unusually good conversations with strangers that kept them entertained for hours and really glad they met someone they wouldn't normally To very large ones, such as the following: A government bureaucrat calling them "a good luck charm" and telling them to call if they had trouble processing any documents in the future. Closure with the fact of their friend moving away. Extremely handsome cab drivers. Finding a rare translation of Ovid you couldn't find anywhere until your you-were-boyfriends-for-a-long-time-in-college-and-you've-always-been-there-for-each-other-ever-since gave you a copy for your birthday that you still treasure it even though you can read Ovid in Latin now right by where you remember last reading your briefing materials on KTE-6561-Black in your quarters even though you were afraid you lost it The opportunity to hug a dog who can hug you back. When you make it to the lake, don't worry about the bubble keeping people outside. It won't stop you. Different people have gone through in different ways. For a few examples: Finding old abandoned rowboats sitting around somewhere and found them unexpectedly functional and just rowed right in. Finding it surprisingly simple to just swim until they hit land. Don't worry if it's a few miles away and you can't row that far or swim that far. There's magic around you right now. Do whatever immediately makes sense to you; you'll be pulled towards that anyway, it won't be hard. Some people, most of whom who have not previously used a supernatural ritual to move from one location to another, have found it intuitive to conduct some kind of special dance, prayer, geomantic rearrangement, anointment, or other type of process in order to arrive there. (Results of this vary. This may or may not still involve entering the lake conventionally following the ritual.) Finding themselves immediately standing on Kenowhere instead of the shore they were on before. Finding a barge rowed by a quiet but oddly comforting man in a hood who 'felt more like a protector than, like, death' suddenly float to shore out from the mist (which itself recently suddenly appeared) which conducted them to the island in 'about as much time as we needed to process what was going on.' Finding that a road of free-floating bog fragments, ice patches, or 'really big inflatable mattresses' drifting in on the waves suddenly formed and they walked across. This group sometimes but not always finds that at one point or another they can see their bridge being unbuilt behind them and built in front of them. Don't worry if you see this happening. It's going your pace. Finding themselves able to walk across the surface of the water itself. Try not to get a big head. You're not Jesus, you're just Peter holding his hand. Except, in this analogy Jesus can't walk on water. Only Peter. (I once asked the big guy if he was a god. He said, "to some." Take it as you will. -greenmanwalking) The luck effect will wear off when you hit the island. Things can get in your way again. You're not going to be supernaturally lucky. But you made it to somewhere safe, somewhere where everybody is going to work to get you what you need, because we all work for everybody to get what they need. We are going to protect you like we protect all of us. We are going to listen to you, like we listen to all of us. Lastly: don't worry about meeting Mr. Destiny. He's really nice, and he hasn't ever bitten anyone the entire time he has been in Kenowhere. And he wanted to meet you for a reason. bluntfiend: So you want, like, a closing message from the leader of Gamers Against Weed about why we're doing all this stuff with Mr. Destiny for your database entry on it? bluntfiend: Basically it's like… well, we made this guy, right? We didn't mean to make him exactly how we did but it's here because of us and that makes us responsible for it, right? If something bad happens to it because of the way we made it then that's kind of our responsibility. bluntfiend: I know only like five of us were actually involved in making it and we don't do this kind of thing for most of the Misters we make but it was made as part of something we're all part of and most of the Misters we make don't seem to want to have much to do with us, and like, this one came to us to ask for help. bluntfiend: And it is what it is and it does what it does because we made it like we are, you know? bluntfiend: So it's one of us, basically. bluntfiend: And if we don't look out for each other, who's going to look out for any of us, right? bluntfiend: Just tell them I said that, okay, bones? Footnotes 1. "Janitors," in common parlance. 2. bluntfiend: The other Janitors. The mean ones. gaycopmp4: the ones who want to fuck tanks 3. polaricecraps: im doing my best 4. polaricecraps: bullshit 5. greenmanwalking: This is the only part I can be sure they haven't changed. All of the rest of the information is accurate but only up until they stopped letting me look at the file on 2017-11-9. 6. greenmanwalking: I didn't have clearance to get this part, but I think you should be able to guess what it was. 7. No documentation from the ORIA has been recovered. This is considered a low-priority goal. 8. We were unfortunately unable to recover this. It has been requested that recovering an image or transcript of this tablet be considered a priority the next time a member of the Global Occult Coalition or Office for the Reclamation of Islamic Artifacts chooses to defect. 9. lesbian_gengar: it doesn't count if he gave it back, dude. 10. polaricecraps: dude is that your actual first name 11. polaricecraps: like i'm just saying they're sure writing this on an official report like it is actually your name 12. polaricecraps: holy shit it is 13. jockjamsvol6: dude you really let bones keep this part in? greenmanwalking: Of course I did. 14. polaricecraps: right? 15. lesbian_gengar: lmao 16. greenmanwalking: lmao 17. talman_corvett: lmao 18. greenmanwalking: The only defense I offer is that paramilitary nicknames for things don't sound stupid when everyone around you uses them, too. 19. lesbian_gengar: lol 20. gaycopmp4: hey i just noticed literally every time you describe him he has his tits out. is that just like his thing greenmanwalking: Dude his tits are just out like every single time I see him. gaycopmp4: respect 21. harmpit: mlao 22. fallout_meta.txt: I didn't want to interrupt at the time, but I think that might only be the surreal part for JJ. 23. fallout_meta.txt: Arguably, GAW as a whole was receiving his call when we made Kenowhere. greenmanwalking: …probably, yes. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "Project Kenowhere Central Volunteer Hub" by scarhaver and DolphinSlugchugger, from the SCP Wiki. 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Introduction To This Document Annotated SCP Foundation Documentation, Archival Copy Annotated Global Occult Coalition Threat Entity Entry, Archival Copy The greenmanwalking Reports Official GAW Summation How You Can Help Final Note I, Gamers Against Weed member bones, am the archivist and curator of this hub, selected through direct democracy by those involved with the project from among the willing candidates. Any complaints about the construction of this hub may be sent directly to me, and I will do my best to address them. Several other Gamers Against Weed members and one affiliate were invited to contribute to the initial structuring of this hub, through commentary on sections written by others, and in some cases, through sections written. Each contributor will be clearly indicated in the section in which their contributions appear, by their most commonly used username. Due to the seriousness of the project, Camp Kenowhere was chosen to be the first project to be given this treatment. If this hub is shown to be successful in helping to facilitate the Camp Kenowhere project, we may begin to maintain similar documents on other projects. Table of Contents Annotated SCP Foundation Documentation, Archival Copy: Ostensibly, the Foundation's own containment document for the Camp Kenowhere project or possibly the Fortune Redistribution Project (designated SCP-ℸp♡9). Its utility is limited, as we were only able to retrieve a corrupted fragment of the data. Contributors to this hub have provided annotations in the form of footnotes where deemed appropriate. Both this section and the one following it are included in this hub to stress the precariousness of the Kenowhere project. Annotated Global Occult Coalition Documentation, Archival Copy: Similarly, the Global Occult Coalition's threat log concerning both the Camp Kenowhere project (designated KTE-6561-Parallax Blackchild) and the Fortune Redistribution Project (designated KTE-6561-Black). Considered accurate for the time it was retrieved, 2017-11-4. Similarly annotated by hub contributors. The greenmanwalking Reports: Excerpts from a series of never-filed reports from former Global Occult Coalition enlisted member Silas Ayers, also known as greenmanwalking, written over the course of his final assignment with that organization. Much of the content of the original reports, including entire entries, have been removed for irrelevance to our purposes or privacy reasons. The remainder provide a useful 'outside' perspective on both the Kenowhere project and the related Fortune Redistribution project, and it is the belief of this archivist that they serve as a useful introduction to the realities of those projects for the uninitiated. Project Summary: An explanation of the Camp Kenowhere project and the related Fortune Redistribution project from the perspective of the people involved in them. Mostly history and interviews. How You Can Help: The reason this hub exists. Here given are the logistical, scientific, magical, and social problems that still need to be addressed with the ongoing Camp Kenowhere project, introduced by the Gamers Against Weed members and affiliates currently taking charge of those situations, and what kind of assistance or support is required. Final Note Archivist's note: if you are using a screen reader to access this document, skip this section and move on to the next. Data is highly corrupted and virtually unusable. 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Apparent age unknown. Subject is approximately 2.1 m tall, weight unknown but assumed to be ~125 kg. Subject's head appears to be caniform. Subject's physical capabilities unknown, but understood to be significantly in excess of human norms, based on archaeological and anthropological evidence and repeated evasion of Coalition threat response teams. KTE-6561-Black appears to control a Parallax-Type anomaly (hereafter KTE-6561-Parallax Blackchild) located within Lake Michigan, capable of concealing its exact location from both conventional and VERITAS Resonance Imagery. Furthermore, the anomaly is able to prohibit unwanted intrusion into KTE-6561-Parallax Blackchild. Subject's psychological profile is incomplete, as no GOC agent has achieved contact with KTE-6561-Black. Extant messages from Subject indicate significant enmity for the United States of America. It has been determined from archaeological and anthropological investigation that Subject has a historical tendency to seek physical conflict and strife. Therefore, its avoidance of GOC personnel is unexplained. Subject accumulates followers and draws them to the location of KTE-6561-Parallax Blackchild for currently undetermined purposes, presumed to be worship either for sustenance as a pistisphage or psychological reasons. Approximately 25% of suspected followers of KTE-6561-Black have active warrants out for their arrest for crimes, ranging from illegal gathering, to assault of an officer of the law, to desertion. Approximately 50% of suspected followers of KTE-6561-Black were unemployed prior to disappearance, suggesting that Subject attracts those unable to integrate into society, deliberately or otherwise. It has been learned through interviews with the associates of affected individuals that individuals drawn towards KTE-6561-Parallax Blackchild are significantly more likely than the general population to express a religious belief. Rules of Engagement: Given that KTE-6561-Black is unreachable so long as it remains inside KTE-6561-Parallax Blackchild, the first priority in engaging it is to find means to circumvent or eliminate KTE-6561-Parallax Blackchild. To that end, extensive monitoring is maintained around the area of the anomaly, utilizing radar, sonar, satellite imaging, manual patrols, and any other method determined to potentially reveal a usable entrance into KTE-6561-Parallax Blackchild. Archaeological and anthropological efforts to further determine the capabilities of KTE-6561-Black and the origin of KTE-6561-Parallax Blackchild are ongoing. In anticipation of the event that KTE-6561-Black is ever detected leaving the perimeter of KTE-6561-Parallax Blackchild, an active strike team is posted at the Calvary Facility in Kenosha, WI at all times, and is rotated out bimonthly. History: The earliest known archaeological evidence for the existence of KTE-6561-Black is at the site of Göbekli Tepe in southeastern Anatolia. Using Etheric Resonance Imaging technology on one of the terrazzo floors of the third layer of the archaeological site, the words <CLASSIFIED LEVEL Q BY ORDER OF GOC HIGH COMMAND>6 can be found written, several thousand years before the first phonetic alphabet was developed, let alone the English language. If this can be relied on as evidence, this indicates that KTE-6561-Black has been active since at least 8800 BCE. The second suspected historical mention of KTE-6561-Black known is on an Akkadian-language cuneiform tablet originally recovered in the Golestan province of Iran by the Office for the Reclamation of Islamic Artifacts, photographed and faxed to the Calvary Facility as part of a trans-organizational collaborative effort to understand KTE-6561-Black.7 The tablet, carbon dated to ~1000 BCE, details the arrival of a warrior with the head of an animal from north of the Caspian Sea who produced "small white sheets" and its war against what appears to have been a Sarkic cult. The tablet describes KTE-6561-Black in brutal terms, referring to its acts of "scourging the land such that no living thing might grow." Access to a transcript of the tablet is available on request from authorized personnel.8 Possible references to KTE-6561-Black recur throughout history in a variety of locations throughout Eurasia. Because a majority of these possible references offer no immediate insight as to Subject's age, abilities, or psychology, a majority are not included in this report. When taken as a whole, there can be noted a considerable correlation between documented appearances of KTE-6561-Black and the collapse of governments. An extensive archive of these references can be found at the GOC Calvary Facility. The first contact between KTE-6561-Black and the GOC occurred on 1997-06-17 in unincorporated area of Arizona, where campers had reported extensive sightings of a "coyote with a human body." Assessment Team 723 was deployed to verify these reports and was able to locate the entity described. However, KTE-6561-Black was able to destroy all footage recorded by Assessment Team 723 while they were distracted by a vehicle malfunction. Assessment Team 723 reported KTE-6561-Black "laughing really fucking hard somewhere out of sight for like half an hour" while they waited for extraction. No further sightings of KTE-6561-Black were reported in the area subsequent to this event. Several additional encounters between the GOC and KTE-6561-Black occurred over the next two decades, taking place across a wide range of locations in North America, the most recent of which, prior to KTE-6561-Black relocating to KTE-6561-Parallax Blackchild, occurred on 2016-2-12. Subject's relocation to KTE-6561-Parallax Blackchild is thought to have occurred on 2016-3-15, following reports of a creature fitting Subject's description stealing 9 a speedboat in Kenosha, WI. Coalition response teams were mobilized, confirmed a sighting of KTE-6561-Blackchild sailing across Lake Michigan, and were assembling mobile anti-watercraft artillery to confront Subject at the moment that both it and its watercraft appeared to vanish into thin air, leading to Coalition discovery of KTE-6561-Parallax Blackchild. KTE-6561-Black has not been spotted away from the location of KTE-6561-Blackchild since that date, though various handwritten messages (apparently) from Subject are occasionally received at the Calvary facility in Kenosha, WI., mostly concerning (declined) requests that operations at the Calvary facility be brought to an immediate halt. On 2017-10-18, the Calvary facility received a letter from Subject requesting a specific officer posted at the Calvary facility visit the area of KTE-6561-Parallax Blackchild for a period of one lunar month, text below: Salutations, Calvary facility. I, the creature you have held under siege at the island fortress in Lake Michigan for the past year, seven months, and four days, have a new request for my captors. I would like to invite the requisitions officer, Sergeant Silvanus10 Ayers, to visit my encampment and see what goes on there, for a period beginning with the approaching new moon to the rise of the next. No surveillance equipment or weaponry is permitted to the island under any circumstances. Sergeant Ayers will, however, of course, be permitted to compile as many handwritten reports as he should desire regarding whatever he should see fit, if he should choose to attend. Sincerely, Note: While messages from KTE-6561-Black appear handwritten to forensic analysis, no usable genetic material has been extracted from any message received so far. Given the dire need for intelligence regarding KTE-6561-Black and KTE-6561-Parallax Blackchild, the Coalition has elected to send Sergeant Silvanus11 Ayers to survey the area of KTE-6561-Parallax Blackchild, and the Sergeant has agreed to accept the risks associated with that assignment. This document is awaiting revision following analysis of the reports to be received upon the return of Sergeant Ayers. The following are excerpts from a series of never-filed reports from former Global Occult Coalition enlisted member Silas Ayers, also known as greenmanwalking. Much of the content of these reports, including entire entries, have been removed for irrelevance to our purposes or privacy reasons. It is the belief of this archivist that the remainder of the content of these reports requires minimal commentary to convey the reason for their inclusion in this document. Excerpt from Report One, 2017-10-19 Excerpt from Report One, 2017-10-19 I've been personally invited into the enemy camp, apparently. I'm not sure how field operatives organize these. I'll do my best. […] End log. Excerpts from Report Two, 2017-10-19 Excerpts from Report Two, 2017-10-19 When the boat entered 6561, the helmsman disappeared and I was alone. I know how to drive a speedboat. I don't know how to drive a speedboat from the back seat. Speedboat totaled. I sustained only superficial injuries. […] Before they would let me enter the camp officially, they cleaned all my scratches from the crash and they gave me new clothes to wear. All in my size. All in my style. Thoughtful, albeit troubling. They told me there was going to be a feast in my honor and, while their dress code is rugged, they had clearly all made some effort to impress. […] KTE-6561-Parallax Blackchild is a strange place. Even once you're inside it, pieces of the world seem to materialize out of nowhere. The encampment that KTE-6561-Black is settled in is easy to miss if you don't know where to go; the tents and fire pits and people all seem to appear as if coming out of a fog that isn't there. It doesn't feel there's anything obscuring them before they appear, they just… arrive? Difficult to explain. It appears there are multiple layers of protection involved in the anomaly. […] Nobody was eating, not yet, but food was laid out as a banquet in the woods. The entire thing was improvised, slipshod, and more than a little beautiful; they built their feast table by pushing together as many flat surfaces as they could find. I admired it, and I measured it carefully with my eyes. They don't have many tables. They can't produce them here, and shipments are clearly difficult. Was this feast supposed to show me their abundance or their poverty? Was there a difference? Just at the moment I finished taking in the banquet in front of me, a rough voice called out to me from beyond the clearing. It cut with its clarity, but conjured to mind barking junkyard dogs, snarling wolves, yipping coyotes. I suppose I expected KTE-6561-Black to sound like that. I didn't expect it to sound so warm. "Silvanus12 Ayers!" it said, "I am honored that you accepted my invitation to see our island. I hope that your guestfeast meets with your expectations." It began to approach closer. It slowly became clear to me just how tall 2.1 meters really is. It also slowly became clear to me just how large the teeth of a wolf are, up close. More pertinently, I noted that KTE-6561-Black appears entirely human from the shoulders on down, with dark, olive-toned skin, a flat chest, extensive scar tissue, and well-developed upper body muscles. I also noted that KTE-6561-Black was not wearing a shirt. All it wore was some kind of skirt-and-sash combination and two golden arm bracers. I imagined this might have constituted formal clothing some five thousand years ago. Unsure how to proceed, I replied, "You honor me, though I do not know why you chose me to receive this gift." Nervous as I was, the words seemed to slip out naturally. Maybe it was the pageantry of the place; maybe it was the atmosphere KTE-6561-Black carried with it. Possibly, there was no distinction between those. You may have already noticed it bleeding into my reports. I'll try to control it. It sat me beside it, when I'd been expecting to be placed at the foot of the table. It talked my ears off for hours, while we ate and after we'd eaten our fill. It seemed to be fully omnivorous, and ate approximately as much food as a proportionate human. Most of what it had to say was nonsense about wars it had fought in that I never heard of (many of which I was unable to later look up) or places that it had been that I had never heard of (many of which I was also unable to later look up). I'm recording as many as I can remember, but I don't know how useful they will be. […] It kept talking my ear off even as the party broke up. It liked when I asked it things it wanted to answer, but otherwise it just smiled and reassured me there would be answers in due time. Answers of its age, origins, abilities. So, I quieted myself and nodded, and let it keep talking about whatever was on its mind, hoping that at some point it would tell me something useful. After most of the feast attendees had left and the table was cleared, I sat next to it by a bonfire. There was a long period of silence after we sat down. I suppose even after watching it eat its fill, I was still afraid what those teeth could do to me if I offended when we were alone. So I waited for it to speak. And it said to me, "You know, I really like Jock Jams Vol. 6." It didn't expand on this. We sat in silence for several minutes, and then it told me it was time we should both be sleeping. Cursory research has indicated to me that Jock Jams was a series of work-out albums released by Tommy Boy Records in the mid to late 90s, numbered one through five. There is no Jock Jams Vol. 6. In 2001, an album called Jock Jams: The All Star Jock Jams was released, peaking at 188 in the charts. The next lowest peak is Jock Jams Vol. 5, at 51. The track listing for All Star Jock Jams appears unexceptional. I am unable to discern what it meant."13 […] End log. Excerpts from Report Three, 2017-10-20 Excerpts from Report Three, 2017-10-20 Day two inside KTE-6561-Parallax Blackchild. I woke to backlit tent-canvas, sound of laughter. and the sizzle of something on a griddle, which I took to indicate that at some point I slept. Useful information. I shared breakfast with my tent-neighbors, who consented to be interviewed. I asked them first how they got there; what brings, and what keeps, a person to and in KTE-6561-Parallax Blackchild. Their answers were mostly the same, and what I expected from reading the GOC reports. Most of them claimed to have nowhere else to go; arrest warrants, gangs, domestic abuse, political activism that drew the wrong attention, et cetera. One had more to say, however: "He brings people here. Like, when you don't know where to go, you can hear him, smell him, feel him. You follow that until you get here. I don't know how he knows, but he does. Maybe not for you all, but he did that for me." Is that KTE-6561-Black's power? He brings people towards him? For what? After hearing them all out, I made a joke along the lines of, "evidently, people who are being hunted are drawn to a man with the head of a wolf." They did not like that at all. I switched tracks to questioning I thought I'd get a more unified answer to: "What are you all doing here, then, other than hiding?" A cacophony exploded all around me. Virtually everybody had a different answer, and they weren't brief. […] "When I got here, there weren't any showers yet. We still don't have hot water, but I built a working system from scrap. Pressure isn't much, but the pipes are clean and sturdy. I could swear, I'd forgotten I knew how to do things like that." […] "First time I saw the big guy, I thought I was looking at the light of God hisself. Salvation. I thought he was going to teach me all about right and wrong and justice and charity and Jesus. But… he didn't really do any of that. He found a Bible nobody was using, and he gave me that. I swear, I read that whole book cover to cover without stopping to eat or sleep or piss. First time I've done that with any book my whole life. Didn't ever think I could. We didn't… don't… have a church here, not properly 'least, but I've been preaching from that bible in a clearing outside the camp every Sunday since. The big guy even comes, sometimes." […] "I feed everyone. I fed you. Last night. This morning. Everyone. Food is slim sometimes. I find a way. If you eat it on the island and I didn't cook it, I likely trained the person who did. I used to be a line cook. Now I'm this." […] "Honestly? I dig holes. I wasn't anything before I was here. I mean, I can pick a guy's pocket, I can talk my way into a house, things like that. But they don't want that here. Frankly, I didn't know what to do with myself until a week in. Somebody was walking the roads hollering, 'We need volunteers to help dig trenches so nothing floods,' and I picked up a shovel. Next time it rained, not one tent got wet inside. The camp kept getting bigger, and I kept digging. Gives me time to think about shit other than the times some day's country club member's wife got home." […] All of them seemed to, more or less, detail things which benefited the community at large. Could this be an effect of KTE-6561-Black? I'm not sure, and I don't think so. I think it's more that they can't afford to be very selfish. They're essentially trying to develop a functioning, livable environment from scratch. End log. Excerpts from Report Five, 2017-10-22 Excerpts from Report Five, 2017-10-22 I decided to visit KTE-6561-Black again. To try to understand. Everyone else on this entire island is working, day in, day out, and I'm still not clear what it does here except smile benevolently at the workers. I entered its tent. It was dressed only in cargo shorts, aside from wearing the face of a fox almost as big as the wolf it wore the first night. It spoke first. As soon as it saw me, it said my name like it had before. "Silvanus Ayers!" Warmth. Exuberance. Delight. As if it was pleasantly surprised to see me. I told it that everybody else I know calls me Silas, and it asked if that meant I would prefer it call me Silas, too. I don't know why, but I didn't know how to answer. I moved on to the subject I came to discuss. "What do you do here?" I said, "aside from wander and gossip?" That was all I had seen it do since the feast. It smiled at me. Wide. Sharp. "When I speak to the people of the island, I am doing as you do, only for different reasons." "What?" I said flatly. "What have you been doing since you came?" it said. "I'm researching an unknown threat to my organization, to find out how best to confront it," I said. "Succinct," it said. It looked that way when sometimes you see a picture of a fox and it's just a fox but you swear it thinks it knows something you don't. Infuriating. However, I kept cool. I asked it, "Would you mind if I accompanied you this afternoon, to understand better what you mean?" It laughed longer than something without a human mouth should be able to laugh. Then it agreed. […] It's brought me across all the island, twice. Everyone it talked to had some kind of problem with what they were doing, and it would just put his hand on their shoulders, look them in the eye, and tell them they would work things out. And every one of them seemed to believe it. Several of the problems were rooted in logistical errors and couldn't possibly be improvised around without appropriate materiel. They still believed. […] Back at its tent, it said to me, "do you understand now what I do here, Silvanus Ayers?" Back at its tent, I said to it, "no." End log. Excerpts from Report Seven, 2017-10-24 Excerpts from Report Seven, 2017-10-24. […] Today, I tried to ask the islanders what exactly they planned to do, when [if ever] they return home. Answers included: "I'd like to get certified as a substitute teacher." "I think I'd like to work in a food kitchen, honestly. Pass on the good." "I just really want to punch a Nazi as soon as I can leave."14 "Yeah. I'd like to punch a Nazi too. Longer term, I'd like to… Well, I'd like to be a medic at demonstrations." "I learned enough here to be certified as an electrician, at least according to the one we have. I'll do that once she has some more apprentices to help out here." "Aren't you basically a cop? I'm not telling." […] Almost everyone I asked had some plans of radical nature. Overwhelmingly, the populace is negative towards the American government, capitalism, and "the military-industrial complex both sustaining and feeding on those two evils." Despite this, it's important to note that this is by no means an army. Every person I met had their own plans, just like everything is done on this island. There's no central authority, and furthermore I don't see KTE-6561-Black ever talk to them much, let alone brainwash them. I admit it's an assumption, but if I were to guess, this isn't its effect. Everything points to them having already had these viewpoints. If anything, all this island does is make them able to act on them. […] End log. Excerpts from Report Eight, 2017-10-25 Excerpts from Report Eight, 2017-10-25 […] Today, I was tired of asking the same questions to the same people. So, I asked KTE-6561-Black if there was anyone else I could talk to about what was going on here. Anyone I hadn't met yet. It said yes. It brought me to tent not far from its own, with nothing of note in it except for a laptop computer. When it turned it on, it loaded directly to a full-screened chat client I couldn't identify, and displayed no other clear functions. And then I, we, talked. It let me print out a transcript. The_Throne_of_the_Third_Heaven_of_the_Nations'_Millennium_General_Assembly: Salutations, assembled members of Gamers Against Weed. hetcopogg: holy shit dude. hetcopogg: why are you still using that display name? The_Throne_of_the_Third_Heaven_of_the_Nations'_Millennium_General_Assembly: I have brought Sergeant Ayers, as requested. I will be surrendering this terminal to him presently. gaycopmp4: i have literally no idea how he even set it to be that long The_Throne_of_the_Third_Heaven_of_the_Nations'_Millennium_General_Assembly: I was instructed to 'just pick something you like.' I followed those instructions. The_Throne_of_the_Third_Heaven_of_the_Nations'_Millennium_General_Assembly has changed their nickname to greenmanwalking greenmanwalking: Uh. greenmanwalking: Hey. greenmanwalking: So, I have a lot of questions. lesbian_gengar: oh, we know. lesbian_gengar: but our questions come first. lesbian_gengar: first of all, why did he even invite you in there? greenmanwalking: That was actually the first question I had for you. hetcopogg: honestly, hetcopogg: i buy that. hetcopogg: i think he's just kind of like a dog, and does things arbitrarily. polaricecraps: but like more hetcopogg: yes. greenmanwalking: Was there a second question? lesbian_gengar: yeah, what do you want? why did you go there? greenmanwalking: Reconnaissance. I don't know if it plans to eat me or what, but if it actually lets me go, my superiors want a report about what I saw here. I'm under orders not to perform any hostile actions against the KTE for the duration of this mission. lesbian_gengar: so, he just invited a spy to the island, on purpose? greenmanwalking: I think so. harmpit: that prtety muc hchecks out gaycopmp4: yeah hetcopogg: yeah. polaricecraps: yeah fallout_meta.txt: yeah lesbian_gengar: fine. greenmanwalking: Is there another question? lesbian_gengar: are you under any other orders? greenmanwalking: Aside from basic information security? Not really. I'm not going to give you our reports on the KTE, or anything, though.151617 greenmanwalking: Next? lesbian_gengar: you can take a turn, now. greenmanwalking: Is there a specific reason your organization is involved with KTE-6561-Black? What do you do for it? What does it do for you? What does it do? lesbian_gengar: that's four turns. hetcopogg: he's family. greenmanwalking: Are you saying it's somebody's father, or something? fallout_meta.txt: I mean, not as far as we know, no. lesbian_gengar: 'not as far as we know'? fallout_meta.txt: I don't know. It's old, and I don't know how it works. You can never tell. greenmanwalking: Okay. But what does it get by having you around, and what do you need him for? lesbian_gengar: nope. that's all you get for now. try asking him. Then, the laptop shut down on its own. I assume it was exclusively for dramatic effect, since 6561 gave me this transcript later. Anyway, KTE-6561-Black was waiting outside the tent for me to be done. "I think they liked you," it said. I could not gauge its sincerity. We walked back uphill to its tent. Nobody else was there. I asked it the obvious question. "Why are you working with the Reefers18?" It replied, "why do you seek shelter in the night?" I was taken aback. Again, I could not tell if it was serious. I replied, "you very well know why. If I didn't, I would die. Be it from the elements or other people." It nodded, then asked, "why do you drink water?" I put my palms to my temples and replied, "I need to, or I would die. Do you not need that? Do you truly not know?" It nodded once more before saying, "So too do I need protection from the world, and so too do I need refreshment. Organizations like yours choke the life out of miracles like mine. Yours, with bullets. The other, with boxes. I will wither away even faster than they think. Now, in times of hardship, when you find yourself at end, what do you do?" It was leading me on, but I couldn't stop just because of that. "I think." I paused. "And if I need, I ask a friend's aid." It nodded a third time. "Your kind, the kind of your organization, are forming alliances, reaching out across the globe, making or taking friendships by turns. I do not wish to die. So I sought aid." Its face looked earthy, narrow, almost like a coyote. "But why the Reefers? Why not the Serpent's Hand or something? They already protect things like you on principle," I said. It looked at me with a serious gaze, pausing a moment before replying. "If you were to find a berry in the woods, would you eat it? If you were to find a stream, would you drink of it? The Librarians, and their kind, are like you. Hands without body. There is no Serpent. They act to preserve anything magic as if that word meant anything. As if because something is made of magic, it is worth saving. There is no mind behind their motions. Like you. I have older enemies than your organization. The Librarians draw no line between us. Like you." I'm not saying it convinced me it was right in half a minute of speaking, but that wasn't quite the perspective I expected. I guess that's notable. "But why the Reefers?" I repeated. "Why indeed?" […] End log. Excerpts from Report Ten, 2017-10-27 Excerpts from Report Ten, 2017-10-27 I spent all of morning and all of the lunch period interviewing people I haven't spoken to before. Anyone I could find. I wasn't going to ask them about themselves or the island or the space hiding it. I needed to know about KTE-6561-Black. I needed to know what it did and where it came from. But the people in this place are infuriating. I ask them, "What does the wolf guy do?" and they tell me "nothing," "he's kind of like a village elder," "dog stuff," "he just kind of chills, I think, and then you chill with him and you're chill together." I watched them work while we spoke. They were talented. Nothing on this island seemed definitively Occult except KTE-6561-Black and KTE-6561-Parallax Blackchild, but I don't think anyone could have said they weren't gifted. Even if half of them were working on hopeless projects. I watched clever hands and clever minds fail to achieve their goals because they don't have the tools or supplies they need. Sometimes it looked like they didn't even know what they were missing. I always did, but I always kept quiet, because telling them would be treason.19 But it's meaningless to me, it doesn't make sense. It's not building an army. They're, it's, not building anything. It hardly ever gives out orders except to curtail violence in the camp. Every person here is just acting on their own. Nobody gets paid anything, but nobody does anything they don't want to, either. Does it attract a specific kind of person? What's the common thread? And how did it produce KTE-6561-Parallax Blackchild if that's all it is? I saw it by chance, sitting outside his tent, just waiting there in its ridiculous giant loincloth and nothing else in October outfit20. It wasn't doing anything. It squinted at me with greyhound eyes, unspeaking, sweat glistening everywhere below its head. I couldn't even bring myself to go up to him. I only walked past without a word. I had to go think, for once. […] I've been trying to work out what kind of effect this place is having on me. What talking to that wolf in human's clothing is doing to me. I can't tell. I don't feel how I did when I was at home. I keep remembering wanting things. Things for my life. Things for the world. Things I forgot were important to me. I like cooking for other people. I like watching things grow. When I was a kid in Ohio, I liked looking at all the carvings in the cathedral my family went to. I loved the gargoyles, the grotesques, the green men, the saints. I loved wondering what they would really be like if I met them. I don't know if the KTE is doing something to my thoughts or not. I'm not trained for this. I'm not sure I like working in an armory. […] End log. Report Eleven, in Full, 2017-10-28 Report Eleven, in Full, 2017-10-28 I went to go find KTE-6561-Black first thing this morning. I woke up well before the sun. It woke up well before that. It was just sitting cross-legged in front of its tent, waiting for me. Its head was dark. Long-nosed. High-eared. If it had a scale, I'd almost believe it was waiting there to weigh my heart. It didn't speak first this time. It didn't shout my name, or smile, or rise to meet me. So this time I started. I said, "I will not leave until you tell me why you are working for the Reefers." "Why do you seek still? What do you think you will find?" it said. It didn't have an expression. Not even the weird dog kind it usually had. I felt tired. I had been here eleven days doing nothing but looking for information about it. I felt too tired not to play its game. "Answers," I said. "You have answers." it said, as if I didn't already expect that. But then it said, "I have yet questions to give. Yet have I one for now: What happens if you find the answer you seek?" "Then I move forward," I said. It was a simple answer. Intuitive. Its ear twitched. That was the first expression I got from the conversation. I waited to find out if I gave the right answer or not. Perhaps it didn't have a scale, but for a moment I certainly believed I might not walk away from this with an undevoured heart. It opened its eyes, looking into mine. Into my soul. My heart. Beating. I couldn't count its beats. The moment enveloped, and then it closed its eyes once more. "Very well." It reached for its left arm bracer and removed it. There was a tattoo underneath it, but it quickly passed out of view. I felt ill. It felt wrong. Something was wrong. It slipped a paper card out and handed it to me. Holy Heck! You've just found yourself your very own Mr. Destiny by Gamers Against Weed! You are about to be asked a very important question. Who are you? Collect them all and become Mr. Gamer! 01. Mr. Literal Serial Killer 02. Mr. Normie 03. Mr. Bernie Sanders 04. Mr. Get Anything For Free In Any Shop 20. Mr. Sex Number 21. Mr. Heavenly Virtues 22. Mr. Deadly Sins 23. Mr. Original Character 24. Mr. D.A.R.E. 25. Mrs. Gentrification 26. Ms. Mad About Video Games 27. Mr. Meme 28. Mr. Ominous (discontinued) 29. Mr. Destiny ✔ 30. Mr. Monty Python And The Holy Grail 31. Ms. Zapatista 32. Mr. Hax 33. Mr. Just Has The Tattoo 34. Mr. Top Text and Mr. Bottom Text 35. Mr. Finale I felt like I'd just been handed a joke. This is what they meant when they called each other family? KTE-6561-Black is just one of the Reefers' asinine little prank men? What was its trick? I clutched my hands to my head, breathing labored. What was its trick, and did I fall for it? I was under no doubt I was losing my composure. I wasn't trained to keep my composure. I hated it. I slowly moved my hands to the dirt, pushing against it as I tried calming my breath, and looked up at KTE-6561-Black. "So. When are you going to do something weird to a computer? When are you going to dazzle LiveJournal with my story?" I said. This was how KTE-6561-Black looked at me: not as a fox, or a coyote, or a wolf. It looked like my neighbor's border terrier from when I was fourteen. It looked like she looked the last, second-to-last time I ever saw her. It was the same face both times. The second-to-last time, I was mad at my parents and my neighbor let me stay the night at his house. She was was full of energy all of the time; loved to play. I spent that whole night crying on my neighbor's couch and she spent the whole night calmly in my lap giving me this serious, concerned look. This look like she knew exactly what I was going through. Like she always had, and always would. She got me through that night looking for all the world to me that she would live on forever. And then a week later she… didn't. I just had my fifteenth birthday and gotten my learner's permit. My father took me on a drive around the block. She ran out into the road after something, I think. I hit her. She wasn't okay. My dad told everyone he was driving at the time so I wouldn't have to look our neighbor in the eye and tell him the truth. I watched her die and she gave me that same look the whole time. I could feel how young she was for a dog; that she should have lived another dozen years at least. That was how KTE-6561-Black looked at me. I could feel how old it was. I could feel how alive it was. It told me, "I have two very important things to give you, Silvanus Ayers. Both answers. First; I do not do a trick with a computer. I am the thing that lives in your heart that pushes you forward when you have to do something you don't know how to do." I think I wanted to believe him, just then. "Second;" it said, "my sources tell me LiveJournal has been out of common use for a great deal of time." I… laughed. I'm not sure I'm allowed to do that while representing the GOC in front of a KTE. I tried to stop myself and it made it worse. It started laughing with me, and that made it even worse. I hunched over. It did too. I leaned into it for support, like I would if I was laughing with someone I knew really well. My brother or my father or my neighbor with the dog. It felt like I was with someone like that. I don't know why I felt like that. I left immediately after coming down. I took the paper with me back to my own tent, down the hill. I stayed there for hours, not sleeping, not reading, not listening. I was angry at myself, I am. I had other questions, and I forgot them like a fool. In exchange for laughter. I was not, am not prepared to be the kind of GOC soldier who makes friends with KTEs. There is a trick somewhere. I just have to find it. End log. Report Twelve, in Full, 2017-10-29 Report Twelve, in Full, 2017-10-29 The next time I left my tent was morning. There was a laptop sitting outside, facing my tent's flap. I opened it up. I was already logged in to whatever chat client the Reefers use. I had a message. hetcopogg: hey hetcopogg: the others don't want me to do this but i want to talk to you about the big guy. hetcopogg: i was the first one to meet him. he walked right into my dorm room. we were supposed to be summoning him, but i thought he'd just… appear. he walked in through my door instead. hetcopogg: some of the others have met him in person, but i'm the one who spent the most time with him. i had to get him all the way from ohio to wisconsin in my car. something about easily-foldable space. we had to hide him. it had to be me who brought him because i'm normal. i don't know how it works. greenmanwalking: So? hetcopogg: we talked a lot in the car. he told me stories about killing a flesh demon. i talked to him about my mom; how i want to see her more in case something happens like with my roommate's mom. he talked to me about how he had an immortal blood brother who was trapped forever in a stone circle that he missed too. hetcopogg: i told him about how i made another one of him, once. i told him about how she calls me her mother and i love her but she's almost as old as i am and i'm not ready to be a mother, like, the normal way. he told me that when he killed that flesh demon, there were dozens, hundreds of people who worshiped it who had nowhere to go now. he said they were going to die if that demon was still alive, but he still took away everything they had. some of them were angry at him. a lot of them made him their new god. he told me you can't really control how other people think of you or what that makes you become. he said he stayed with them until they learned how to write their own faith. he didn't tell them he was a god, or a demon, or a hero. he just stayed there. that helped. hetcopogg: i talked to him about how i was thinking of changing majors because i don't know what i really want to do when i'm like, a real grown-up. there's so many important things out there. he told me that every day he used to run across the sky chasing the sun from dawn to dusk so that the days would pass. he said he hunted the sun day after day for times beyond counting. he told me one day he stopped, and the sun found another way to move across the sky. hetcopogg: he told me that as long as you're doing the right that you can, you just have to have faith that others will too. hetcopogg: i think i believe him. hetcopogg: i think you should believe him, too. greenmanwalking: I'll take it under advisement. I closed the laptop. I took a walk. I didn't come back for a long time. End log. Excerpts from Report Thirteen, 2017-10-30 Excerpts from Report Thirteen, 2017-10-30 Time to talk to KTE-6561-Black again. Put it off too long. Silly. A few minutes talking to some stranger on a laptop and I spend the rest of the day sulking alone in the forest. I'm not sixteen any more. In fact, according to KTE-6561-Black, Livejournal is dead and it can't hurt me now. Fuck. I'm going to find whiteout for that. I'm going to find fucking chemical bleach. I'm. I can't write how I'm supposed to. Maybe I will again when I come home to Calvary. […] "Look, even if they're your family, even if they made you, why wouldn't you line yourself up with the Librarians? The… whoever-the-fuck labs. Someone bigger than the Reefers21" I asked it. "Do you ponder why blood, not sand, runs through your veins? In that way, they are unlike you. They have minds, governing bodies. You have… hierarchy, rules, structures, principles, protocols. You move on orders set in stone decades ago. They are alive. You may bleed, but as sand too flows, you are not living in the hours you spend in their fortress. The Librarians are the same. They could have carved this space into the shape I needed, too, or I could have just hid in their Library. It would have been much easier than the process we went through to secure this place, and it would not have been unpleasant; anything my age visits their bleak Library sooner or later, and I have enjoyed some afternoons reading in between the worlds. Everything would be just so, and I would be master of my dominion, and in that moment I would fall over dead. The Librarians would send me readers. Endless readers. Sorcerers. Magicians. Rippers of reality. Twisters of time. Still-mortal aspirants. Those who want to know all of the knowledge there is in each of all of the worlds there are. Some of them could even find it. It would be easier for them if I helped." "And this would kill you?" I said. "As suffocation would you. This would destroy everything I am. They would do nothing with that knowledge, or else live as gods. They would not contribute to history. I would slowly choke myself breathing their rarefied air. Gamers Against Weed, despite their ill-chosen name, send to me refugees, convicts, political dissidents, religious pilgrims. These people do not come for me to make them powerful. They come to me because they want to change who they are and the world they live in, or else they come to be safe. I respect both motives. History has always belonged to those driven by these needs, and I have survived this long by believing in the flow of time." it said. "The young will teach the calcified to live again, or else bury them. And besides, these ones are family, and I have waited for a very long time to meet my family," it added. Here is an easy trick if you want to gain the upper hand in a conversation: rehearse exactly what you want to say beforehand to somebody with vastly less complete knowledge than yours. It is overwhelming and nearly impossible to respond to. KTE-6561-Black knows this trick. I thought about my answer for a few minutes. I stood there in front of him, quiet, trying to find the words. Eventually, I just walked away. It didn't follow me. Report Fourteen, in Full, 2017-10-31 Report Fourteen, in Full, 2017-10-31 I've walked all over this island. Kenowhere. They call it Kenowhere. They don't call it KTE-6561-Parallax Blackchild. I've spoken to everyone I can find. Interrogated them. Looking for discrepancies. Signs these people don't want to be here, or wouldn't want to if they knew what was going on. Looking for a conspiracy. Avoiding KTE-6561-Black. Mr. Destiny. I noticed a lot of things. I noticed there's not enough food around to celebrate Halloween with candy. I noticed some of the people here were children. I noticed maybe one tent in five was sufficient for winter use. I noticed their diesel is already low. I noticed they have maybe a quarter as many jackets and blankets in their communal storage as they have residents. I noticed that that really bothered me. I haven't found anything incriminating. I could detail it. I could write logs of every interview I conducted, every stone I turned over, but I don't think it would matter any more. One of the men who spoke to me told me that without Kenowhere, he'd be dead. I already knew that was true for many residents. Almost everyone came here to escape something. He told me that wasn't what he meant. He told me that making sure it didn't disappear was what he worked towards, that if Camp Kenowhere disappeared tomorrow, he would be dead. I don't think he's wrong. I don't think he's the only one. I don't think a lot of things I thought when this month started. End log. Report Fifteen, in Full, 2017-11-1 Report Fifteen, in Full, 2017-11-1 I suppose I should keep this going for consistency's sake, if nothing else. I'm walking up to Destiny's tent. This time, I know what I'm going to say before I get there. It's not going to be long, but I think he'll like it. I enter the tent. He looks at me, waits for me to speak first again. "I don't need you," I say to him. "I have a life, a job, a family. My life has meaning and I wasn't about to lose any of those things when I came here," I say. "Correct," he says. "You need me, though," I say. "Correct," he says. End log. Mr. Destiny is an extraordinary member of the Misters Against Weed, created by Gamers Against Weed members harmpit, jockjamsvol6, polaricecraps, fallout_meta.txt, and hetcopogg, on the eleventh day of January, 2016, but estimated to have retroactively existed prior to this event for a period of at least 13,000 years. This was unintentional. Additionally to possessing apparent immortality, extreme physical aptitude, and an inconsistently-described canid head on its shoulders, and a tattoo on its outer right thigh reading MR. DESTINY, BY GAMERS AGAINST WEED, it has the ability to influence other intelligences towards paths in life that they display a high aptitude for, or are able to achieve a great deal of influence in. According to its own claims, it can only 'push' people to live up to their higher impulses. It claims to be able to see what these are, to some degree. It claims to wish to see all persons live up to their highest potential. The following is an interview with Mr. Destiny's creators regarding their process. bones: Begin interview. polaricecraps: what, just like that? you're supposed to ask a question, big guy fallout_meta.txt: It's obvious, isn't it? We explain what our idea was. JJ should start us off. jockjamsvol6: I see some things as a founding member that bother me, sometimes. Not as many as you see, bones, because I can't read all of it, but a lot of the people who come to us aren't really happy. A lot of them basically have superpowers and they still aren't happy. Their lives aren't easy; usually because someone else is making it hard. I think we help make their lives a little happier, at least, and I like that, but sometimes it's like they don't even know how to be happy, you know? That's one of the things that bothers me. jockjamsvol6: It's not like I feel guilty for being how I am, or like I want penance for being lucky, but I wanted to see if we could use my magic in a Mister somehow, but like, spread it. I wanted to see if we could make something that would share what it's like to be me. So people could see not everything has to be hard. Not everything has to hurt. I wanted to use the Mr. Destiny name we came up with because I wanted it to be something to show people things don't have to stay how they are. jockjamsvol6: I didn't expect we could transfer the whole effect but I thought if we used me as a blueprint to build somebody else, maybe we could change it enough to share it. Maybe even a little could be enough to change someone's point of view; maybe not make them happy, but show them what happy is. What it looks like. I started talking to pic and fallout_meta.txt about that. polaricecraps: he talked to me about it because im awesome fallout_meta.txt: Essentially. JJ brought me in because when he brought it up, I started thinking of how my antique-creation affects history; changes cause and effect, just a little. I thought maybe that would help. jockjamsvol6: It sounded really smart so I invited them to a sub-chat to talk about it. We talked about it a lot without coming up with a way to do it until harmpit logged on. harmpit's rearrangement thing; that made it work. Mostly. harmpit: itts not har dto rearrange things lik theat. we jjust needed the rright ideas. ww had them. jockjamsvol6: Once we had everyone in place, things started to work out, mostly. bones: Mostly? jockjamsvol6: Well, we (and Dahlia) made the guy, but shitty things happen to him. Like, all the time. It's like our poles are reversed. Shitty things happen around him constantly. It's surreal for me to watch.22 But he's always ready for them. Like he's whoever he has to be to make the shitty thing go away instead of things outside him changing for him. fallout_meta.txt: It's kind of like it knows what's going to happen before it does, somewhere inside. It changes its face to be whoever it needs to be. polaricecraps: but we got the other part right bones: How so? polaricecraps: like, yeah, he doesn't make people lucky like jj, like how he's not lucky like jj either, but that thing he does do happens to whoever is around him, too. people change like he does when they're around him. its like when youre around him you can see through this veil into what youre supposed to be doing, and he can just see through it all the time. fallout_meta.txt: That seems to be the reason why it's so old. Some historical data I've found suggests that when we made him, I fucked up the causality part. Unless I made it work by binding it to the only thing that worked. I'm not completely sure. I've never handled that much substance at once. We seem to have made him across all times where people were thinking about their purpose. That seems to be the thread that ties him to the world. If you could share certain data from the lower paleolithic with me, I should be able to make a confirmation. bones: Data archiving was not my function. polaricecraps: it is right now, isnt it? bones: Inquiries will be made. Please continue. What were the roles of polaricecraps and hetcopogg in the creation of Mr. Destiny? polaricecraps: i pakooshed it. bones: 'Pakooshed' it? polaricecraps: i sent the idea from jj to fallout boy to harmpit so they could all do their steps. hetcopogg: they needed me there to line up the astral geometry, or something. triangulate it. they said if pic wasn't out of washington for winter in fucking Yorkshire they could have just made a square but instead i had to close the loop. polaricecraps: so that i could pakoosh it. hetcopogg: so that you could pakoosh it. bones: I see. What happened after this? hetcopogg: he walked into the little summoning circle pic had me draw in my dorm room. bones: He walked, or he appeared? hetcopogg: no, like, he walked in through my locked door with no shirt on and stood in a circle of salt i laid down on my carpet. polaricecraps: i told you to lay down painter's paper or something below the salt. bones: Unnecessary digression. Please continue, hetcopogg. hetcopogg: we talked for a long time about how he got there, what he came for, how many girls in my dorm had seen him, who he was, who i was, and if he was dangerous. once i decided it was safe, i offered to let him sit on my bed while i called everyone else on discord to yell at them for half an hour. jockjamsvol6: She did do this. harmpit: yeaah fallout_meta.txt: That is correct. polaricecraps: yep. jockjamsvol6: Fallout came up with the theory that trying to meddle with time too much made our guy exist across all of our time, or at least for as long as our conception of time, during that half hour. I don't think the rest of us said much except for "sorry." harmpit: tthats' still our running theoery. fallout_meta.txt: He's definitely very old. It's possible that creating him changed history in ways too vast to even speculate about. It's also possible that until we made him he just slid in by the cracks of what was already happening, and he's only alive now, or maybe sliding through the cracks is all he does. bones: Do you have evidence for any of these theories to present? fallout_meta.txt: Unfortunately, no. Either he's going to change history now, or not. We'll have a better idea at that point. Due to existence of several organizations dealing in containing or neutralizing the supernatural, and Mr. Destiny's substantial age, it has attracted numerous enemies over time, human and otherwise. It was the determination of the organization Gamers Against Weed to protect our creation from those enemies. In order to do so, efforts were organized by members polaricecraps, gaycopmp4, fallout_meta.txt, jockjamsvol6, harmpit, and lesbian_gengar to erase an island in Lake Michigan close to the city of Kenosha, WI from history and cut off physical and sensory contact between the island and its exterior, allowing it to serve as potent hiding place. Since this time, the island, dubbed 'Kenowhere' (its original name has been lost) has become a refuge for multiple other associates of Mr. Destiny and Gamers Against Weed, establishing something of a loose community led by Mr. Destiny. Access to the island of Kenowhere can be negotiated by any member of Gamers Against Weed by petitioning jockjamsvol6, hetcopogg, or Gamers Against Weed associate, greenmanwalking, Steward and Seneschal of Kenowhere. Certain other members of Gamers Against Weed have the authority to approve access, but have not volunteered to assume that responsibility at this time. Please consult this hub immediately prior to contacting anyone regarding desired access, as the list is subject to rotation. The following is an interview between this archivist and Mr. Destiny itself, concerning its thoughts on our association with it: bones: Thank you for agreeing to conduct this interview. The_Throne_of_the_Third_Heaven_of_the_Nations'_Millennium_General_Assembly: Think nothing of it. bones: It has been requested that I advise you to change your display name to something shorter for the purposes of this interview. The_Throne_of_the_Third_Heaven_of_the_Nations'_Millennium_General_Assembly: Your advice is well-noted. bones: How old are you, by your own estimation? The_Throne_of_the_Third_Heaven_of_the_Nations'_Millennium_General_Assembly: As old as the oldest word for 'fate,' I think. bones: Would you be able to convert this estimate to into years of the Gregorian calendar? The_Throne_of_the_Third_Heaven_of_the_Nations'_Millennium_General_Assembly: No. bones: Why do you choose to associate so closely with the organization Gamers Against Weed? There are indications that you have a number of other powerful allies throughout the world, capable of concealing you from your enemies. The_Throne_of_the_Third_Heaven_of_the_Nations'_Millennium_General_Assembly: Perhaps I felt that it was not enough to be protected from the world if I could not speak to it. Once I cannot speak, people will forget I am here, and then I will not be here. Perhaps I have grown sentimental in this age, and come to believe that the best protection comes from family. The_Throne_of_the_Third_Heaven_of_the_Nations'_Millennium_General_Assembly: However, I expect that if I have become sentimental and foolish in this age, that is what I will need to be to live through it. bones: Do you believe that your close association with Gamers Against Weed places our organization in danger, given the enemies you claim to have? The_Throne_of_the_Third_Heaven_of_the_Nations'_Millennium_General_Assembly: It would be nicer if that were true. That would have an easier solution. You have all been in danger ever since you first met. I, too, hope to protect my family. bones: Which dangers do you feel Gamers Against Weed is threatened by, and how do you believe you can protect it? The_Throne_of_the_Third_Heaven_of_the_Nations'_Millennium_General_Assembly: You took a step into a wider world when you banded together as a group. Separately, maybe three or four of you are powers. They, you, would have been able to defend yourselves adequately against the things which lurk. You were merely small targets with considerable abilities. Something like what I used to be. There are dangers in becoming involved in the world, but the only predator that truly hunts your former kind — our former kind —, is loneliness. You escaped that creature. You banded together more of the outcast, the strange, the cheerless, and you made them cheerful, safe, belonging to something. You made something happy where there was nothingness. You made yourself the kind of player that the larger players notice. Because I laud your courage in this action, I wish to offer you foresight. I wish to offer you the will to act. These are what you will need to protect your group. Knowledge of the existence of Mr. Destiny and the island of Kenowhere is under no circumstances to be released to non-members of Gamers Against Weed, even established associates, except by bluntfiend, jockjamsvol6, greenmanwalking, lesbian_gengar or with the explicit approval of one of the aforementioned. This is a very real matter of security. Do not hint that you know about this outside of secure channels. Everything in this hub is dangerous information, but as a contributing member of Gamers Against Weed, it is your right to know it. Material Requirements, by greenmanwalking Foreword First thing first: not everyone on this island is an adult. I believe in this place, but the only reason I can do that is I know why each of these children are here and I know they have worse chances outside. With that said, the island isn't equipped to handle the educational needs of children, or even clothe them. Anything you want to send here should prioritize things children need, most of all. From most to least important: Clothing Not many of us came here with more than one or two changes of clothes, if that, and kids grow. We need: Any kid's clothes you can get your hands on, especially warm ones. Goose down is ideal. Most types of textile materials. Yarn, wool, felt, cotton, silk, canvas, linen, everything. Our tailors are good, but not good enough to make something out of nothing. Durable clothing. Every kind. Denim, flannel, leather, anything thick and sturdy. Of these, we especially need materials more than finished clothing so that we can mend damaged items. It doesn't matter how much clothes we have if we can't wear them without busting them. Medicine This isn't as immediate a concern as clothing at the moment, but it's inevitably our most persistent concern. There's no way around it unless one of you can cure fevers and broken bones with magic and you want to just, live here. We'd be fine with that. We have qualified physicians, nurses, and one surgeon, but we need: Pretty much every single medicine on the World Health Organization Lists of Essential Medicines. Medical dressings. Syringes and needles. Scalpels. If you can get your hands on it, an autoclave would work wonders for us. Medical tubing and IV bags. Gloves (I am begging you to follow that thought you have alone in a doctor's office that says "I could take a box of gloves before anyone gets here and nobody would know." You have a reason now). Imaging equipment. I know this one is the most difficult. Not everyone can lift an MRI machine. But if you can, we need all kinds of imaging equipment, and badly. Antibiotic soap. Almost anything you can think of. Currently, there are a lot of emergencies we have no option except to send someone off-island to address, and it's a massive headache every time we have to break transit schedules. We've had no deaths so far. I intend to keep this true for as long as possible. Energy While we do have some capacity to produce energy by burning wood, wood gas, and some limited renewable energy sources like a small watermill. For the rest, we need: Diesel and gasoline. Simplest to get, simple to use. Solar panels. There has been a solar power network in construction since before I arrived, but its progress stalled due to a lack of panels. It's laid out, aligned, and ready to plug the photovoltaic cells in and turn on, only we still haven't got those. Structural metals like steel and titanium. Copper. All kinds. Wire, plates, it's all useful. Electrical cable, again, all kinds. Ideally we'll have a few miles of general use cabling at hand for whatever we need. Decent size general purpose generators. We can make them, but we can't beat factory made. Polymer wind turbine blades. Please contact me if: You're able to transfer energy from one location to another instantaneously. You're able to make all the wind blow onto the island from one side (without affecting the weather outside the anomaly). You're able to supply a significant or stable amount of any of the above materials. Our productive capacity depends on our energy supply. We really, really need to make sure we meet what we need. Shelter Most of us are still living out of tents. We made it through the last winter that way, but personally? I didn't enjoy it. Plus, temperature regulation was a nightmare. We have a lot of wood, and we have a few permanent log structures now, but ideally we'll be able to make much better, sturdier structures with the right supplies. Current needs include: Cement. Galvanized, corrugated iron and/or asphalt shingles suitable for roofing. Rebar and every kind of fastener. If you find it, we can use it. Drywall. Copper piping. Tarps and space blankets, if nothing else. You can find most of these at home improvement stores, but distribution warehouses have more. You can sometimes steal these things off of trucks (Please do not attempt this if you have no idea how to get away with it and just want to help). But make sure to be conscientious of which companies you steal from. Food Most of our food production is done on-island, but we still need some basics to truly subsist and thrive out here. Main things we need include: Modern float sheet glass, for constructing greenhouses. Fertilizer. Nitrogen fixing by beans only goes so far. Pigs (quadruped). We don't have the kind of open areas necessary to graze goats, sheep, or cattle, but pigs thrive in the forest. Cold-resistant saplings (apples, cherries, etc.). Seasoning and hot sauce. Any seasoning you can get your hands on. Cheese and other dairy products. These are hands down the most requested food items. Meat, any kind you can find. Salt. Indispensable as a condiment but crucial as a preservative. Books We have all the computers you could ask for, but we can't spend all our time in a computer lab. But we also have a dearth of print media. To address this, here's what we'd need: Textbooks, above all else. Especially for children's education. Technical manuals. General reference books, especially for information not easily found on the internet. Novels, comics, and other "leisurely" medias. We're still humans here. For these, look for rummage sales. Look for libraries disposing of old stock. Steal a crate off an Amazon truck, if you're the kind of person who can. Electronics After everything I said about needing energy, I need to make one more thing clear. We do not need more computers. Strictly, we have more people than computers on the island and not everyone can have their own personal computer, and I know to some of you the idea of going without a personal computer is ghastly, but I promise you, there are more important things. Every desktop computer you send us (and it's usually bulky desktops) requires somewhere to sit that's accessible, cool, sheltered, dry, and has running power. We have three computer labs. I supervised the construction of two of them. It's rare that any of them is more than half occupied at once. We don't have time to build more space to put computers in right now, and smartphones fill most of functions many of us would otherwise need a computer for. What we do need is: Replacement parts for those computers (we have them; they're not going to waste). All the electrical components you can manage getting your hands on. Copper wiring. A lot. Solder. Make certain you get the lead kind, it's vital for making sure our equipment doesn't break because of bad joins. There are various small electronics, telecommunications, and radar systems that require regular upkeep, but if you send us enough components, wiring, and solder, we can do a lot more than you think. Concluding note This list is subject to change as we develop further, and will be routinely updated to better reflect our needs. If you have something you think we'd need, send me or hetcopogg a message to see if we need it. We can not afford to make unnecessary supply drops. Make sure to check back to see if things have changed regularly, and thank you for the support. Physical Anomaly Maintenance, by polaricecraps (organized and titled by bones) How It Works polaricecraps: so like polaricecraps: for how it works. polaricecraps: shit so like. fuck. imagine dropping a chunk of lead through a bit of saran wrap polaricecraps: the wrap holds for a bit and then snaps, but the chunk takes a bit of the wrap with it polaricecraps: then imagine that where the thing broke gets healed, but for both things polaricecraps: like it closes so theres no holes anymore polaricecraps: so that the saran wrap is fine and the chunk of lead is now covered in saran wrap. polaricecraps: fuck. like, in other words polaricecraps: its like when you put a bubble wand in solution, blow a bubble, and the solution forms a film on the bubble wand again, even though there's a bubble polaricecraps: but like instead of a wand its just another really fuckin big bubble. polaricecraps: its like a bubble travelling inside another bubble when stuff isnt supposed to get in polaricecraps: and when shit IS supposed to get in its just like polaricecraps: itself inside of the bubble. Bubble Integrity polaricecraps: so one of the fuckin problems with doing this is polaricecraps: if you know how the fuck bubbles work polaricecraps: theyre very very easy to manage when theyre small polaricecraps: and theyre very very very hard to keep still when theyre fuckin huge polaricecraps: it fuckin blows with the wind, with whatever current. polaricecraps: in other fuckin words polaricecraps: imagine like. polaricecraps: youre on a beach polaricecraps: and youre trying to keep a circle in the sand as good as you can polaricecraps: but its fuckin windy as shit polaricecraps: shit keeps blowing polaricecraps: and you gotta constantly watch out for where the sand blows over polaricecraps: to keep the circle goin polaricecraps: thats what im doing. polaricecraps: and frankly its fuckin not good when im not there. polaricecraps: the bubbles still up but it gets wildstyle shaped polaricecraps: because i gotta fuckin sleep. polaricecraps: so ideally polaricecraps: we get another fuckin two to keep watch on the the bubble polaricecraps: we get another fuckin two to help keep that bubble a circle polaricecraps: shit polaricecraps: we get another fuckin two to keep that bubble a sphere polaricecraps: and we should be fuckin set. smooth as shit. Illusion Maintenence polaricecraps: second fuckin issue at hand. polaricecraps: we dont really give a shit if they know what the island looks like polaricecraps: they know what the island looks like polaricecraps: they got paper fuckin maps. too fuckin many for us to know about all of em. polaricecraps: what they DONT know is how many fuckers are here polaricecraps: and the shit we built. polaricecraps: we consciously choose things to let in polaricecraps: except like. polaricecraps: i dont think its really clear how hard this shit is polaricecraps: do you know how fuckin hard it is to let in like polaricecraps: light? polaricecraps: fuckin almost all radiation? polaricecraps: not only that but we gotta keep some kinds from getting out polaricecraps: life energy and fuckin other bullshit like that. polaricecraps: so far weve fuckin gotten along real well with some real weird bullshit polaricecraps: so for the fuckin keeping things in its simple, its like a faraday cage or some shit polaricecraps: for the other shit… polaricecraps: you know how in photoshop you can use the area around something to fix a blemish and it makes it look like it's continuous. spot heal polaricecraps: outside the area it just looks like that. polaricecraps: the radiation, light warps to look like that polaricecraps: takes energy, conscious effort. polaricecraps: i set that shit up, its part of the bubble n shit polaricecraps: but harmpit's the one who keeps it going. polaricecraps: kinda. polaricecraps: harmpit's gotta fuckin sleep too. polaricecraps: so when harmpit goes down polaricecraps: very very fuckin slowly polaricecraps: its like parts of the island pop up in the spot heal. polaricecraps: muddy and shitty, but still very worrying polaricecraps: if somethin ever were to happen to harmpit polaricecraps: we fuckin lose it. polaricecraps: and they start seein shit. polaricecraps: we cant have that. polaricecraps: we need, we really need like at least one other person polaricecraps: preferrably two polaricecraps: who arent the two for the bubble shit. Final Thought polaricecraps: so listen polaricecraps: i know how it sounds polaricecraps: but at least one of you fuckin bastards knows what the fuck i meant here. polaricecraps: and if anyone did polaricecraps: please fuckin message me. polaricecraps: help us obi wan kenobi polaricecraps: you old fuckin bastard Information Security, by gaycopmp4 and lesbian_gengar First of all, don't mention Kenowhere. Like, anywhere outside our own servers, on devices that have been confirmed as secure. Don't say it out loud unless you're on the island or you're in a place that's been checked for surveillance. Since we can't check everyone's house one by one, that probably means don't say it inside your home, workplace, or local shopping or entertainment center. Same general rules as anything we make, but this one is really serious. We're lucky that the name that stuck ended up sounding like you're just talking about Kenosha, Wisconsin, but they wouldn't call it that if people around the globe actually had a good reason to talk about Kenosha, Wisconsin. As far as we know, neither Janitor nor Tankfucker actually know what we call the place, but that's a layer of security we want to keep. If they notice that we even have a name for the place, we're in trouble. Second, don't talk about Kenowhere on main GAW servers. Seriously. Only on the one we have set up for this. You can mention it in passing, but don't describe it. If there's a security breach to one of our regular servers, we lose a lot, but the people on the island don't suffer for it if we're not stupid. If you see a message on a main server that mentions Kenowhere get deleted as fast as it shows up, it's not subliminal messaging or a trick; bones is doing its job. Try to avoid making its job harder. Speaking of subliminal messages and tricks, though, if you have a way to encourage people not to think of what we did at Kenowhere as important, strange, or worth looking into through some kind of perceptual woo, contact me (lesbian_gengar) and we'll talk about how to work it into the system of illusions already in place without interference. If you have a way to shield telecommunications beyond the security layers already in place, or to prevent online data collection regarding Mr. Destiny or the anomaly, contact me (gaycopmp4) and first we'll talk about why you didn't tell me that for regular security reasons already, and second we'll talk about how to integrate your security measures with the ones already in place. It would be especially nice if somebody could figure out a way for people on the island to call people outside safely except on that one phone somebody just left there in a Christmas gift package with a note that said "It's lonely where you are, take this." It would be especially especially nice if whoever did that would fess up and explain how they pulled it off. Transit Information and a final note on the Destiny Anomaly, by greenmanwalking and hetcopogg First of all, we want you, the reader, to understand what it means to undergo retreat or pilgrimage or whatever to Kenowhere, or to see Mr. Destiny. If you read the greenmanwalking reports, you should know what Kenowhere is. So, following that, you should know what Mr. Destiny does and what he doesn't. What Mr. Destiny Does and Doesn't As far as we (all senior specialist volunteers to the Kenowhere project) can tell, Mr. Destiny's primary fate-influencing effect acts more on people who have something they could or should be doing but are blocked from in some way, by social, physical, mental, or emotional barriers, in descending order. This means that although Mr. Destiny tends to influence people to do important things, just because you think you're King Important Of The Dick Mountain because you have special powers it doesn't mean you're going to become Emperor Hyper-Relevant Of The Interstellar Flying Dick Federation from being around it. bluntfiend is the most magic one of all of us, and he hates being around the guy. He spent five minutes or so one time talking to it and then wept for about an hour, and never talked to him again, and he doesn't talk about it except to say that he doesn't recommend doing it. And he's not any more magic than he was before that. Some of the other paranormal-abled members of Gamers Against Weed have found it helpful to be around it, but bluntfiend is still just as much more magic than any of them as he was before. It's not about that. Valid Reasons to Request Access Now that that's settled, there's four generally valid reasons to request permission to go to Kenowhere. They are as follows: You have a strong genuine belief in the Kenowhere project and you have an ability, talent, or skill, paranormal or otherwise which you feel you could use to contribute to the project most effectively on-island. We love you guys, but please try to make sure you have a 2-3 page proposal (informal writing, but use a legible 12 point font and single space) about how you intend to use your abilities to contribute to the Kenowhere project and try to be sure you're mentally prepared to live on a weird time bubble island with a lot of eccentric people for the duration of the time you need to make a real improvement. If you want to leave early, we won't keep you here and you'll be on the next ship out, but please think about it. Because you have nowhere else to go. There are a lot of reasons for this. You don't have to give much detail about why you need to be there, though credibility is a bonus. We don't want to keep any well-meaning people in an unsafe living situation we can remove them from. We don't really want to keep anyone in an unsafe living situation we can remove them from, but if basic island security is neglected, that means everyone else who came to find sanctuary from an unsafe situation is now at-risk again. You want to be something more. Tell us about that. You don't need to bring a proposal or a 5-step plan for your self-improvement, but we're going to want to talk to you. We understand that many people seeking to be better may not wish to relay their reasons for having that desire, but see above (#2). You experience Mr. Destiny's call. See the section below. All applicants who seem suspect are subject to a lie detecting test to be conducted by me (greenmanwalking), while under the effects of a 'truth-seeing powder' the big guy has left over from, I don't even know what. Some kind of old trade. He doesn't have a current supplier, but he has enough left to share with me for this purpose. I don't like using it. It doesn't have pleasant after-effects. It's strong magic and I'm not. It'll show me things. Please do not lie about your motives. I don't mind screening people who are sincere and well-intentioned in their desires, even if they're flagged as suspicious. That's the job. People who misrepresent their intentions and goodwill entirely… annoy me, and it's frankly embarrassing for them, too. If your request for transit is flagged as suspicious by your interviewer, you are not required to take the test, but you will not be allowed to go to the island otherwise. On Destiny's Call Show Hide If you receive Mr. Destiny's Call, (capital C) two things happen. First, you receive a communication from Mr. Destiny. This varies a lot, including instances of contact such as in-person, business card, letter, e-mail, telepathy, personalized advertisements, payphone outside of a warehouse, crossword puzzles, and encoded message within a sequence of randomly generated numbers. Second, you've essentially got something like a little piece of JJ's abilities. Mr. Destiny turning himself inside out like how JJ's powers got turned inside out for him. You don't actually need any advice from here on out, but this section is for anyone who feels a little nervous or anxious about what's going on. This is in our section because none of the magic people of the senior project volunteers had it happen to them like we did, though mine (hetcopogg) was kind of two-way and mine (greenmanwalking) was… you read about it in the other tab.23 He can't do this for himself, but people who receive his call are going to find it supernaturally easy to travel where they need to go, which, as long as he's stuck in Kenowhere, is anywhere on Lake Michigan's shore in the general area of Kenosha, WI, or, in some cases, anywhere on Lake Michigan's shore. Reportedly, one can kind of 'tell' where. A few examples of this happening follow: Finding they've suddenly come into airplane or bus tickets in their name. Finding visa applications surprisingly quick and easy. Finding they have a friend making a convenient move who conveniently would love to have company on the way over. Finding exact cab fare underfoot where they stopped to look at their map. Finding classified documents unexpectedly straightforward to steal. Finding they are able to get over the shock of a man with a dog's head showing up in their dorm room surprisingly quickly when their roommate who is under a cognitomanipulative effect not to notice anything weird that happens in your dorm room comes in, talks to him like he doesn't have a dog head and does have a shirt on, and finds him so charming she offers him some of her left-over dessert and they don't even mind not getting offered the leftover dessert because it was kind of cute. If you're nervous about the trip and you don't want to go: don't worry about it. Nobody is going to make you go anywhere you don't want to go, regardless of any calling you feel. It will fade over time unless you change your mind. You are always allowed to change your mind. If you're nervous about the trip but you still want to go, don't worry about it. People who have experienced the Call have reported on their trips anything from tiny lucks like: Being assigned to an exit row. The second-to-last seat on the bus having some kind of malfunction that gave them an abnormally large amount of leg room. Unusually good conversations with strangers that kept them entertained for hours and really glad they met someone they wouldn't normally To very large ones, such as the following: A government bureaucrat calling them "a good luck charm" and telling them to call if they had trouble processing any documents in the future. Closure with the fact of their friend moving away. Extremely handsome cab drivers. Finding a rare translation of Ovid you couldn't find anywhere until your you-were-boyfriends-for-a-long-time-in-college-and-you've-always-been-there-for-each-other-ever-since gave you a copy for your birthday that you still treasure it even though you can read Ovid in Latin now right by where you remember last reading your briefing materials on KTE-6561-Black in your quarters even though you were afraid you lost it The opportunity to hug a dog who can hug you back. When you make it to the lake, don't worry about the bubble keeping people outside. It won't stop you. Different people have gone through in different ways. For a few examples: Finding old abandoned rowboats sitting around somewhere and found them unexpectedly functional and just rowed right in. Finding it surprisingly simple to just swim until they hit land. Don't worry if it's a few miles away and you can't row that far or swim that far. There's magic around you right now. Do whatever immediately makes sense to you; you'll be pulled towards that anyway, it won't be hard. Some people, most of whom who have not previously used a supernatural ritual to move from one location to another, have found it intuitive to conduct some kind of special dance, prayer, geomantic rearrangement, anointment, or other type of process in order to arrive there. (Results of this vary. This may or may not still involve entering the lake conventionally following the ritual.) Finding themselves immediately standing on Kenowhere instead of the shore they were on before. Finding a barge rowed by a quiet but oddly comforting man in a hood who 'felt more like a protector than, like, death' suddenly float to shore out from the mist (which itself recently suddenly appeared) which conducted them to the island in 'about as much time as we needed to process what was going on.' Finding that a road of free-floating bog fragments, ice patches, or 'really big inflatable mattresses' drifting in on the waves suddenly formed and they walked across. This group sometimes but not always finds that at one point or another they can see their bridge being unbuilt behind them and built in front of them. Don't worry if you see this happening. It's going your pace. Finding themselves able to walk across the surface of the water itself. Try not to get a big head. You're not Jesus, you're just Peter holding his hand. Except, in this analogy Jesus can't walk on water. Only Peter. (I once asked the big guy if he was a god. He said, "to some." Take it as you will. -greenmanwalking) The luck effect will wear off when you hit the island. Things can get in your way again. You're not going to be supernaturally lucky. But you made it to somewhere safe, somewhere where everybody is going to work to get you what you need, because we all work for everybody to get what they need. We are going to protect you like we protect all of us. We are going to listen to you, like we listen to all of us. Lastly: don't worry about meeting Mr. Destiny. He's really nice, and he hasn't ever bitten anyone the entire time he has been in Kenowhere. And he wanted to meet you for a reason. bluntfiend: So you want, like, a closing message from the leader of Gamers Against Weed about why we're doing all this stuff with Mr. Destiny for your database entry on it? bluntfiend: Basically it's like… well, we made this guy, right? We didn't mean to make him exactly how we did but it's here because of us and that makes us responsible for it, right? If something bad happens to it because of the way we made it then that's kind of our responsibility. bluntfiend: I know only like five of us were actually involved in making it and we don't do this kind of thing for most of the Misters we make but it was made as part of something we're all part of and most of the Misters we make don't seem to want to have much to do with us, and like, this one came to us to ask for help. bluntfiend: And it is what it is and it does what it does because we made it like we are, you know? bluntfiend: So it's one of us, basically. bluntfiend: And if we don't look out for each other, who's going to look out for any of us, right? bluntfiend: Just tell them I said that, okay, bones? Footnotes 1. "Janitors," in common parlance. 2. bluntfiend: The other Janitors. The mean ones. gaycopmp4: the ones who want to fuck tanks 3. polaricecraps: im doing my best 4. polaricecraps: bullshit 5. greenmanwalking: This is the only part I can be sure they haven't changed. All of the rest of the information is accurate but only up until they stopped letting me look at the file on 2017-11-9. 6. greenmanwalking: I didn't have clearance to get this part, but I think you should be able to guess what it was. 7. No documentation from the ORIA has been recovered. This is considered a low-priority goal. 8. We were unfortunately unable to recover this. It has been requested that recovering an image or transcript of this tablet be considered a priority the next time a member of the Global Occult Coalition or Office for the Reclamation of Islamic Artifacts chooses to defect. 9. lesbian_gengar: it doesn't count if he gave it back, dude. 10. polaricecraps: dude is that your actual first name 11. polaricecraps: like i'm just saying they're sure writing this on an official report like it is actually your name 12. polaricecraps: holy shit it is 13. jockjamsvol6: dude you really let bones keep this part in? greenmanwalking: Of course I did. 14. polaricecraps: right? 15. lesbian_gengar: lmao 16. greenmanwalking: lmao 17. talman_corvett: lmao 18. greenmanwalking: The only defense I offer is that paramilitary nicknames for things don't sound stupid when everyone around you uses them, too. 19. lesbian_gengar: lol 20. gaycopmp4: hey i just noticed literally every time you describe him he has his tits out. is that just like his thing greenmanwalking: Dude his tits are just out like every single time I see him. gaycopmp4: respect 21. harmpit: mlao 22. fallout_meta.txt: I didn't want to interrupt at the time, but I think that might only be the surreal part for JJ. 23. fallout_meta.txt: Arguably, GAW as a whole was receiving his call when we made Kenowhere. greenmanwalking: …probably, yes. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "Project Kenowhere Central Volunteer Hub" by scarhaver and DolphinSlugchugger, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4239. 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-4240 Special Containment Procedures: Foundation web-crawlers are to pull any material mentioning SCP-4240 which surfaces online. Any individuals found to be posting such materials are to be brought into custody, interviewed, and administered amnestics as appropriate. Any testing of SCP-4240 must be approved by at least one member of Level 4 personnel. Description: SCP-4240 is a series of instructions, referred to as 'The Roundabout Game', which when followed allow an individual to access an extradimensional space. These instructions, as originally posted on parawatch.net in late 2015, are as follows: THE ROUNDABOUT GAME Looking to see something interesting? Then follow these instructions. ONE: Pick at least four doors in your house. At most eight. TWO: (USE CHALK!) Number each of the doors, making sure to write the numbers very clearly- this will be important later. Make sure you are able to pass through each door in order! THREE: Once the clock hits midnight, start going Roundabout! Once you hit the last door, go through the first one again! After ten loops or so, you'll see what the fuss is about… ;) REMEMBER: Don't leave the loop before you win! Don't go back through a door you've just gone through! Keep going until you reach the staircase - and then all will be well again (I'm talking to you now). Once an individual familiar with these rules undertakes the steps detailed, they will disappear from observation following three of the described loops. Interviews with surviving subjects indicate that, at this point, they enter an extradimensional space (hereafter referred to as SCP-4240-1) initially identical to their previous location. However, as they continue to perform loops within SCP-4240-1, the environment will grow noticeably darker and new rooms will appear between the numbered doors, significantly increasing the length and difficulty of the loop. Any individuals who attempt to break the rules of SCP-4240 by going back through a door they have just passed through will be returned to their original location with a level of injury proportionate to the number of loops they have already made. Prior to twenty-five loops, subjects commonly survive with major bruising to the face and limbs, but all subjects who have attempted to exit past twenty-five loops have been killed via severe blunt force trauma. The exact mechanism by which these injuries are inflicted is unknown, as subjects retain no memory of the crossover period between SCP-4240-1 and the real world. Past twenty-five loops, recordings have shown subjects reporting feelings of being watched and followed, as well as being touched by an invisible but physical presence. The nature of this entity is currently unknown. Thus far, no individual has successfully 'won' SCP-4240 as described. (See Exploration Log 4240-1.) Exploration Log 4240-1: On 15/02/2018, D-28392 was instructed to enter SCP-4240-1 and continue looping for as long as possible. The subject was equipped with a recording device and instructed to report on his experiences as he proceeded. Uh? Hello? This thing on? (pause) They're, uh, they're telling me it's on. So they've got these four sort-of rooms set up, like, out of plastic or some shit. Gotta be honest, they look … really flimsy. Like I could just punch a hole in this. Are you sure this is fine? (pause) They're saying it's fine. Uh, loop three, I guess. Um, everyone's gone - I could see them before, kind of through the plastic, but now nothing. Plus, something just feels weird, like, with the floor? I dunno, I can't really say for sure. (gulps) So, I guess I go through door one again now. Loop five. Nothing's really changing. It's a little darker outside, maybe, but that might just be my imagination. Uh, loop six! Loop six! There's a new fucking room between three and four! Like, not made out of plastic or anything, it's, uh, it's brick as far as I can tell. And it stinks, there's something, uh, there's definitely something rotting in these bags. There's… (sounds of rustling) Chicken. Oh, thank fuck. Loop seven. Yeah, the meat room's sticking around, it's still here. There's kind of a, uh, a porch between four and one now, too. Uh, you said to note my experiences, so I should probably mention this - I said I could punch a hole in the wall before, that it was real flimsy shit. Well, I can't anymore. Won't even budge. So that's something, I guess. Loop eleven. Starting to get tired. Is there a time limit on this, or…? Probably should have asked before we started. Loop sixteen. Got a hallway right after the meat room now, so getting from three to four's kind of a trek. Plus, it's starting to get dark. I tried the flashlight, but that's getting dark too. It's like watching TV with the brightness down. Loop twenty. Got a long-ass walk from three to four now. Meat room, then the hallway, then the meat room again. Tripped over my own feet more than once, too. Only thing I can see really clearly is the numbers on the, uh, the doors. So we've got that. Loop twenty-five. There's something behind me. I just … (sounds of movement) can't see it, but I know it's fucking there, I mean, listen. (sound of rapid footsteps) Wait for it. (sound of rapid footsteps) See?! That's not me! That's something following right behind me! Oh, this is fucked. Meat room again. Loop thirty…five? He's right behind me, pressing against me whenever I stop. Cold, but he's getting warmer. I don't … I don't know, man … I don't wanna turn around. Forty-two. He's on my back, he's got his arms around my neck. (gulps) I need to hold my - hold my head funny or his elbow digs in. He's … he's got elbows, that's important information. Is that important information? Um. Heavy. Sixteen meat rooms. Seventeen. Sometimes my childhood bedroom, sometimes my childhood basement, sometimes my prison cells, sometimes my quarters here. Legs hurt. I can just … barely see them - the rooms, not my legs, uh - if I close my eyes, but the numbers … he's breathing on my cheek. (moaning) That wasn't me. Gnawing my ear. Took a bit off, but I couldn't feel it. There's just a part of me, uh, miss - missing. If I - If I reach m'arm behind me, I can feel his face, like in the movie about the elephant man … Dumbo …? I tried to feel his face again, t-to compare, but I don't have that anymore. What? But I, I figured it out, why I'm standing all funny, what's up with … with the floor. It's tilted downwards, just a - just a little. (coughing) This isn't a circle - it's a spiral. When I was a kid, and I pissed off my mum, she always used to tell me about the twin I'd killed in the womb. How good of a son he'd have been, and how he would have respected her. How he wouldn't hurt her like I'd hurt her, like I'd always hurt her. Then she'd hit me or send me down to my room or whatever she felt like. I always felt like a monster when she'd told me what I'd done. There's always someone who isn't alive because you are. Ain't that awful? But … (whimpering) I'm feeling … feeling like I've been redeemed some. (sound of tearing meat) (sounds of licking) (laughing) (muffled) Okay! Love you, buddy. Loop ninety-nine. Stairs. Following this final recording, twenty-five hours and fifty-three minutes after he had first entered the extradimensional space, D-28392 reappeared at Site-36 and collapsed from exhaustion. Following a brief period allowed for recovery, D-28392 was brought back in for an interview. <Begin Log> Dr. Land: Welcome back. How do you feel? (No response. D-28392 is looking down at his hands, grinning widely.) Dr. Land: D-28392? D-28392: (looks up) Oh, uh, sorry doc. It's just, you know, twenty-five hours in the pitch dark, you kinda forget what your hands look like. What were you saying? Dr. Land: I was just asking how you were feeling. D-28392: (laughs) Not bad. You? (Pause.) Dr. Land: We listened to your recordings. D-28392: Okay. Dr. Land: Partway through, you start to mention this presence that's there with you. Can you expand on that a little for me? You weren't very clear on the recordings. D-28392: Oh, uh, sorry. (laughs) It was kind of this, uh, sort of invisible thing with me, hanging onto my back. Was that, like, a ghost or something? Dr. Land: I really couldn't say. What happened to it? D-28392: (laughs) Hell if I know. Just glad that thing is finally gone, you know? It dropped off once I reached the stairs. Dr. Land: You say it 'dropped off'. From that wording, do you think it's dead? D-28392: (smiles) Yeah, I think so. <End Log> D-28392 was kept under observation for a month and thoroughly tested for any abnormalities that may have arisen from his use of SCP-4240 and his experiences within the extradimensional space. After testing confirmed him to be in the same state he had been when he first entered said space, with no anomalous properties, he was released on 01/04/2018 following standard D-Class employment policies. Incident 4240-1: In order to gain more intelligence on any entities potentially dwelling within SCP-4240-1, further exploration was arranged. D-39212, equipped with a recording device in the same manner as D-28392, was ordered to proceed into SCP-4240-1 and make precise observations regarding any entities that he might encounter. Six hours later, D-39212's beaten corpse reappeared on the testing ground. Analysis of his recordings indicated that he had become intimidated by a pile of human viscera that had appeared during one of his loops and he had thus attempted to flee SCP-4240-1 by retracing his steps. Due to the number of loops he had already undertaken, this resulted in his death via blunt force trauma. Analysis of viscera traces from D-39212's shoe showed it to be genetically identical to D-28392. The entity released from Site-36 on 01/04/2018 has yet to be found. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4240" by Tanhony, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4240. 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-4240 Special Containment Procedures: Foundation web-crawlers are to pull any material mentioning SCP-4240 which surfaces online. Any individuals found to be posting such materials are to be brought into custody, interviewed, and administered amnestics as appropriate. Any testing of SCP-4240 must be approved by at least one member of Level 4 personnel. Description: SCP-4240 is a series of instructions, referred to as 'The Roundabout Game', which when followed allow an individual to access an extradimensional space. These instructions, as originally posted on parawatch.net in late 2015, are as follows: THE ROUNDABOUT GAME Looking to see something interesting? Then follow these instructions. ONE: Pick at least four doors in your house. At most eight. TWO: (USE CHALK!) Number each of the doors, making sure to write the numbers very clearly- this will be important later. Make sure you are able to pass through each door in order! THREE: Once the clock hits midnight, start going Roundabout! Once you hit the last door, go through the first one again! After ten loops or so, you'll see what the fuss is about… ;) REMEMBER: Don't leave the loop before you win! Don't go back through a door you've just gone through! Keep going until you reach the staircase - and then all will be well again (I'm talking to you now). Once an individual familiar with these rules undertakes the steps detailed, they will disappear from observation following three of the described loops. Interviews with surviving subjects indicate that, at this point, they enter an extradimensional space (hereafter referred to as SCP-4240-1) initially identical to their previous location. However, as they continue to perform loops within SCP-4240-1, the environment will grow noticeably darker and new rooms will appear between the numbered doors, significantly increasing the length and difficulty of the loop. Any individuals who attempt to break the rules of SCP-4240 by going back through a door they have just passed through will be returned to their original location with a level of injury proportionate to the number of loops they have already made. Prior to twenty-five loops, subjects commonly survive with major bruising to the face and limbs, but all subjects who have attempted to exit past twenty-five loops have been killed via severe blunt force trauma. The exact mechanism by which these injuries are inflicted is unknown, as subjects retain no memory of the crossover period between SCP-4240-1 and the real world. Past twenty-five loops, recordings have shown subjects reporting feelings of being watched and followed, as well as being touched by an invisible but physical presence. The nature of this entity is currently unknown. Thus far, no individual has successfully 'won' SCP-4240 as described. (See Exploration Log 4240-1.) Exploration Log 4240-1: On 15/02/2018, D-28392 was instructed to enter SCP-4240-1 and continue looping for as long as possible. The subject was equipped with a recording device and instructed to report on his experiences as he proceeded. Uh? Hello? This thing on? (pause) They're, uh, they're telling me it's on. So they've got these four sort-of rooms set up, like, out of plastic or some shit. Gotta be honest, they look … really flimsy. Like I could just punch a hole in this. Are you sure this is fine? (pause) They're saying it's fine. Uh, loop three, I guess. Um, everyone's gone - I could see them before, kind of through the plastic, but now nothing. Plus, something just feels weird, like, with the floor? I dunno, I can't really say for sure. (gulps) So, I guess I go through door one again now. Loop five. Nothing's really changing. It's a little darker outside, maybe, but that might just be my imagination. Uh, loop six! Loop six! There's a new fucking room between three and four! Like, not made out of plastic or anything, it's, uh, it's brick as far as I can tell. And it stinks, there's something, uh, there's definitely something rotting in these bags. There's… (sounds of rustling) Chicken. Oh, thank fuck. Loop seven. Yeah, the meat room's sticking around, it's still here. There's kind of a, uh, a porch between four and one now, too. Uh, you said to note my experiences, so I should probably mention this - I said I could punch a hole in the wall before, that it was real flimsy shit. Well, I can't anymore. Won't even budge. So that's something, I guess. Loop eleven. Starting to get tired. Is there a time limit on this, or…? Probably should have asked before we started. Loop sixteen. Got a hallway right after the meat room now, so getting from three to four's kind of a trek. Plus, it's starting to get dark. I tried the flashlight, but that's getting dark too. It's like watching TV with the brightness down. Loop twenty. Got a long-ass walk from three to four now. Meat room, then the hallway, then the meat room again. Tripped over my own feet more than once, too. Only thing I can see really clearly is the numbers on the, uh, the doors. So we've got that. Loop twenty-five. There's something behind me. I just … (sounds of movement) can't see it, but I know it's fucking there, I mean, listen. (sound of rapid footsteps) Wait for it. (sound of rapid footsteps) See?! That's not me! That's something following right behind me! Oh, this is fucked. Meat room again. Loop thirty…five? He's right behind me, pressing against me whenever I stop. Cold, but he's getting warmer. I don't … I don't know, man … I don't wanna turn around. Forty-two. He's on my back, he's got his arms around my neck. (gulps) I need to hold my - hold my head funny or his elbow digs in. He's … he's got elbows, that's important information. Is that important information? Um. Heavy. Sixteen meat rooms. Seventeen. Sometimes my childhood bedroom, sometimes my childhood basement, sometimes my prison cells, sometimes my quarters here. Legs hurt. I can just … barely see them - the rooms, not my legs, uh - if I close my eyes, but the numbers … he's breathing on my cheek. (moaning) That wasn't me. Gnawing my ear. Took a bit off, but I couldn't feel it. There's just a part of me, uh, miss - missing. If I - If I reach m'arm behind me, I can feel his face, like in the movie about the elephant man … Dumbo …? I tried to feel his face again, t-to compare, but I don't have that anymore. What? But I, I figured it out, why I'm standing all funny, what's up with … with the floor. It's tilted downwards, just a - just a little. (coughing) This isn't a circle - it's a spiral. When I was a kid, and I pissed off my mum, she always used to tell me about the twin I'd killed in the womb. How good of a son he'd have been, and how he would have respected her. How he wouldn't hurt her like I'd hurt her, like I'd always hurt her. Then she'd hit me or send me down to my room or whatever she felt like. I always felt like a monster when she'd told me what I'd done. There's always someone who isn't alive because you are. Ain't that awful? But … (whimpering) I'm feeling … feeling like I've been redeemed some. (sound of tearing meat) (sounds of licking) (laughing) (muffled) Okay! Love you, buddy. Loop ninety-nine. Stairs. Following this final recording, twenty-five hours and fifty-three minutes after he had first entered the extradimensional space, D-28392 reappeared at Site-36 and collapsed from exhaustion. Following a brief period allowed for recovery, D-28392 was brought back in for an interview. <Begin Log> Dr. Land: Welcome back. How do you feel? (No response. D-28392 is looking down at his hands, grinning widely.) Dr. Land: D-28392? D-28392: (looks up) Oh, uh, sorry doc. It's just, you know, twenty-five hours in the pitch dark, you kinda forget what your hands look like. What were you saying? Dr. Land: I was just asking how you were feeling. D-28392: (laughs) Not bad. You? (Pause.) Dr. Land: We listened to your recordings. D-28392: Okay. Dr. Land: Partway through, you start to mention this presence that's there with you. Can you expand on that a little for me? You weren't very clear on the recordings. D-28392: Oh, uh, sorry. (laughs) It was kind of this, uh, sort of invisible thing with me, hanging onto my back. Was that, like, a ghost or something? Dr. Land: I really couldn't say. What happened to it? D-28392: (laughs) Hell if I know. Just glad that thing is finally gone, you know? It dropped off once I reached the stairs. Dr. Land: You say it 'dropped off'. From that wording, do you think it's dead? D-28392: (smiles) Yeah, I think so. <End Log> D-28392 was kept under observation for a month and thoroughly tested for any abnormalities that may have arisen from his use of SCP-4240 and his experiences within the extradimensional space. After testing confirmed him to be in the same state he had been when he first entered said space, with no anomalous properties, he was released on 01/04/2018 following standard D-Class employment policies. Incident 4240-1: In order to gain more intelligence on any entities potentially dwelling within SCP-4240-1, further exploration was arranged. D-39212, equipped with a recording device in the same manner as D-28392, was ordered to proceed into SCP-4240-1 and make precise observations regarding any entities that he might encounter. Six hours later, D-39212's beaten corpse reappeared on the testing ground. Analysis of his recordings indicated that he had become intimidated by a pile of human viscera that had appeared during one of his loops and he had thus attempted to flee SCP-4240-1 by retracing his steps. Due to the number of loops he had already undertaken, this resulted in his death via blunt force trauma. Analysis of viscera traces from D-39212's shoe showed it to be genetically identical to D-28392. The entity released from Site-36 on 01/04/2018 has yet to be found. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4240" by Tanhony, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4240. 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-4241 — Researcher's Nightmare Author: AlanDaris First skip after big time off. Also, first skip that I and others liked enough for it to stay on the mainlist. ~~ More Alan Stuff ~~ NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION The following document is considered outdated and is set to be updated in accordance with the newly acquired information regarding SCP-4241. Note that the current revision of the document contains a number of redactions (presented in blue) the credibility of which has not been verified yet. Item #: SCP-4241 Special Containment Procedures: Due to the scarcity of information regarding the nature and capabilities of SCP-4241, effective containment procedures have not yet been developed. Research is ongoing. Currently, the most efficient method of detecting SCP-4241 lies in conducting a psychological test aimed at the detection of clinical depression in a passing subject. This test is to be passed by all subjects who have been in close proximity or verbally in contact with the infected individuals and by all Site-224 personnel (including Class-D employees and PoIs currently residing in the Site). А positive result is to be considered a sign of SCP-4241 contamination, provided that the subject did not exhibit similar symptoms prior to the SCP-4241's discovery. All affected subjects are to be isolated supervised and provided psychological assistance if required. Site-224 is to be placed under a full lockdown until the nature of SCP-4241 is understood and more efficient containment procedures are developed. Description: SCP-4241 is a designation for an anomalous virus phenomenon affecting the human psyche. Currently, twelve; nearly half; all of the Site-224 employees are considered to be affected by SCP-4241. The exact mechanism of SCP-4241's effect is still poorly understood as it does not affect the subject's physical state and cannot be detected through medical examination. SCP-4241 is capable of transmitting from one subject to another, similar to nonanomalous viruses over long distances with no apparent pattern. Recent SCP-4241 activity has shown that it is able to spread while all affected subjects are isolated. Through testing and interviews with affected subjects, it was established that virtually all of the affected individuals exhibit a number of similar symptoms related to their psychological health, some of which are usually associated with clinical depression. SCP-4241's effect is primarily characterized by malaise, irritability, and persistent fatigue in the early stages and subject's inability to enter an affective state characterized by the positive emotions1 with the onset of later stages (typically after 4-5 days after initial contamination). Most of the subjects are also exhibiting such symptoms as loss of appetite and palate, as well as insomnia irrational fear of falling asleep. Affected individuals had also reported experiencing dreams during REM sleep2, the content of which cannot be remembered by the subject after awakening but causes recurring psychological distress. It is currently unclear if the dreams are caused by the anomalous effect or by a natural stress reaction. The initial discovery of SCP-4241 took place on 12\08\2019; it is believed that the phenomenon has started spreading somewhere around that time and is related to the outcome of the mission performed by MTF Omega-31 ("Sticky Fingers") a week prior. ► OPEN ADDENDUM: Head researcher's notes ▼ CLOSE ADDENDUM: Head researcher's notes The following is a transcript of audio logs made by Dr. Bishop during his investigation regarding SCP-4241, which were accessed through his personal recording device shortly after Incident 4241-Δ (for more information, see the Incident 4241-Δ report). DATE: 16/08/19 Today I was assigned to SCP-4241 as a head researcher since the preceding assigned researcher has been affected by it. I was granted the permission to edit SCP-4241's description directly if I find new information regarding this phenomenon. As suggested by the instructions, I will be recording the information regarding SCP-4241 and the situation in the Site in general over the course of my research in order to preserve the collected data in case of something bad happening to me or SCP-4241's document. Currently, twelve Site-224 employees are infected by SCP-4241. It is believed that the main pocket of infection is the Site's medical department, although SCP-4241 may be present in other departments as well. The goal of the research is to acquire more information regarding SCP-4241's nature and develop efficient containment measures for it. The medical examination and body fluid analysis of the affected subjects have already been conducted. I'm hoping that this time we'll be able to get results. DATE: 17/08/19 The situation here isn't as smooth as desired: although there were no orders regarding Site's lockdown, security personnel doesn't let anyone outside. Currently, the directive from the security department is to stay inside the facility until "the situation is better understood". Something tells me that they don't want to alarm the employees and in reality, the lockdown is just a matter of time. The medical examination of the affected subjects has shown that absolutely nothing is wrong with them. At least physically. It doesn't make them feel better though, as psychological tests are still showing the same results. Additionally, we had to move all subjects considered to be affected to quarantine. It's very surreal to lock your friends and colleagues into chambers and treat them like anomalies, but we have no other choice. Site's medical department has been unofficially labeled a restricted area, no one is willing to go there anymore and I can't blame them. I'm sure it will be better to shut it down completely as we can't risk the health of not affected employees. DATE: 18/08/19 Quarantine didn't work. More people started to exhibit similar symptoms, the signs of SCP-4241 are all across the Site now. If this is truly a virus, then it's one of the most contagious I've ever seen. My attempts to find some kind of pattern in SCP-4241's spreading or it's victims have failed miserably. The research isn't completely hopeless though. I still have some theories that are worth testing. I've interviewed one of the affected subjects today. To be more precise, it was an agent whose name is T███████. She has colorfully described what it feels like to be affected. Most of the information was practically identical to what we were able to acquire through testing, but there was that one detail that I can't get out of my head: T███████ has mentioned that sometimes she gets a sudden feeling of anxiety when going to sleep, like the idea of falling asleep is worrying to her. She said that this feeling was with her since she was affected by SCP-4241, but couldn't find any reason for it. Looks like SCP-4241 is able to affect subject's psyche on multiple levels even though there are no traces of it within the subject's body. This gave me an idea: SCP-4241 doesn't necessarily have to be a virus or exist in physical reality at all to affect its victims. Tomorrow I'll get a response from the memetic department and try to reach out to the antimemetic team as well. Maybe the answer is closer than we think. DATE: 19/08/19 Looks like I'm not bad at predicting; from now on we're under lockdown. The order came in this morning, followed by a report regarding an increasing number of the subjects affected by SCP-4241. And given that we don't know the nature of this "disease", they had to not only lock us inside the facility but also stop the information from going in and out in case of SCP-4241 being an infohazard. No communication with other sites, no possibility to use cell phones or leave the facility. It's just us and those white walls now. I'm considering giving those employees that were moved to quarantine a possibility to spend some time outside of it while remaining under supervision. Constantly residing in the chambers affects their mental state negatively and SCP-4241 seems to be spreading anyway. If we'll keep one part of the infected inside the chambers, all the while letting others roam the Site freely it may cause some concerns. I've got the response from the memetic department: unfortunately, they couldn't find anything. The antimemetic team also conducted a thorough analysis, no antimemetic agents of any sort were detected. So, we'll just have to keep searching. DATE: 20/08/19 Today I've conducted two more interviews with affected subjects, former junior researchers. They both reported feeling persistent anxiety when going to sleep or even thinking about doing so. It seems like they all have dreams that leave them very distressed, but no one can remember what exactly they were dreaming about after awakening. And if that wasn't enough, today we found out that a researcher who was one of the first SCP-4241 victims took his own life. We all agreed on the fact that right now it's important to not let this one-off case become a tendency. It's not so easy to do though, especially considering that all medication we tried has shown no effect on any of the affected subjects. Looks like the deadline of this research is far closer than I thought. DATE: 22/08/19 I'm infected. To be fair it is hard to find someone in this facility who isn't. The research team says that it could be a mistake and we should run some additional tests, but I don't think it's necessary. I'm sure I had a nightmare last night because I woke up screaming so loudly you'd think I saw the most terrifying thing in my life. But… Of course, I can't remember anything. The research has reached a dead end and I have no idea what the source of SCP-4241 could be. I didn't record anything yesterday because there was virtually nothing to report. Everything is getting worse but at the same time, this whole situation seems so… Stable. No monster outbreaks, no horrific events happening to people. Nobody is dying, either. The Site's AIC is fine and containment protocols are still functioning. The site looks almost normal if you look at it from the outside. DATE: 2?/08/19 So, couple (two or three?) days ago I decided that if we can't understand SCP-4241's nature we can approach it from a different direction: maybe finding out how and when it started spreading will help us in some way. So I've been in the archive for all this time trying to pinpoint an exact time stamp when it happened and draw some kind of connection. Didn't have any sleep for the past two (three? four?) nights. I just couldn't bring myself to close my eyes. Even the thought about having to experience those nightmares again gives me the creeps. When I was a kid, I'd often be afraid to go back to sleep after having a bad dream, because I feared that it might happen again. This feeling is similar, but in this case, you don't think that the bad dream might repeat, you just know it will. My coffee is running out, so It's going to become a problem soon. DATE: ??/08/19 I've found something. When I was looking through the missions of MTFs which took place over the course of this month, one of them caught my eye. It's the last mission of Omega-31, during which they raided some apartment at the neighboring town. It was reported that its residents were storing and using various anomalous items, but the reports were a little exaggerated. The operation resulted in MTF capturing one person and discovering eight tapes with minor anomalous properties. It wasn't so long before SCP-4241 started spreading, and the members of Omega-31 were the first people to exhibit those symptoms. We couldn't find any anomalous influence though, but maybe we just weren't searching close enough. There is very little data regarding the captured PoI himself, during the last interview he really didn't want to share any information with us. But maybe now, when we are all spiraling into anomalous depression, he'll react differently. At least I hope so. The interview will be conducted tomorrow. ► OPEN ADDENDUM: Interview log ▼ CLOSE ADDENDUM: Interview log INTERVIEWER: Doctor B. Bishop INTERVIEWEE: Mr. ███ ██████ (designated as PoI-3749) BEGIN LOG Dr. Bishop: Greetings, Mr. ██████, do you know why this interview was conducted? PoI-3749: Honestly? No idea. Dr. Bishop: Alright, I'll share some information with you. As you're probably aware, right now this place is going through a very tough time. Usually, the door would be guarded by at least two armed personnel whose goal would be to instantly react if you attacked me or decided to leave this room. Currently, it's not the case as they're needed elsewhere. But I'd like to clarify that since the whole facility is under lockdown, it would be even harder for you to escape if you tried. PoI-3749: Oh, save your bragging for someone who cares. Even if I wanted to escape, I don't have enough energy to do so. I don't think there is even a point now. What's the use of leaving this place, if those awful feelings will haunt you anyway? Listen, I feel like a pile of shit right now, can we please postpone this interview? Dr. Bishop: Unfortunately we can't do that, there is very little time left. I know how you feel right now, trust me. I'm infected too, but I can't let this temporary difficulty distract me from my work. PoI-3749: Well, since I have no choice whatsoever… Go ahead I guess. Dr. Bishop: Let's start with the most important one: do you know what exactly is happening to the facility personnel? PoI-3749: No… What makes you assume that? Dr. Bishop: Well, there were some strange coincidences regarding the current situation and the last mission of the Mobile Task Force which brought you here. Firstly, SCP-4241 started spreading shortly after your arrival at the facility. (Sound of paper rustling) Dr. Bishop: Secondly, the first people to exhibit symptoms associated with SCP-4241 were the MTF members, the Site's medical expert, and her assistant who examined you. PoI-3749: And? Dr. Bishop: Also, some of the items we found at your location are exhibiting minor anomalous properties. I find it more than believable that those facts are more than just mere coincidences, Mr. ██████. If you truly can't answer my previous question, then let's start from the very beginning: what exactly were you doing prior to the arrival of the Mobile Task Force? PoI-3749: I don't know what you're… Oh, fuck it. I don't think it really matters anymore. First of all, I'd like to say that nothing that happens right now is my… Our fault. I mean, what kind of person in their right mind would bring this "infection" upon themselves? Dr. Bishop: I'm not accusing you of anything. Now, please answer the question. PoI-3749: Well, most of the time we slept. And I mean it. You see, somewhere around three months ago we really got into all this dream stuff. Lucid dreaming, what dreams can say about your mental state, OOBE and things like that. After finding some material on this topic, we decided that we're ready to try ourselves. Rented a quiet small apartment so no one from the outside world would bother us and the rest is history. It was just lucid dreaming and some fun experiences at first, but then… We wanted something more. So we started our tries to enter the dream plane. Dr. Bishop: Dream plane? Could you please elaborate? PoI-3749: Oh God, do I really have to explain it all? I mean… You know what "Astral" is, right? There is a huge number of newbies who'll read a bunch of useless books about it and believe that they understood every aspect of it and became "enlightened" or something. Especially on the internet. You should've heard this term before. Dr. Bishop: You're right, I did. Now, please continue. PoI-3749: Okay, I'll keep it simple. So, the Astral is considered to be accessible through dreaming. Lucid dreaming, I mean. The idea is that your consciousness leaves your physical body and travels in that other realm, but returns when you wake up. There is even a huge collective whose members are fully aware of how Astral functions. It doesn't matter much how you call this place. The thing is, to even reach it you'll have to practice for weeks. Dr. Bishop: So, you were practicing before the MTF raided your den, is that it? And for how long? PoI-3749: Yeah, obviously we were. For long enough to reach the Dream plane and to one-up all those normies from the Astral-related websites. Dr. Bishop: So, I imagine you do have at least some knowledge regarding this phenomenon. PoI-3749: I mean, if I had to guess… Probably predators. Dr. Bishop: Excuse me? PoI-3749: You know how almost every species has at least one predator to keep things balanced? The physical world isn't the only place where this concept works. Dr. Bishop: Are you trying to say that Dream plane has predators too? PoI-3749: Yeah, a whole bunch of them actually, different shapes and sizes. And you probably figured it out already… Dr. Bishop: We are their prey? PoI-3749: Yes, at least to an extent. They can't attack our physical bodies though. They can do something to us only when we're trying to enter their world or just having lucid dreams. I mean, the chances that you'll come in contact with one of those creepy shits while having fun in your own little "universe" are pretty slim, but it's possible. Those worlds are a single whole after all. Dr. Bishop: Any additional information about what we're facing? PoI-3749: Not much. I really have no clue who or, rather, what exactly is responsible for all this shit. I've entered Dream plane for about a dozen times myself but didn't observe those creatures long enough. But from what I heard of… The nightmares, the malaise, and this fucking feeling that I can't get rid of… (PoI-3749 raises his voice) PoI-3749:I'm sure it's related! Fuck. Now when I'm thinking about it… Charging into Dream plane like that was such a retarded decision. Dr. Bishop: Please stay calm. We will resolve it… I hope. Why would you even try to access this "plane" if it's so dangerous? PoI-3749: Why would anyone do anything? Curiosity. You know, I'm something of a scientist myself… Or something, I don't remember how this saying goes. By the way, those tapes you stole from us were supposed to improve our results. Dr. Bishop: I don't think "stole" is the right… Oh, doesn't matter. Could you please specify in which way those tapes helped you in your practice? PoI-3749: As you say, Mr. Doctor. There isn't something super-special about those tapes, but they are helpful. In fact, they just make you remember your dreams. Dr. Bishop: This effect seems very interesting. PoI-3749: Yeah. When one of us would drop off while listening to the tape, they'd remember all their dreams after awakening. I'm sure you have no idea what I'm talking about, but for someone practicing lucid dreaming, it's very important to remember or to write down the dreams. Those things really helped a lot, and I was asked to protect them. But well… Looks like I'm just fucking awful at my job. At least I'm glad others managed to escape before your goons came in. Even though… Right now they're probably affected too. (Pause) PoI-3749: Now that I think about, it's a possibility. And some of them might be already in the same condition as I… Or even worse. That's all because of this stupid idea to enter this plane without good preparation. All because I told them to do it. I told them. That was my idea! (PoI-3749 is visibly hyperventilating) PoI-3749: Why did I insist on doing it?! None of this would've happened! Dr. Bishop: Calm down. I understand how you feel right now. And I can assure you that even if your friends are affected, we will find a way to save them. Right now we have to understand how to oppose this… Phenomenon. PoI-3749: No, it's just… Sorry, it happens. (Sigh) Anything else you wanted to know? Dr. Bishop: I have to ask one final question: you told me that the tapes will make you remember your dreams. So, does it work with every dream? PoI-3749: As far as I can tell. I've yet to face a situation where they wouldn't leave you with a crisp and clear image of what you saw while napping. Dr. Bishop: Thanks, that's all I needed to know. PoI-3749: Glad to help. Now could you just leave me alone? Dr. Bishop: Yes, I'm gonna leave you now. This interview is concluded. I thank you for the information you provided, it will be helpful. PoI-3749: I fucking hope so. ENG LOG ► OPEN ADDENDUM: Incident report 4241-Δ ▼ CLOSE ADDENDUM: Incident report 4241-Δ Summary: At 10 AM, 28/08/2019, Dr. Bishop was found unconscious in his dwelling unit at Site-224. Reportedly, he had the headphones on and was holding his personal recording device in his left hand. An audio player with an anomalous item designated AO-3966-2G inside was found next to him. Subsequent medical examination and analysis of the brain activity have shown that Dr. Bishop is in a state similar to comatose, the cause of which is unknown. He is currently residing in Site-224's security department and is inspected for anomalous properties. The following is a transcript of the last recording by Dr. Bishop, presumably made no earlier than several hours prior to his discovery. DATE: ??/??/?? It worked. I saw them. Now they won't be able to hide in the back of our minds anymore. Judging by the fact that I can barely talk right now, I probably don't have a lot of time to record this, so I'll try to keep it brief. Yesterday I retrieved one of the tapes from its locker, turned on the audio player and tried to fall asleep. It was a long struggle due to the anxiety and the fact that I'm not used to sleeping with headphones on, but at roughly 4 A.M. I was finally able to start dreaming. And what a dream it was… At first, I had a weird itchy feeling, as if some bug was trying to crawl up my leg. Apparently, I tried to smash it by reflex. It didn't help and the itch only got worse, I started feeling it on the different body parts. I finally opened my eyes and tossed down the blanket, and the next thing I saw was a bunch of those creatures running around with their little sticky legs. They were roughly 4 cm large, I couldn't make any details because those shits were pretty scared by me trying to slam them and quickly ran off. I jumped out of bed and managed to kill one, stained my hand in some disgusting purple goo. It was then I realized that my body was still lying on the bed and I wasn't controlling it. In fact, I was observing it from the distance. Could also pick up the sound of crashing ocean waves from the audio player since it was pretty loud. I then heard a gross popping sound from under my desk and saw a black stain moving out of there. Presumably, it was one of those things. The image was very blurry, so I couldn't tell for sure. I looked under the desk and there was… A cluster of purple, glowing eggs. A fucking cluster of spider eggs in my room. There were at least fifty and judging by the looks of them, some had already hatched. I can't recall what exactly I was doing after that. In the next part of the dream, I was already walking down one of the Site's hall. The floor was covered in some kind of black slime which made a gross sound every time I stepped on it, and those insects… They were all over the place. Some of them were two-three times larger than the ones I saw in my bed. The other employees also were there, and interestingly enough no one cared about those things roaming around, I guess you could call that dream logic. After all, it was my dream. (Deep sigh) Then I met T███████. She was walking down the hall and greeted me when I approached her. It was something like a deja vu because I clearly remember already seeing those events in my previous dreams. Seeing and then forgetting. Just looking at T███████ I could tell that she was very ill. And then she turned her back to me. And on her back… A giant thing, it was half the size of T███████. At that moment I understood that the insects in my bed were just younglings. This one looked like a bizarre mixture of cockroach, spider, and mosquito. It wrapped its thin legs around her torso and shoved its long proboscis into her neck. It was sucking something out of there, I swear. At that point, I nearly pushed myself out of the dream because of the panic, but something didn't let me. After a couple of seconds, this monster, if everything else wasn't enough, weakened its grab on T███████ and switched its attention to me. I fled. I have no idea why, but at the time I thought the best place to run to was the cafeteria. I don't remember how I got here, the only thing I remember is stepping on a couple of those creatures in the process. I opened the door and saw a lot of employees. Some were having a meal, others were chatting with each other, but all of them looked very unhappy. It was just like the times I visited cafeteria in real life. But… This time there were a whole bunch of those insects too. It seemed like nobody noticed them, but they were… Just everywhere! The big ones were feeding on the employees, and smaller ones just moved around on the floor, the walls and the tables. Then I screamed as loud as I possibly could. Probably it was my biggest mistake. The creatures immediately noticed me and this time they were way too fast for me to run away. They started crawling up and… (Stuttering) There were so many… Their legs were everywhere… I couldn't see… I couldn't… (Heavy breathing) I woke up right after feeling a sharp pain in my neck. And, strangely enough, this pain didn't go away. My vision gets all blurry and colorless… (Cough) Just like in that dream. Must be their defense mechanism. Unfortunately, I have no idea what will it do to me. But at least now I know what SCP-4241 really is. We've made a huge mistake. All this time, while we were chasing a non-existent virus or a deadly memetic agent, those creatures were sucking our will to live out with a straw. Afterword: Upon discovering the recording, further testing with the usage of AO-3966-2G was approved by Site-224 director in order to determine the credibility of Dr. Bishop's observations. Research is currently ongoing. Footnotes 1. І.E. the state of amusement or happiness. 2. A unique phase of sleep in mammals and birds, distinguishable by a random/rapid movement of the eyes, accompanied with low muscle tone throughout the body, and the propensity of the subject to dream vividly. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4241" by AlanDaris, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4241. 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-4241 — Researcher's Nightmare Author: AlanDaris First skip after big time off. Also, first skip that I and others liked enough for it to stay on the mainlist. ~~ More Alan Stuff ~~ NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION The following document is considered outdated and is set to be updated in accordance with the newly acquired information regarding SCP-4241. Note that the current revision of the document contains a number of redactions (presented in blue) the credibility of which has not been verified yet. Item #: SCP-4241 Special Containment Procedures: Due to the scarcity of information regarding the nature and capabilities of SCP-4241, effective containment procedures have not yet been developed. Research is ongoing. Currently, the most efficient method of detecting SCP-4241 lies in conducting a psychological test aimed at the detection of clinical depression in a passing subject. This test is to be passed by all subjects who have been in close proximity or verbally in contact with the infected individuals and by all Site-224 personnel (including Class-D employees and PoIs currently residing in the Site). А positive result is to be considered a sign of SCP-4241 contamination, provided that the subject did not exhibit similar symptoms prior to the SCP-4241's discovery. All affected subjects are to be isolated supervised and provided psychological assistance if required. Site-224 is to be placed under a full lockdown until the nature of SCP-4241 is understood and more efficient containment procedures are developed. Description: SCP-4241 is a designation for an anomalous virus phenomenon affecting the human psyche. Currently, twelve; nearly half; all of the Site-224 employees are considered to be affected by SCP-4241. The exact mechanism of SCP-4241's effect is still poorly understood as it does not affect the subject's physical state and cannot be detected through medical examination. SCP-4241 is capable of transmitting from one subject to another, similar to nonanomalous viruses over long distances with no apparent pattern. Recent SCP-4241 activity has shown that it is able to spread while all affected subjects are isolated. Through testing and interviews with affected subjects, it was established that virtually all of the affected individuals exhibit a number of similar symptoms related to their psychological health, some of which are usually associated with clinical depression. SCP-4241's effect is primarily characterized by malaise, irritability, and persistent fatigue in the early stages and subject's inability to enter an affective state characterized by the positive emotions1 with the onset of later stages (typically after 4-5 days after initial contamination). Most of the subjects are also exhibiting such symptoms as loss of appetite and palate, as well as insomnia irrational fear of falling asleep. Affected individuals had also reported experiencing dreams during REM sleep2, the content of which cannot be remembered by the subject after awakening but causes recurring psychological distress. It is currently unclear if the dreams are caused by the anomalous effect or by a natural stress reaction. The initial discovery of SCP-4241 took place on 12\08\2019; it is believed that the phenomenon has started spreading somewhere around that time and is related to the outcome of the mission performed by MTF Omega-31 ("Sticky Fingers") a week prior. ► OPEN ADDENDUM: Head researcher's notes ▼ CLOSE ADDENDUM: Head researcher's notes The following is a transcript of audio logs made by Dr. Bishop during his investigation regarding SCP-4241, which were accessed through his personal recording device shortly after Incident 4241-Δ (for more information, see the Incident 4241-Δ report). DATE: 16/08/19 Today I was assigned to SCP-4241 as a head researcher since the preceding assigned researcher has been affected by it. I was granted the permission to edit SCP-4241's description directly if I find new information regarding this phenomenon. As suggested by the instructions, I will be recording the information regarding SCP-4241 and the situation in the Site in general over the course of my research in order to preserve the collected data in case of something bad happening to me or SCP-4241's document. Currently, twelve Site-224 employees are infected by SCP-4241. It is believed that the main pocket of infection is the Site's medical department, although SCP-4241 may be present in other departments as well. The goal of the research is to acquire more information regarding SCP-4241's nature and develop efficient containment measures for it. The medical examination and body fluid analysis of the affected subjects have already been conducted. I'm hoping that this time we'll be able to get results. DATE: 17/08/19 The situation here isn't as smooth as desired: although there were no orders regarding Site's lockdown, security personnel doesn't let anyone outside. Currently, the directive from the security department is to stay inside the facility until "the situation is better understood". Something tells me that they don't want to alarm the employees and in reality, the lockdown is just a matter of time. The medical examination of the affected subjects has shown that absolutely nothing is wrong with them. At least physically. It doesn't make them feel better though, as psychological tests are still showing the same results. Additionally, we had to move all subjects considered to be affected to quarantine. It's very surreal to lock your friends and colleagues into chambers and treat them like anomalies, but we have no other choice. Site's medical department has been unofficially labeled a restricted area, no one is willing to go there anymore and I can't blame them. I'm sure it will be better to shut it down completely as we can't risk the health of not affected employees. DATE: 18/08/19 Quarantine didn't work. More people started to exhibit similar symptoms, the signs of SCP-4241 are all across the Site now. If this is truly a virus, then it's one of the most contagious I've ever seen. My attempts to find some kind of pattern in SCP-4241's spreading or it's victims have failed miserably. The research isn't completely hopeless though. I still have some theories that are worth testing. I've interviewed one of the affected subjects today. To be more precise, it was an agent whose name is T███████. She has colorfully described what it feels like to be affected. Most of the information was practically identical to what we were able to acquire through testing, but there was that one detail that I can't get out of my head: T███████ has mentioned that sometimes she gets a sudden feeling of anxiety when going to sleep, like the idea of falling asleep is worrying to her. She said that this feeling was with her since she was affected by SCP-4241, but couldn't find any reason for it. Looks like SCP-4241 is able to affect subject's psyche on multiple levels even though there are no traces of it within the subject's body. This gave me an idea: SCP-4241 doesn't necessarily have to be a virus or exist in physical reality at all to affect its victims. Tomorrow I'll get a response from the memetic department and try to reach out to the antimemetic team as well. Maybe the answer is closer than we think. DATE: 19/08/19 Looks like I'm not bad at predicting; from now on we're under lockdown. The order came in this morning, followed by a report regarding an increasing number of the subjects affected by SCP-4241. And given that we don't know the nature of this "disease", they had to not only lock us inside the facility but also stop the information from going in and out in case of SCP-4241 being an infohazard. No communication with other sites, no possibility to use cell phones or leave the facility. It's just us and those white walls now. I'm considering giving those employees that were moved to quarantine a possibility to spend some time outside of it while remaining under supervision. Constantly residing in the chambers affects their mental state negatively and SCP-4241 seems to be spreading anyway. If we'll keep one part of the infected inside the chambers, all the while letting others roam the Site freely it may cause some concerns. I've got the response from the memetic department: unfortunately, they couldn't find anything. The antimemetic team also conducted a thorough analysis, no antimemetic agents of any sort were detected. So, we'll just have to keep searching. DATE: 20/08/19 Today I've conducted two more interviews with affected subjects, former junior researchers. They both reported feeling persistent anxiety when going to sleep or even thinking about doing so. It seems like they all have dreams that leave them very distressed, but no one can remember what exactly they were dreaming about after awakening. And if that wasn't enough, today we found out that a researcher who was one of the first SCP-4241 victims took his own life. We all agreed on the fact that right now it's important to not let this one-off case become a tendency. It's not so easy to do though, especially considering that all medication we tried has shown no effect on any of the affected subjects. Looks like the deadline of this research is far closer than I thought. DATE: 22/08/19 I'm infected. To be fair it is hard to find someone in this facility who isn't. The research team says that it could be a mistake and we should run some additional tests, but I don't think it's necessary. I'm sure I had a nightmare last night because I woke up screaming so loudly you'd think I saw the most terrifying thing in my life. But… Of course, I can't remember anything. The research has reached a dead end and I have no idea what the source of SCP-4241 could be. I didn't record anything yesterday because there was virtually nothing to report. Everything is getting worse but at the same time, this whole situation seems so… Stable. No monster outbreaks, no horrific events happening to people. Nobody is dying, either. The Site's AIC is fine and containment protocols are still functioning. The site looks almost normal if you look at it from the outside. DATE: 2?/08/19 So, couple (two or three?) days ago I decided that if we can't understand SCP-4241's nature we can approach it from a different direction: maybe finding out how and when it started spreading will help us in some way. So I've been in the archive for all this time trying to pinpoint an exact time stamp when it happened and draw some kind of connection. Didn't have any sleep for the past two (three? four?) nights. I just couldn't bring myself to close my eyes. Even the thought about having to experience those nightmares again gives me the creeps. When I was a kid, I'd often be afraid to go back to sleep after having a bad dream, because I feared that it might happen again. This feeling is similar, but in this case, you don't think that the bad dream might repeat, you just know it will. My coffee is running out, so It's going to become a problem soon. DATE: ??/08/19 I've found something. When I was looking through the missions of MTFs which took place over the course of this month, one of them caught my eye. It's the last mission of Omega-31, during which they raided some apartment at the neighboring town. It was reported that its residents were storing and using various anomalous items, but the reports were a little exaggerated. The operation resulted in MTF capturing one person and discovering eight tapes with minor anomalous properties. It wasn't so long before SCP-4241 started spreading, and the members of Omega-31 were the first people to exhibit those symptoms. We couldn't find any anomalous influence though, but maybe we just weren't searching close enough. There is very little data regarding the captured PoI himself, during the last interview he really didn't want to share any information with us. But maybe now, when we are all spiraling into anomalous depression, he'll react differently. At least I hope so. The interview will be conducted tomorrow. ► OPEN ADDENDUM: Interview log ▼ CLOSE ADDENDUM: Interview log INTERVIEWER: Doctor B. Bishop INTERVIEWEE: Mr. ███ ██████ (designated as PoI-3749) BEGIN LOG Dr. Bishop: Greetings, Mr. ██████, do you know why this interview was conducted? PoI-3749: Honestly? No idea. Dr. Bishop: Alright, I'll share some information with you. As you're probably aware, right now this place is going through a very tough time. Usually, the door would be guarded by at least two armed personnel whose goal would be to instantly react if you attacked me or decided to leave this room. Currently, it's not the case as they're needed elsewhere. But I'd like to clarify that since the whole facility is under lockdown, it would be even harder for you to escape if you tried. PoI-3749: Oh, save your bragging for someone who cares. Even if I wanted to escape, I don't have enough energy to do so. I don't think there is even a point now. What's the use of leaving this place, if those awful feelings will haunt you anyway? Listen, I feel like a pile of shit right now, can we please postpone this interview? Dr. Bishop: Unfortunately we can't do that, there is very little time left. I know how you feel right now, trust me. I'm infected too, but I can't let this temporary difficulty distract me from my work. PoI-3749: Well, since I have no choice whatsoever… Go ahead I guess. Dr. Bishop: Let's start with the most important one: do you know what exactly is happening to the facility personnel? PoI-3749: No… What makes you assume that? Dr. Bishop: Well, there were some strange coincidences regarding the current situation and the last mission of the Mobile Task Force which brought you here. Firstly, SCP-4241 started spreading shortly after your arrival at the facility. (Sound of paper rustling) Dr. Bishop: Secondly, the first people to exhibit symptoms associated with SCP-4241 were the MTF members, the Site's medical expert, and her assistant who examined you. PoI-3749: And? Dr. Bishop: Also, some of the items we found at your location are exhibiting minor anomalous properties. I find it more than believable that those facts are more than just mere coincidences, Mr. ██████. If you truly can't answer my previous question, then let's start from the very beginning: what exactly were you doing prior to the arrival of the Mobile Task Force? PoI-3749: I don't know what you're… Oh, fuck it. I don't think it really matters anymore. First of all, I'd like to say that nothing that happens right now is my… Our fault. I mean, what kind of person in their right mind would bring this "infection" upon themselves? Dr. Bishop: I'm not accusing you of anything. Now, please answer the question. PoI-3749: Well, most of the time we slept. And I mean it. You see, somewhere around three months ago we really got into all this dream stuff. Lucid dreaming, what dreams can say about your mental state, OOBE and things like that. After finding some material on this topic, we decided that we're ready to try ourselves. Rented a quiet small apartment so no one from the outside world would bother us and the rest is history. It was just lucid dreaming and some fun experiences at first, but then… We wanted something more. So we started our tries to enter the dream plane. Dr. Bishop: Dream plane? Could you please elaborate? PoI-3749: Oh God, do I really have to explain it all? I mean… You know what "Astral" is, right? There is a huge number of newbies who'll read a bunch of useless books about it and believe that they understood every aspect of it and became "enlightened" or something. Especially on the internet. You should've heard this term before. Dr. Bishop: You're right, I did. Now, please continue. PoI-3749: Okay, I'll keep it simple. So, the Astral is considered to be accessible through dreaming. Lucid dreaming, I mean. The idea is that your consciousness leaves your physical body and travels in that other realm, but returns when you wake up. There is even a huge collective whose members are fully aware of how Astral functions. It doesn't matter much how you call this place. The thing is, to even reach it you'll have to practice for weeks. Dr. Bishop: So, you were practicing before the MTF raided your den, is that it? And for how long? PoI-3749: Yeah, obviously we were. For long enough to reach the Dream plane and to one-up all those normies from the Astral-related websites. Dr. Bishop: So, I imagine you do have at least some knowledge regarding this phenomenon. PoI-3749: I mean, if I had to guess… Probably predators. Dr. Bishop: Excuse me? PoI-3749: You know how almost every species has at least one predator to keep things balanced? The physical world isn't the only place where this concept works. Dr. Bishop: Are you trying to say that Dream plane has predators too? PoI-3749: Yeah, a whole bunch of them actually, different shapes and sizes. And you probably figured it out already… Dr. Bishop: We are their prey? PoI-3749: Yes, at least to an extent. They can't attack our physical bodies though. They can do something to us only when we're trying to enter their world or just having lucid dreams. I mean, the chances that you'll come in contact with one of those creepy shits while having fun in your own little "universe" are pretty slim, but it's possible. Those worlds are a single whole after all. Dr. Bishop: Any additional information about what we're facing? PoI-3749: Not much. I really have no clue who or, rather, what exactly is responsible for all this shit. I've entered Dream plane for about a dozen times myself but didn't observe those creatures long enough. But from what I heard of… The nightmares, the malaise, and this fucking feeling that I can't get rid of… (PoI-3749 raises his voice) PoI-3749:I'm sure it's related! Fuck. Now when I'm thinking about it… Charging into Dream plane like that was such a retarded decision. Dr. Bishop: Please stay calm. We will resolve it… I hope. Why would you even try to access this "plane" if it's so dangerous? PoI-3749: Why would anyone do anything? Curiosity. You know, I'm something of a scientist myself… Or something, I don't remember how this saying goes. By the way, those tapes you stole from us were supposed to improve our results. Dr. Bishop: I don't think "stole" is the right… Oh, doesn't matter. Could you please specify in which way those tapes helped you in your practice? PoI-3749: As you say, Mr. Doctor. There isn't something super-special about those tapes, but they are helpful. In fact, they just make you remember your dreams. Dr. Bishop: This effect seems very interesting. PoI-3749: Yeah. When one of us would drop off while listening to the tape, they'd remember all their dreams after awakening. I'm sure you have no idea what I'm talking about, but for someone practicing lucid dreaming, it's very important to remember or to write down the dreams. Those things really helped a lot, and I was asked to protect them. But well… Looks like I'm just fucking awful at my job. At least I'm glad others managed to escape before your goons came in. Even though… Right now they're probably affected too. (Pause) PoI-3749: Now that I think about, it's a possibility. And some of them might be already in the same condition as I… Or even worse. That's all because of this stupid idea to enter this plane without good preparation. All because I told them to do it. I told them. That was my idea! (PoI-3749 is visibly hyperventilating) PoI-3749: Why did I insist on doing it?! None of this would've happened! Dr. Bishop: Calm down. I understand how you feel right now. And I can assure you that even if your friends are affected, we will find a way to save them. Right now we have to understand how to oppose this… Phenomenon. PoI-3749: No, it's just… Sorry, it happens. (Sigh) Anything else you wanted to know? Dr. Bishop: I have to ask one final question: you told me that the tapes will make you remember your dreams. So, does it work with every dream? PoI-3749: As far as I can tell. I've yet to face a situation where they wouldn't leave you with a crisp and clear image of what you saw while napping. Dr. Bishop: Thanks, that's all I needed to know. PoI-3749: Glad to help. Now could you just leave me alone? Dr. Bishop: Yes, I'm gonna leave you now. This interview is concluded. I thank you for the information you provided, it will be helpful. PoI-3749: I fucking hope so. ENG LOG ► OPEN ADDENDUM: Incident report 4241-Δ ▼ CLOSE ADDENDUM: Incident report 4241-Δ Summary: At 10 AM, 28/08/2019, Dr. Bishop was found unconscious in his dwelling unit at Site-224. Reportedly, he had the headphones on and was holding his personal recording device in his left hand. An audio player with an anomalous item designated AO-3966-2G inside was found next to him. Subsequent medical examination and analysis of the brain activity have shown that Dr. Bishop is in a state similar to comatose, the cause of which is unknown. He is currently residing in Site-224's security department and is inspected for anomalous properties. The following is a transcript of the last recording by Dr. Bishop, presumably made no earlier than several hours prior to his discovery. DATE: ??/??/?? It worked. I saw them. Now they won't be able to hide in the back of our minds anymore. Judging by the fact that I can barely talk right now, I probably don't have a lot of time to record this, so I'll try to keep it brief. Yesterday I retrieved one of the tapes from its locker, turned on the audio player and tried to fall asleep. It was a long struggle due to the anxiety and the fact that I'm not used to sleeping with headphones on, but at roughly 4 A.M. I was finally able to start dreaming. And what a dream it was… At first, I had a weird itchy feeling, as if some bug was trying to crawl up my leg. Apparently, I tried to smash it by reflex. It didn't help and the itch only got worse, I started feeling it on the different body parts. I finally opened my eyes and tossed down the blanket, and the next thing I saw was a bunch of those creatures running around with their little sticky legs. They were roughly 4 cm large, I couldn't make any details because those shits were pretty scared by me trying to slam them and quickly ran off. I jumped out of bed and managed to kill one, stained my hand in some disgusting purple goo. It was then I realized that my body was still lying on the bed and I wasn't controlling it. In fact, I was observing it from the distance. Could also pick up the sound of crashing ocean waves from the audio player since it was pretty loud. I then heard a gross popping sound from under my desk and saw a black stain moving out of there. Presumably, it was one of those things. The image was very blurry, so I couldn't tell for sure. I looked under the desk and there was… A cluster of purple, glowing eggs. A fucking cluster of spider eggs in my room. There were at least fifty and judging by the looks of them, some had already hatched. I can't recall what exactly I was doing after that. In the next part of the dream, I was already walking down one of the Site's hall. The floor was covered in some kind of black slime which made a gross sound every time I stepped on it, and those insects… They were all over the place. Some of them were two-three times larger than the ones I saw in my bed. The other employees also were there, and interestingly enough no one cared about those things roaming around, I guess you could call that dream logic. After all, it was my dream. (Deep sigh) Then I met T███████. She was walking down the hall and greeted me when I approached her. It was something like a deja vu because I clearly remember already seeing those events in my previous dreams. Seeing and then forgetting. Just looking at T███████ I could tell that she was very ill. And then she turned her back to me. And on her back… A giant thing, it was half the size of T███████. At that moment I understood that the insects in my bed were just younglings. This one looked like a bizarre mixture of cockroach, spider, and mosquito. It wrapped its thin legs around her torso and shoved its long proboscis into her neck. It was sucking something out of there, I swear. At that point, I nearly pushed myself out of the dream because of the panic, but something didn't let me. After a couple of seconds, this monster, if everything else wasn't enough, weakened its grab on T███████ and switched its attention to me. I fled. I have no idea why, but at the time I thought the best place to run to was the cafeteria. I don't remember how I got here, the only thing I remember is stepping on a couple of those creatures in the process. I opened the door and saw a lot of employees. Some were having a meal, others were chatting with each other, but all of them looked very unhappy. It was just like the times I visited cafeteria in real life. But… This time there were a whole bunch of those insects too. It seemed like nobody noticed them, but they were… Just everywhere! The big ones were feeding on the employees, and smaller ones just moved around on the floor, the walls and the tables. Then I screamed as loud as I possibly could. Probably it was my biggest mistake. The creatures immediately noticed me and this time they were way too fast for me to run away. They started crawling up and… (Stuttering) There were so many… Their legs were everywhere… I couldn't see… I couldn't… (Heavy breathing) I woke up right after feeling a sharp pain in my neck. And, strangely enough, this pain didn't go away. My vision gets all blurry and colorless… (Cough) Just like in that dream. Must be their defense mechanism. Unfortunately, I have no idea what will it do to me. But at least now I know what SCP-4241 really is. We've made a huge mistake. All this time, while we were chasing a non-existent virus or a deadly memetic agent, those creatures were sucking our will to live out with a straw. Afterword: Upon discovering the recording, further testing with the usage of AO-3966-2G was approved by Site-224 director in order to determine the credibility of Dr. Bishop's observations. Research is currently ongoing. Footnotes 1. І.E. the state of amusement or happiness. 2. A unique phase of sleep in mammals and birds, distinguishable by a random/rapid movement of the eyes, accompanied with low muscle tone throughout the body, and the propensity of the subject to dream vividly. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4241" by AlanDaris, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4241. 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-4242 Item #: SCP-4242 Special Containment Procedures: Public access to the site of SCP-4242 must remain unrestricted. Only the lower labyrinth chamber is to be restricted to Foundation personnel. A secondary labyrinth can be made available to the public in a different area of the SCP-4242 grounds. Due to the public nature of SCP-4242 instances, research teams must take care when entering or leaving the site, or when transporting equipment or weapons to or from the site, in order to prevent alarming civilians or creating paradoxes. Any newly discovered SCP-4242 instance must be logged in the SCP-4242 Extended Location and Exploration Log. Any new individuals arriving in SCP-4242 from other sites are not to be engaged unless they wish to leave the lower labyrinth chamber, in which case they must be detained for questioning but are not to be considered hostile. Update 7/7/2018: It is considered a priority to see if there is some way to alter the function of SCP-4242 to access a future location. To date there have been 0 future locations found. Description: SCP-4242 is a phenomenon by which a place of worship develops a labyrinth chamber in its lower levels. An individual chamber can contain as many as 25 labyrinths, both as walkable floor labyrinths and as wall-mounted finger labyrinths. Destruction of a location causes SCP-4242 to reappear under another public place of worship anywhere in the world. The present location of SCP-4242 is at Hallgrímskirkja in Reykjavík, Iceland, so placed to maintain both the need for the location to remain public, while minimizing traffic to the location. When a subject completes a labyrinth by walking or tracing the path, the subject is instantly transported to a similar chamber, containing a similar collection of labyrinths and located in the lower levels of a public place of worship. All such locations are temporally located in the past, and exiting the chamber will lead the subject to the historical time period in some location on Earth. In all recorded instances, the chambers are closely monitored by an organization dedicated to the preservation of normalcy for the public, and/or the containment of anomalous phenomena. These historical organizations are either contemporary members of the SCP Foundation, or are similarly structured organizations from times and places where the Foundation did not exist. These other organizations have been informed of the mission of the SCP Foundation and have been supportive. Exploratory and diplomatic missions to historical organizations have yielded insight into present challenges with containment, and Foundation expertise and technology have proven useful to historical organizations. The Foundation aims to continue to leverage access to these historical organizations to maintain Foundation goals throughout history. Travel to earlier time periods can be accomplished by traversing a series of lower labyrinth rooms. Although each chamber connects to only 15-25 other chambers via labyrinth, further locations and historical periods can be reached from each chamber. Below is a partial list of locations which have been reached and Foundation diplomatic missions have been established. Further locations discovered and contacted are available in the SCP-4242 Extended Location and Exploration Log. Labyrinth leading to SCP-4242-Roma SCP-4242 Chamber Code: SCP-4242-Roma Location: Temple of Vesta, Tibur, Roman Republic Time: 44 BCE Exploration and Diplomatic Notes: The Roma location must be accessed with care, following the assassination of Julius Caesar and the outbreak of civil war between factions loyal to Marc Antony, Cicero, and Caesar Octavius. Researchers are advised to listen to locals regarding the movement of troops throughout the region and exercise caution on the roadways throughout. Organization Notes: SCP-4242-Roma is monitored by the priests and attendants of the Tiburtine Sibyl, a young woman who tells prophecies upon entering a trance-like state. These prophecies are highly valued for their accuracy, although the cryptic nature of their delivery can lead to misinterpretation. Efforts by the Sibyl's Attendants have led to the prevention of three XK-Class scenarios, but have increased the level of uncertainty of their actions at any time. Update 4/4/2004: The Tiburtine Sibyl has been observed to state the following prophecies: "The centuries shall bear fruit, the children's children three hundred times will wish to bring peace. Fear their advice, for they know not the destruction they bear on their tongues." "Find the triple tortoise, defending against its center. There is the pinnacle of protection. Beyond, there is nothing." Entrance to SCP-4242-Iga. Guarded by three Clan members at all times. SCP-4242 Chamber Code: SCP-4242-Iga Location: Kasuga-taisha Shrine, Japan Time: 1534 CE Exploration and Diplomatic Notes: This instance is in Japan during the Sengoku period, a period of instability. However, the Shinto shrines themselves are offered respect, and should remain sanctuary locations. Organization Notes: The location is monitored by the Iga Clan, a famed shinobi family, and works closely with the Emperor to track down and neutralize any anomalous threats to Japan. Kasuga-taisha is one of sixteen heihaku locations, to where the kami are delivered messages and storage of anomalous items takes place. The Iga Clan offers the hiring out of shinobi agents to the Foundation for stealth-based missions, and the Foundation has assisted the Clan with deliveries of amnestics. Of note, clan members have made regular use of the location to enter future times and report on what they find. The following items have been found with them upon first Foundation contact. A set of spears and shield from the Zulu tribe, ca. 19th century Four 5.25" floppy discs, ca. 1985, containing a collection of Infocom text adventures One 1977 Schwinn bicycle 200 America On Line compact discs, modified to have sharpened edges One M1885 Remington-Lee bolt action rifle with 20 rounds of ammunition, ca. 1880 One Apple iPhone 6 (unpowered) The Iga Clan has not reported having traveled further into the future than the Foundation's present day. FURTHER REPORTING - Level 4/4242 ACCESS ONLY ACCESS GRANTED POI-4242-𐤀 Incident Number: 4242-𐤀 Incident Date: 7/7/2018 Summary: A male human of African descent (designated POI-4242-𐤀) emerged from SCP-4242 and was detained for questioning. Subject was cooperative and spoke Latin with researchers on site. < BEGIN LOG > Dr. Scarpelli: Welcome to Iceland. It is the Year of Our Lord 2018. My name is Claudio Scarpelli. Who are you and where are you from? POI-4242-𐤀: My name is Amaztan. You speak Latin, and say Year of Our Lord, so you are Christian, and so… < POI-4242-𐤀 pauses and makes counting gestures. > POI-4242-𐤀: It has been about 10,000 years. 10,000 years… That is a good long time. So much growth, so much change. Long time, long travels. Humanity has done well. < POI-4242-𐤀 wipes away a tear and clears his nose. > POI-4242-𐤀: I started out from… I spoke with your colleagues 200 years ago, we looked maps over. It is a place now called Tassili n'Ajjer, mountains and valleys in the Sahara… Sahara desert, now, I suppose. Dr. Scarpelli: Yes, I have heard of it, but have never been there. Would your people still exist somewhere? POI-4242-𐤀: I am certain we disappeared when the desert arrived. When I am home, the mountain valleys are lush and the rivers are full. It is amazing to see the land change beneath your feet when you travel far enough in time. Dr. Scarpelli: I can imagine. How do you know Latin? POI-4242-𐤀: There has always been a learned speaker of Latin over the past 2,000 years in Europe. It is a good language to know. Someone 50 years ago suggested English, but that tongue has only mattered for the past century, maybe two. I also know Chinese and Sanskrit, if needed. Dr. Scarpelli: Latin is good. If what you're saying is accurate, if you are from 10,000 years ago, about 8,000 years before Christ, then you are the farthest back in history we have ever encountered. POI-4242-𐤀: Yes, that makes sense. Our tribe built this temple, to see into the future. There would be none further back. Dr. Scarpelli: Your tribe built this temple? How did you accomplish that? POI-4242-𐤀: Do forgive me, I do not understand the ways and powers of the gods well enough to explain the process, but you are welcome to come back home to speak with those who do, yourself. I would be happy to guide you back. We have met with many priests and leaders from the future. You would be particularly welcome. We would love the chance to see how far we have come. Dr. Scarpelli: Yes, we will want to visit you. Thank you for your generous offer. We must ask, however, why did your people build this temple in the first place? POI-4242-𐤀: We have found things, creatures, words that exist beyond the realms of men or gods. We do our best to hide them, bury them, keep our homes and families safe from the threats they raise. Yet as each generation has the knowledge of the one before, and learns to add to it, our methods improve, but so do the challenges adapt and grow to threaten us again. We realized that if we look ahead, far ahead, our children and their children will have new ways to protect themselves. And so, we built this temple to allow us to meet with the people dedicated to protecting their brethren from these insanities in the future, so that we all may be strengthened by our knowledge. So that is why we come. Dr. Scarpelli: Understood. We would be more than happy to assist you in your efforts to protect the world. Since you have traveled through time so extensively, perhaps you can help us with a puzzle we have encountered. < POI-4242-𐤀 laughs. > POI-4242-𐤀: I'm sure your learned men know far more about puzzles than I do, but I gladly offer my services. What is this puzzle? Dr. Scarpelli: We have managed to explore a number of ages from ours, but they all lead to the past. Other ages have been able to access their futures through the temple, but not us. You've traveled so far; how would we be able to use the temple to explore our future? < POI-4242-𐤀 remains silent. > Dr. Scarpelli: I'm sorry, do you have anything to say? < POI-4242-𐤀 remains impassive. Tears begin to fall down his cheeks. > POI-4242-𐤀: I cannot lead you to your future. I am sorry. Dr. Scarpelli: Why? Are you or your people unwilling to share your knowledge? < POI-4242-𐤀 reaches out and holds Dr. Scarpelli's hands in his. > POI-4242-𐤀: No. I cannot lead you to your future because this is the last age. I am sorry. < END LOG >
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SCP-4243
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euclid
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An instance of SCP-4243-BLUE, with an SCP-4243-RED instance visible in the background. Item #: SCP-4243 Special Containment Procedures: A barrier has been constructed 100m around SCP-4243's perimeter. SCP-4243 is to be constantly monitored for breaches in its wall. Standard disinformation, aircraft redirection, and satellite imagery doctoring protocols apply. During explorations of SCP-4243, no personnel are to enter the basements of houses unless specifically ordered to by the Head Researcher. SCP-4243-A instances are kept in BSL-3 compliant Humanoid Containment Cells at Site-234 for study. Description: SCP-4243 is the ghost town Frog Tail in northern Nevada, USA. SCP-4243 is comprised of approximately 350 houses, 200 cars and 20 storefronts. Houses within SCP-4243 autonomously construct themselves from piles of wood, metal, and stone located in large dumps throughout SCP-4243. These houses possess additional anomalous properties depending on their type. Storefronts are entirely nonanomalous. SCP-4243-BLUE are blue houses capable of freely moving along roads by scuttling with dozens of loose planks on their undersides. After an average 2 years from formation, SCP-4243-BLUE instances move to a small park and break down, into rubble, which then moves into the nearby Jackson Dump to form new houses. SCP-4243-RED are, on average, the largest group of houses present. SCP-4243-RED instances encompass a variety of shapes and styles consistent with typical American housing architecture from the 1850s to 1950s. SCP-4243-RED instances mostly remain within six specific parking lots, although a few of them move slowly along the streets. If a vehicle is driven into the town, or a new building is erected within the town, SCP-4243-RED instances will mobilize and attempt to destroy the intruder (see Exploration Log 4243-01). SCP-4243-BROWN instances are brown houses fused together at their edges to form a crude wall around the city limits three houses thick, and do not move individually. SCP-4243-BROWN instances in the outermost row crumble and blow away after about one month, upon which a new house will form just inside of the innermost row. Breaching the integrity of the city wall results in several SCP-4243-RED and -BLUE instances moving rapidly to the breach. SCP-4243-RED instances will attempt to destroy the cause, while SCP-4243-BLUE instances will escape outside the town until the breach is sealed by nearby cars autonomously driving to the breach and fusing to the wall. Records from within SCP-4243 suggest it was founded in 1871 by an individual named "Ulysses M. Wallover" and abandoned in 1952; however, no historical records note the existence of either the town or Wallover. While evidence within SCP-4243 suggests it had a population as high as 1500 at its peak, no human remains have been found. Exploration Log 4243-01: On 02/31/2012, MTF Mu-101 ("House Hunters") was deployed to investigate SCP-4243. Abridged Log: 1000: MTF Mu-101 attempts to enter through the front door of an SCP-4243-BROWN instance. 1010: Upon discovering a lack of interior-facing doors, MTF agents blow a hole in the wall with demolition charges. 1011: The house collapses. MTF agents evade four SCP-4243-BLUE instances escaping through the breach. Outside backup reports these houses subsequently becoming inactive within 20 minutes. 1012: Twenty automobiles of various makes autonomously drive to the breach and pile up, fusing to the walls to seal the breach. Agent Campana is trapped between two cars but is freed safely. 1016: SCP-4243-RED instances arrive. The larger instances open their garage doors and attempt to engulf the team, while the smaller instances open their windows and doors to release several dozen pieces of furniture each. 1028: The team partially splits to avoid the SCP-4243-RED instances. Three agents (Tennison, Takala, and Palacio) enter an SCP-4243-BLUE instance about 0.5 km from the breach. The furniture within the house is organized into several large piles. Electrical wiring is not located within the walls but instead strung haphazardly throughout. 1030: Agent Palacio enters the basement, a small concrete room with several hundred pages of blueprints lining the floor, lit by a single light bulb. 1031: Agent Palacio lifts up a page to inspect it, and is pulled into the pile of paper. The house begins to shift and vibrate. 1034: Agents Tennison and Takala observe several interior walls changing position and manifesting new furniture. Four new doors appear in the house, and several dozen duplicates of Agent Palacio emerge from these doors and run to other houses. 1037: Agents Tennison and Takala escape the house as it collapses. Approximately 400 instances of Agent Palacio have now been produced by the house. 1046: Agents Tennison and Takala regroup with most of the other agents. SCP-4243-RED instances have released hundreds of identical wooden desks, which latch onto any Agent Palacio duplicates they encounter and immobilize them until the SCP-4243-RED instances can engulf and consume them. 16 SCP-4243-BLUE instances have been destroyed by the duplicates. 1048: Remaining agents decide to retreat while the SCP-4243-RED instances are occupied. 1109: Agents successfully breach the wall again and exit. 1136: Last of the Agent Palacio duplicates destroyed by SCP-4243. [END LOG] Following this, two students in Greenspun Junior High School in Henderson, NV, Cassie and Austin Wallover, were hospitalized with what initially appeared to be a severe viral infection. Within 24 hours, the patients began to exhibit gradual conversion of tissue to drywall, wood, stone, and metal. The infectious agent was discovered to be microscopic humanoid viruses with genetic material matching Agent Palacio. Foundation agents quickly enacted a cover-up, and the children were placed under Foundation custody as SCP-4243-A.
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SCP-4244
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keter
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Good Taste In Musicians close Info X SCP-4244: Good Taste In Musicians Author: Mortos If you like this, you can find more of my stuff here! Item #: SCP-4244 Special Containment Procedures: Confirmed or suspected instances of SCP-4244 events in progress are to be attended to immediately by emergency response teams, and social media networks and internet forums are to be monitored by I/O-THESTORM for mentions of mass cannibalism and group violence at music events. Individuals confirmed to have attended SCP-4244 events are to be amnesticised, and any videos of the event are to be removed. Minor disinformation campaigns refuting public claims of SCP-4244 are to be enacted where necessary, though due to the nature of the event this is not always required. Description: SCP-4244 is an event affecting live musical performances staged in small, indoor venues. While the specific trigger is unknown, for an SCP-4244 event to occur the following requirements must be met: The performance must be ticketed and at an indoor venue with a clearly defined stage area. There must be between 50 and 3121 people viewing the performance. There must be no live broadcast of the performance. When the SCP-4244 event begins the crowd will quickly become violent, move on to the stage and assault the band, displaying an extreme level of aggression. The band members will be pulled into the crowd and quickly killed, typically through blunt trauma, before being dismembered and shredded2 and then distributed amongst the participants. The participants in the SCP-4244 event will then consume the remains of the band members. Every person involved will consume a portion and at the conclusion of the event nothing of the band will be left. The SCP-4244 event will then end and the crowd will return to their normal behaviour; this typically results in mass panic amongst the participants. Approximately one hour following the conclusion of the event, the band will announce that they were unable to attend the event3 and are typically apologetic, offering refunds on the tickets to the performance. Investigations confirm that every band involved in an SCP-4244 event has later been found alive, claiming they were unable to reach the venue in time. They are universally unable to explain why they didn't announce this before the performance was scheduled to start. The origin of the bands actually involved in SCP-4244 events is unknown. Incident 4244-01: On 02/05/2019 an SCP-4244 event occurred at a performance by "Charley Sparkles", the stage name of a musician popular amongst young children4. The event proceeded as normal, involving both the children and their parents. The parents have been amnesticised, but due to the difficulty in successfully amnesticising young children, other alternatives are being considered. Footnotes 1. The current observed maximum. 2. By hand, no records exist of tools being used. 3. The reasons for this vary. 4. Typically four to six years old. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4244" by Mortos, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4244. 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-4245
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keter
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Item #: SCP-4245 At the 2016 Rio Olympics, moments before an SCP-4245 instance is triggered. Special Containment Procedures: Since the origins of SCP-4245 are currently unknown, containment should focus on identifying transmissible clusters in civilian populations. All individuals who have witnessed an SCP-4245 event are to be detained and positioned on the multidimensional perfectionism scale (MPS)1 by Foundation psychologists. Witnesses are to then be released following the administration of Class-D amnestics. Members of Research Task Force Mu-3 ("Ink Blots") are to monitor international competitions for manifestation of SCP-4245 events in audience bodies. Psychology conferences are to be disrupted worldwide (especially those pertaining to success and achievement) under the cover of requiring further quality assurance. Information about a SCP-4245 event is to be suppressed by Foundation web-crawlers. Description: SCP-4245 is the neurological phenomenon by which failure is celebrated. The anomaly appears to be localised to an individual's performance of a specific task (whether it be mechanical, cognitive or social) and viewers' cognition of said task thereafter. The affected task, performed under wilful action, influences viewers regardless of duration of time passed, location or medium. The effect correlates with the severity of failure, manifesting in the following: Heightened oxytocin2 levels in the viewer's bloodstream. A portion of the viewer's brain (known as the posteromedial cortices)3 lighting up in MRI scanners by a factor of three. A compulsion in the viewer for praise and adulation of the failed task and/or performer, whether through excessive physical or verbal feedback. Discovery: Foundation agents have responded to multiple instances of SCP-4245 from 2016 to the present, highlighting its prevalence in the general population: Attendees at FailCon under the effect of SCP-4245. In May 2016, Tony Fadell, former Head of the Google Glass project, shared how the company incurred over USD $1 billion in R&D costs and massive blow-back from consumers in terms of security and privacy concerns, all under his watch. Fadell was giving a lecture at FailCon, an international conference dedicated to the study and sharing of failures by entrepreneurs, innovators and business leaders. Examples of workshops held during the two-day conference at San Francisco include "Failing Spectacularly for Success" and "From Fiasco to Fortune." CCTV footage captured members of the audience growing increasingly restless, standing up and raising their hands in the air, until the entire room was chanting FailCon's official slogan Fail Fast, Fail Hard, Fail Fail Again! to the point where Mr Fadell was unable to continue. In exit surveys, participants rated Fadell's talk as a huge success. In 2019, an early test screening of the Netflix production Losers had the audience bursting into applause by the end of Episode 6, which depicted professional sled dog musher Aliy Zirkle racing the Iditarod4 nineteen times since 2001 but never having won the championship. Within 24 hours, Aliy Zirkle received multiple letters of congratulations and donations in excess of $1,000,000. Select reviews are documented below from international critics believed to be under the influence of SCP-4245. "Riveting! Genius!" ~Steve Greene, Indiewire "Losers might just be the most uplifting thing you’ll see this year." ~Stuart Heritage, The Guardian "Wouldn’t you relate more to the thousands upon thousands of people who failed than to the Tom Bradys of the world?" ~Joel Keller, Decider "Almost makes you want to go out there and fail too." ~Moria Greene, Screencast Defending Champion Truls Torp executing a near-perfect belly flop. In 2017, at the Norwegian "Death Diving" Belly Flop Championships, Defending Champion Truls Torp lodged a formal complaint against the judges' ruling one week after he lost to Mathias Kruger, a first-time entrant to the competition. In the annual contest held in Oslo, Norway, participants are scored based on: level of sound generated upon impact (1 decibel = 1 point) grace, beauty and overall style (10 points) percentage of body left reddened (10 points) overall reaction of the audience (20 points) Live footage of Torp's event is documented below. Commentator voiceover is translated from Norwegian: [BEGIN TRANSCRIPT] [The camera zooms in on Torp's face at the top of a 10-meter diving platform: he's a heavy-set male in his early-30s, with short blonde hair. There's a buzz from the crowd below.] Commentator: Torp taking his time. In a perfect world, everyone goes home a winner today, but only the champ gets $10,000. Torp looks… and he leaps!! [Torp spreads his arms and legs wide, holding his body parallel to the water for the almost three-second descent. The "SPLAT" upon impact is the loudest of the evening, but the audience's reaction is muted.] Commentator: And what an impressive fall for Truls Torp! We've seen some excellent belly flops so far in this competition, but I think the stars might align for the defending champ with that spectacular performance! [Torp is already seen smiling as he swims to the side of the pool. He climbs out of the pool and almost his entire body is coloured pink from the impact. The buzzer sounds and the judges hold up their scorecards.] Commentator: And it's a beautiful 9.5! A near-perfect flop for Mr Torp! [Torp looks pleased as he climbs out of the pool. Meanwhile, the camera pans to the next competitor ascending the ladder.] Commentator: And up next is first-time competitor, 21-year-old Mathias Kruger. [Mathias looks nervous at the top of the diving board. His wiry frame is hunched over, slowly inching his way towards the edge of the platform.] Commentator: I certainly don't envy this young man. It's going to be tough to beat Torp's performance… [Torp is standing below, egging the young man on, shouting at him to hurry up. Soon, the crowds join in. Some boos are heard as Mathias wavers.] Commentator: Young Mathias needs to demonstrate some excellent bellyflopology if he hopes to place the top ten, let alone win. [Mathias takes a deep breath, spreads his arms wide, and then slips off the board. He makes a "PLOP" sound as he hits the water in no discernible direction. There's a small period of silence, before the crowd ROARS with approval.] Commentator: HERREGUD! WHAT A PHENOMENAL PERFORMANCE FROM MATHIAS KRUGER! [Mathias surfaces, looking slightly confused. Torp is jumping up and down by the edge of the pool, applauding and screaming praises in his direction. The judges all hold up perfect 10/10 cards.] Commentator: A perfect score from the judges' table, ladies and gentlemen, and deservedly so! There's no doubt about it — Mathias Kruger has FLOPPED hard! [TRANSCRIPT ENDS] Addendum 4245-01: Interview with Mathias Kruger Foundation agent Anette Olsen posed as one of the organisers of the competition seeking an interview with Mathias Kruger the following day. Class-W mnestics were applied to Agent Olsen three hours before, temporarily heightening memory retention and perception of antimemes. Interview was conducted in Mathias' home on the outskirts of Oslo, Norway. Agent Olsen: Thank you for seeing me, Mathias. Mathias: I told the guy on the phone I didn't want the prize money. You didn't have to come all the way down. [At this point, Agent Olsen reported feeling the first signs of pain in the upper left portion of her forehead, a sign of mnestics working to counteract an active memetic agent.] Agent Olsen: It's no problem. I wanted to meet the daredevil himself. We've never had anyone get a perfect score in the history of the competition. Mathias: You're being serious, right? This isn't some elaborate joke you guys are playing on me? Agent Olsen: What are you talking about? Mathias: [frustrated] I clearly slipped and fell on the platform. I crashed and burned. Hard. And yet here you guys are, praising me to the moon and back. Torp should have won the competition yesterday. Not me. Agent Olsen: Well, I don't know what to say, Mathias. The crowd clearly loved you. Even Torp was leaping for joy— Mathias: That's the thing, isn't it? Earlier on, he was goading me to jump. I believe he used the term "vattnisse"5 a couple of times as well. A minute later, he's hugging me like a long-lost brother. Agent Olsen: We apologise for Mr Torp's language, but maybe your story really resonated with the crowd. Mathias: [laughs] I'm sure that's the reason. Or maybe this is all just an elaborate prank. I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to turn down the prize money. Agent Olsen: What? Really? [Olsen pulls out a white envelope stuffed with cash.] Agent Olsen: No strings attached, you know? Well, except for this interview. [She hands over the envelope, but Mathias pulls back. Agent Olsen notices the throbbing in her forehead increasing in intensity the closer the envelope is brought to Mathias.] Mathias: You'd be the first person to say that. Heck, all of you would. Since when do you get rewarded for doing fuck-all? There must be some kind of catch here. Agent Olsen: No catch. We just want to know a little bit about you for our promotional content, that's all. Mathias: Take a look around. There's a reason why I'm living alone in this shitty apartment. Agent Olsen: Where's your family? Mathias: Haven't seen them in years. Agent Olsen: What about friends? Mathias: You mean like you guys? Agent Olsen: Okay. Can you at least tell us why you decided to join the competition? Mathias: [shrugs] Needed the money. Beats working at 7-11 for the rest of my life. Agent Olsen: And yet you're refusing to take it now? Mathias: Listen, lady, everything I've touched in life has turned to shit. Everything. I don't know why, but I seem to rub people the wrong way. And now, out of the blue, everyone's on their feet, clapping me on the back and giving me free lunch? And for something I clearly know I messed up? It doesn't make sense. I've followed my instincts so far in life, and I ain't touching that envelope. Agent Olsen: Fair enough. I'll let the organisers know of your decision. [The throbbing appears to subside once Olsen places the envelope back in her bag.] Mathias: Can I ask you one thing before you go? Agent Olsen: Of course. Mathias: Do you really think I deserved to win? [Olsen considers the question for a moment.] Agent Olsen: I don't think you're a failure, Mathias, if that's what you're asking. Maybe just a misunderstood young man. Mathias: [nods] Because y'know, I've struggled with this my entire life. Agent Olsen: What's that? Mathias: Getting people to like me. [Agent Olsen reports a flash of intense pain across her forehead again.] Agent Olsen: I like you just fine, Mathias. Thank you for seeing me. Agent Olsen's Debrief Notes: Mathias Kruger placed 0.91 on the multidimensional perfectionism scale (MPS), a strong indicator of narcissistic grandiosity, self-perceived vulnerability and imposter syndrome. While the classification of SCP-4245 remains at Keter, we suspect a large majority of infected individuals like Kruger are unaware of their ability to manifest instances in others and pose no direct threat to the general public. I am thus forwarding my objection to the Ethics Committee against the containment of individuals like Mathias as a long-term solution to counteract the effects of SCP-4245. All they want is our empathy, after all. Footnotes 1. Theorised by Hewitt & Flett in 1991 to measure an individual's perfectionistic self-presentation, or their confidence in relation to others. A higher score denotes more self-assured tendencies. 2. Sometimes known as the "bonding hormone." 3. Linked to feelings of admiration and compassion. 4. A dog sled race covering 1,500 kilometers of Alaskan wilderness. 5. A scaredy cat or wimp in Norwegian. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4245" by caspian2, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4245. 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: belly1.jpg Name: IDHM Wasserspringen 2018-02-16 3m männlich Vorkampf Sprung 3 053 Author: Martin Rulsch License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Filename: belly2.jpg Name: FailCon 2013 Author: Kevin Krejci License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: Flickr Filename: belly3.jpg Name: Belly flop Author: Robert & Pat Rogers License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: Flickr Additional Notes: Image cropped.
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SCP-4246
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archon
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Item#: 4246 Level3 Secondary Class: archon Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: caution link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Complete containment of SCP-4246 phenomena is not presently feasible, although it has been hypothesized that efforts to impede or terminate the anomaly may result in events detrimental to the preservation of normalcy. A disinformation campaign is to be maintained to actively discredit the legitimacy of claims made by SCP-4246-1 and their supporters. Such allegations are to be dismissed as works of fiction, the product of mental illness, or religious delusion. Communities and cults comprised of SCP-4246-1 (and non-anomalous associates) are to be closely monitored. It is of the utmost importance that suspected SCP-4246-1 Type B are secured and contained as soon as possible due to their ability to gain preternatural knowledge of the Foundation and its inner-workings. Instances of SCP-4246-1 Type B are to be captured and contained within Psi-resistant humanoid containment cells1. SCP-4246-1 Type B must be physically restrained for their own safety when triangulating the location of (or in close proximity to) SCP-4246 transmitters, such as SCP-4246-2 and SCP-4246-3. The existence of SCP-4246-2 and SCP-4246-3, along with their creators, must be hidden from the public by any means necessary. In the case of SCP-4246-3, Provisional Containment Area-48 has been constructed and must be maintained. Members of Mobile Task Force Epsilon-19 "The Psych Ward” are the only individuals allowed within SCP-4246-3 unless authorized by Site Director. Description: SCP-4246 primarily manifests as a morbid psychological condition involving dreams, hallucinations, delusions, and fixations of a singular relation to the ocean and its contents. Individuals afflicted by SCP-4246 are classified as SCP-4246-1 and display significant behavioral changes, including the development of abnormal neuropathologies. Most SCP-4246-1 will eventually come to interpret their anomalous experiences as spiritual visions conveying some manner of revelation or esoteric knowledge, ultimately leading to the creation of cults and related organizations. The most immediate distinction that separates SCP-4246 from unrelated experiences is the inexplicable commonality between episodes and reactions. Frequently reported elements include: Visions of sprawling and colossal cities beneath the sea. The windowless structures display non-Euclidean architecture and are composed of a material described as smooth, seamless, glassy, and black. Visions involving gardens of coral displaying indescribable colors presumably outside the human visual spectrum. An uncontrollable psychological urge to immerse themselves in seawater2, often to the point of self-endangerment. Hallucinations involving symbols of unknown origin or context, usually manifesting as short, rapid flashes that leave fleeting imprints upon an individual's paracentral vision. These visions have been known to trigger dizziness, vertigo, post-traumatic stress, psychosis, mania and/or depression, homicidal/suicidal thoughts and behavior, and the development of new hallucinations3. Afflicted individuals have been known to kill family and friends in an effort to "save" them from an ill-defined but nevertheless impending cataclysm. Reports of sensations similar to those described by sufferers of phantom pain4 and body integrity identity disorder5 but manifesting as healthy people with their bodies intact feeling as though they are missing limbs that otherwise never existed. Afflicted individuals understand that this feeling is illogical and that the human body (normally) has four limbs, but continue to experience these sensations regardless of acceptance. Individuals have described incidents of phantom pain registering up to 12 meters away from their body, as if these non-existent appendages were significantly longer than their actual limbs. There exist several cases of acutely afflicted individuals removing the limbs of others and attempting to graft them to their own body with fatal results. The majority of SCP-4246-1 will eventually self-terminate by drowning in the ocean. While all appear to suffer the compulsion to do so, a minority are able to resist the urge. SCP-4246-1 are divided into Type A, Type B, and Type C variants. Type A individuals are the most common and generally display one or more of the previously noted symptoms. It is unknown how many SCP-4246-1 Type A exist but their reaction to SCP-4246 is generally self-contained and easily countered by the propagation of disinformation. Acutely affected individuals exhibit extrasensory perception (ESP), such as the ability to identify information hidden from normal senses, as well as preternatural knowledge of a subject’s thoughts and memories. These individuals have been classified as SCP-4246-1 Type B and, following decades of research, have been determined to be psi-positive (non-psychokinetic) passive receivers - unwillingly absorbing information via ESP but unable to actively transmit it. Information regarding SCP-4246-1 Type C requires Level 4 clearance or authorization by Project: Awakened Dreamer director Dr. Joan Henrike. Joseph Adler, leader of the Hermetic Order of Universal Wisdom The earliest known effort to catalog and explain the SCP-4246 phenomena was by English occultist Joseph Adler (1833 - 1921), leader of the Hermetic Order of Universal Wisdom - an organization devoted to the study and practice of the occult, metaphysics, and paranormal activities during the late 19th and early 20th centuries. In his book The Drowned Kingdoms, or The Eternal Dreams of the Firstborn, Adler discusses his lifelong visions and "astral" exploration of the ruins of a long forgotten race which he refers to as the "Firstborn"6. Unlike other claims involving lost worlds and civilizations (a popular concept at the time), Adler's work includes extensive interviews with other so-called "Dreamers" (SCP-4246-1 Type A), lending evidence to an anomalous phenomenon, and makes accurate scientific conclusions describing concepts such as plate tectonics7, evolution, memetics, and physics. On October 29th, 1920, Adler and nine of his followers attempted "mass astral projection"8 in the hopes of learning more about the "Firstborn". The attempt resulted in three deaths from acute myocardial infarction (commonly known as heart attack), two from intracranial hemorrhage (non-traumatic), and four by self-termination (various methods). Adler himself ultimately survived, but had been rendered permanently blind. + Interview Log: Joseph Adler (01/14/1921) - ACCESS GRANTED Interviewed: Mr. Joseph Adler Interviewer: Dr. Franz Schröder, alias: Dr. White Foreword: An interview with Joseph Adler, leader of the Hermetic Order of Universal Wisdom. Interview takes place at Broadmoor Hospital in Berkshire, England. Despite the subject's sickly demeanor and lack of sight, he is alert and displays an abnormal level of awareness of his surroundings. <Begin Log> Schröder: Hello Mr. Adler. My name is Dr. White. How do you fare today? Adler: You are not from here. Schröder: I was recently transferred from… Adler: [Interrupts] Do not lie, Mr. Schröder. Your arrival was foretold in the Tendrils. Schröder: Hmm. I was not made aware of your anomalous capabilities. You’re not what I expected. Your dossier suggested… Adler: [Interrupts again] A lunatic? I assure you, Mr. Schröder, that I am the epitome of sanity. Schröder: Yes. A man so consumed by madness that he tore out his own eyes. Tell me Mr. Adler - how can one commit such an act of self-destruction and still claim sanity? Adler: I had no choice. How knowledgeable are you regarding the deep sea? Schröder: It isn't my area of expertise. I don’t see how that has any re- Adler: [Continues speaking] The ocean has always fascinated me. In dreams since youth I plumbed the depths of the pelagic abyss. I beheld with awe the long-forgotten edifices of the Elder Race. We fear the dark and cold embrace of her undulating vastness. Despite this fear, she inspires within our hearts a singular curiosity. One day man will know that world. Do you know what the depths do to the human body? Schröder: You drown? Adler: One could drown in a cup of water. No. The deep is different. The pressure crushes your organs and shatters your bones. This is why submersibles must be built strong. In time man will create something capable of enduring the true abyss. The mind is not so different from such a vessel, as it can only dive so deep before… this. [Subject drags his fingers down his face, emphasizing his lack of eyes] I looked too far. Beheld that which no man should ever see. Horrors beyond conception - beyond perception! I looked too far and something… something did not appreciate my gaze. Compared to man, the Firstborn were as gods. If they could not stop it, what chance have we? <End Log> Closing Statement: The subject appears to be a true telepath, presumably a Type-3 Psi-Positive or higher. Recommend a Maynard-Sidgwic Test9 to ensure a comprehensive diagnosis. Operatives arrived at Broadmoor Hospital the next day, intending on taking Joseph Adler into Foundation custody. He was discovered unresponsive in his room and was later declared deceased. The body was delivered to Humanoid Containment Site-744 where it would undergo autopsy. Adler's cause of death was indeterminate but was thought at the time to be the result of untreated pneumonia aggravated by recent trauma. Among Adler's belongings was an unfinished draft of a map depicting an unknown location. It was initially believed that the partially depicted landmass was an uncharted island, as the apparent coastline failed to coincide with any known location and the etching itself offered no sense of scale. All efforts to find this island failed and the map was dismissed as irrelevant until 1956. Instances of SCP-4246-1 Type A would continue to be tracked and observed, while SCP-4246-1 Type B individuals were secured as per special containment procedures at Humanoid Containment Site-744. There would be no change in the Foundation's understanding of the SCP-4246 phenomena until 1954, when Dr. Charles Baker noticed certain patterns in the Maynard-Sidgwic Test results of SCP-4246-1B, leading him to hypothesize that SCP-4246 influenced individuals are not true Psi-positive individuals and that they are merely receiving information sent and/or displaced by an outside force. Testing this hypothesis required the creation of a new method of Psi assessment, one taking the timing of failure and success into account with the presentation of new information. It was discovered that SCP-4246-1 Type B require a subject relatively nearby to read, suggesting that displaced information decayed the further it moved from its original source or that it was dependent on the number of sources (minds), not distance traveled (in such a case, SCP-4246-1 Type B on opposite ends of the world would be able to read each other's minds clearly, after the passing of an SCP-4246 wave, as long as there were no other minds to dilute this information). During interviews of Type-B instances, a significant difference arose between cases where interviewers knew questions/answers in advance, and cases where interviewers were not aware of questions/answers before the interview. In the former cases, SCP-4246-1 Type B were able to ascertain any information held by the interviewer. However, in the latter, there would be a delay 1-12 seconds. With enough interviews occurring simultaneously, researchers were able to conclude that the SCP-4246 phenomena required approximately 12 seconds to reach Site-744 from its point of origin. This suggests that Dr. Baker's hypothesis was correct and that SCP-4246 is likely a frequency of unknown wavelength, significantly slower than electromagnetic radiation (if its origins are unimpeded and terrestrial) but potent enough to cause information displacement/amplification, receivable (to varying degrees) by an unknown number of individuals. A Statement from Dr. Charles Baker: SCP-4246, originating from X and traveling at the speed of Y, will reach Site-744 in approximately 12 seconds. I hypothesize that this could be solved by simply transferring SCP-4246-1 Type B to a number of sites at different parts of the world and conducting the experiment again. Hypothetically, identifying a new maximum "delay of ignorance" could help triangulate the point of origin for the SCP-4246 phenomena. The experiment was once again conducted as described but the results revealed an unforeseen problem. The initial hypothesis was predicated on the supposition that SCP-4246 had a single point of origin but the results ultimately suggest that SCP-4246 is being transmitted from multiple points - greatly complicating our search. However, one important detail was gleaned from this data. The delay of ignorance dramatically decreased with proximity to the ocean (inland seas and freshwater bodies displayed no such influence). For reasons unknown, the Atlantic Ocean resulted in a relatively longer delay (approximately 8 seconds) compared to the Pacific Ocean which had the shortest delay (approximately 2 seconds). Suffice it to say, the source of SCP-4246 is in the sea. Coinciding with the efforts of Dr. Baker was research into the symptomatic similarities between SCP-4246-1 individuals. A study overseen by Dr. Stefan Gärtner noticed that certain, not previously described habits often manifested among the more artistically disposed SCP-4246-1. These included depictions resembling the partially drafted map of Joseph Adler. An estimated 12,000 distinct images were compared and combined (along with Adler's original draft), creating a complete map displaying intricate cities and geographical features. Despite its incredible detail, approximately 20% of the map was empty space (primarily in the form of a large "C" shaped mass left of center). The amount of detail depicted in regions initially hypothesized as water led many to hypothesize that Adler’s map depicted a lake, rather than an island. In 1956, when the Foundation began to accept plate-tectonic theory, researchers of the SCP-4246 phenomena came to the realization that all previous interpretations of the complete Adler map were wrong and that the image's empty space depicted the supercontinent of Pangaea, which had existed during the late Paleozoic and early Mesozoic eras. In turn, the detailed portion of the map intended to depict the ocean floor - complete with the unexpected, yet undeniable markings of civilization. A Statement from Dr. Stefan Gärtner: One by one, like pieces of a puzzle, the Adler map was created after months of tedious craft. At first, we knew not what to think - the complete image may as well have been some intangible dreamscape born of the collective subconscious of SCP-4246-1. But scientific consensus became a quick and integral ally, the conclusions of plate-tectonics solving a puzzle we would have otherwise struggled with for decades. As part of my research on SCP-4246-1, I introduced a copy of the map into my weekly interviews and asked if they recognized it. Their reactions ranged from suffocating dread to excitement bordering on euphoria. This is the world that haunts their dreams. But why? The Adler map was divided into tectonic-plates and rearranged to match the placement of continents in the present era. Using the data from Dr. Baker's delay of ignorance experiments, the Foundation was able to estimate the most probable locations for SCP-4246 transmitters. These transmitters have been classified as SCP-4246-2. + SCP-4246-2A (Pacific Ocean - Polynesia) - ACCESS GRANTED An instance of SCP-4246-2 was traced to 26° S, 112° W in the Pacific Ocean, west of Easter Island. On July 15, 1959, the FSS Ammonite10 departed from Naval Operations Site-67 in Hawaii with the objective of locating this potential SCP-4246-2. As the vessel neared its destination, a number of submariners complained of headache, nausea, and hallucination. It was around this time that radar began to pick up a large mobile object following the FSS Ammonite at a stalking distance. Believing it another submarine, the FSS Ammonite pinged the object but received no response. The unidentified aquatic object reportedly disappeared from radar only to reappear hours later. Despite the presence of this unknown object and the deteriorating mental status of the crew, the FSS Ammonite was ordered to continue with its mission. Radar began to pick up abnormalities on the seafloor. Searchlights swept through the water and the FSS Ammonite reported what appeared to be a sprawling megalithic city. The black ruins reflected no light and displayed non-Euclidean architecture resembling that of no terrestrial civilization. Mere minutes after its discovery, the crew of the FSS Ammonite erupted in an apparent mutiny. The vessel was ordered to resurface but its ballast tanks were damaged, possibly sabotaged, and unable to repressurize. Radio communication remained online but suffered significant interference and while the FSS Ammonite was able to communicate with Command, messages from Command could not be received from FSS Ammonite. A rescue mission was considered infeasible at the time. The vessel's radio remained active, revealing how the crew succumbed to delirium, followed by bloodshed. Recorded below is the final message received from the FSS Ammonite: The rest are dead. Only I remain. While they fought like fools, I saved my strength and bided my time. The last man left standing was near death when I approached. He has joined the others now. The gods speak to me. This isn't a tragedy - it's fate. The Guardian was made to protect their secrets. I have painted myself in the blood of the fallen. I, and I alone, am worthy. The Tendrils coil around my heart. This… This is their love. Please… Embrace me… Despite knowledge of its coordinates at the time of its disappearance, the wreckage of the FSS Ammonite was never found. In 1977, remotely operated underwater vehicles were deployed to the region of the seafloor where SCP-4246-2A was first encountered. No evidence for the ruins was found but the location remains classified as SCP-4246-2A, as it remains a strong transmitter of SCP-4246, regardless of its lack of physical evidence. SCP-4246-1 Type B brought to this location became excitable and expressed the following: ID# Notable Quotations Notes SCP-4246-1 Type B #0036 “The tides are calling in my name. My soul is below, entangled among the Tendrils. Cast me down and let the undertow complete me!” Subject became incoherent and spent the rest of their time struggling to free themselves from their restraints. SCP-4246-1 Type B #0040 “They are still dreaming, even after all this time. They dream of things of incomprehensible profundity. We are so small. Weak and worthless. Our misbegotten race does not deserve this world. It is a cosmic joke that we even came this far.” Subject became despondent. SCP-4246-1 Type B #0043 None Subject screamed continuously until removed from the area. All relevant Type B and Foundation personnel displayed shared life memories following their removal from SCP-4246-2A. Afflicted individuals were administered amnestics to minimize the effect. + SCP-4246-2B (Pacific Ocean - Micronesia) - ACCESS GRANTED A second SCP-4246-2 was traced to 6° N, 157° E, southwest of the Micronesian island of Pohnpei. The anomaly was discovered during a November 1961 investigation into reports of occult activity among the ruins of Nan Madol11. The island was under US administration following WWII but similar reports were made by Japanese occupiers, including reports of unusual behavior associated with the SCP-4246 phenomena. Locals directed Foundation operatives to the ruins, claiming that it had been overrun by the “Drowned”12 - a cult worshipping the so-called “old gods”13. Foundation operatives confronted the cult at Nan Madol, who were found to be non-hostile and at least somewhat cooperative. The majority were native islanders but American and Japanese nationals were discovered living among them as well. Though generally peaceful, the community routinely practiced human sacrifice; those selected for sacrifice appear more than willing to die for their faith. Through diplomacy, Foundation operatives were allowed to observe the ritual. The Drowned traveled by canoe to their chosen place of sacrifice, which has since been identified as an SCP-4246 transmitter and classified as SCP-4246-2B. The offering, a young Palauan woman, appeared joyous as others tied heavy stones to her limbs. Those around her chanted and anointed her in oil before consigning her to the sea. The Drowned did not perceive their actions as lethal and instead believed that they had merely facilitated her rebirth or some manner of metamorphosis. They insisted that she would live on for eternity among the gods and their “coral palaces”. Much like SCP-4246-2A, the Foundation found no physical evidence to explain SCP-4246-2B’s transmission. Both the Drowned and SCP-4246-1 Type B claimed there were cities on the sea floor but no evidence was found to support this. The Drowned disappeared in 1963; bodies would occasionally wash ashore in the following months. The entire community is believed to have committed mass suicide by drowning. While most comments were unintelligible, some SCP-4246-1 Type B expressed the following, potentially meaningful statements: ID# Notable Quotations Notes SCP-4246-1 Type B #0027 ”What you seek is here but anchored elsewhere. Don’t let reality deceive you. The hungry earth devours, but the Firstborn will never truly die. They exist outside the cycle. You have had that dream again, haven’t you, Dr. Gärtner? You knew the risks and sent them anyway. Remember [DATA EXPUNGED]” Subject began to discuss highly sensitive information. Psi-inhibitors amplified in response. SCP-4246-1 Type B #0036 “They writhe and writhe! You took them, you butchers! I still feel them, where are they? Give them back! Make me whole!” Subject trembled and wept uncontrollably. SCP-4246-1 Type B #0041 “The Sunken City awaits. All is black where there once was light. They are the gods that were and shall be again. Soon everyone will see. Everyone will…” Subject fell into a catatonic state but ultimately recovered three days later. + SCP-4246-2C (Arctic Ocean) - ACCESS GRANTED The Foundation had already encountered evidence for SCP-4246-2C in October, 1918, following reports of an abandoned village containing occult paraphernalia on the isle of ████████, part of the Faroe Islands. Foundation agents discovered that the missing inhabitants were all members of the Church of Saint Jonah, a cult outwardly presenting itself as a Protestant Christian sect. Among the recovered non-anomalous artifacts was a 54 kg stone statue depicting a vaguely anthropoid entity with the exaggerated abdomen, hips, and breasts of an obese and/or pregnant human female, the head of an angler fish, the protruding spines of an echinoderm, and appendages resembling serpents or tentacles. A journal belonging to Pastor Broddur Sigurdarson, the apparent founder and leader of the Church of Saint Jonah, was discovered within an abandoned chapel at the village's center. Several excerpts of note are included in the following collapsible, translated to English from their original Danish: The 13th of September, 1904 The Church14 has sent me to this desolate island to replace a pastor whose been deceased for decades. Faith, it seems, has little place in this village - perhaps the heathen spirit of our ancestors lingers more strongly among such isolation. I should not complain. For the Church, in its mercy, has allowed me a chance to redeem myself. Perhaps for once the rumors and accusations of my past won’t follow. The 5th of October, 1904 My congregation is small and primarily comprised of the wives and children of fishermen. To protect their husbands, they ask for the blessings of Jonah but never Our Lord and Savior. How easy it is for the veneration of saints to devolve into idolatry. The men are a disagreeable lot, who take to drink the moment they set foot on dry land. These drunkards view my status as an unmarried man with suspicion and have accused me of fornicating with their wives or of the crime of sodomy. These fools have no trouble hurling such contradictions. Lord, grant me patience. The 22nd of December, 1904 The Call is stronger here. I had begged the Church to send me somewhere inland for this very reason, like Herning or Silkeborg - anywhere but the islands. It was not a seizure. But that is how they justified my freedom. Just an accident. Unavoidable. But it wasn't. I remember it all with such clarity. It should have been a simple baptism. The way the infant gargled and choked; I held her down, let her lungs fill with holy water, until the bubbles ceased to rise. I hear the Call of the Deep. O Lord, protect me! The 10th of January, 1905 The Abyss speaks to me of betrayal and murderous plot. Captain Absalon's wife is pregnant but he knows that the unborn child cannot be his. Yes, it has shown me his secret shame - and the GUILT of Dagur, a supposed friend for whom he bares no suspicion. The Captain is not an intelligent creature. He is a drunken beast of rage and humiliation and his ale-sickened mind has convinced him that I am the true father. He and his brothers plot their revenge, seeking my demise. But I will not act. Not yet. Let them come. I am ready. The 2nd of February, 1905 The conspirators breached my Sanctum last night. I told them the truth and offered them a chance to walk away. They made their choice. Now their entrails decorate the village. It never had to come to this. I stood in the town center, baptized by the blood of criminals, and awaited the dawn. When the rest awoke, they were witness to my glory. Terror will ensure their obedience. The Abyss whispers its secrets and I am its prophet. The Christ-God is dead. The Deep Gods are eternal. [date unknown] The True Faith is triumphant. The last of the non-believers have been purged, bound and thrown on a skerry at ebb. This sacrifice will appease the Deep Gods, but only for so long. Preparations must be made to ensure a steady and sustainable harvest in the future. [date unknown] The Gods have seen fit to bless my body with renewed vigor and a singular carnality. In my dreams I hunt for pearls among the seafoam and awaken to passions that had once caused such shame. Many women were rendered widowed by the purge and I have claimed them as my brides. This received no protest; indeed, they felt honored. Due to a lack of corroborating evidence, the events surrounding the Church of Saint Jonah were classified as a possible extranormal incident. The case was reopened in 1964 due to its notable similarities to SCP-4246 related phenomena. Though the village itself had been razed as per pre-1948 protocol, SCP-4246-1 Type B were delivered to its former site and able to detect a strong SCP-4246 frequency originating from the distant north. The signal was tracked to 87° N, 170° E in the Arctic Ocean. Like SCP-4246-2A and SCP-4246-2B, SCP-4246-2C lacked any apparent physical source for its transmission. Shipwrecks litter this region of the seafloor and include fishing/whaling vessels, canoes, and Norse longships. How they were able to reach so far within the Arctic Circle, despite the ice and lethal cold, remains unknown. It is presumed that all those who had traveled to this site had no intention of surviving the journey. Though most were incoherent, some SCP-4246-1 Type B brought to this location expressed the following: ID# Notable Quotations Notes SCP-4246-1 Type B #0019 ”It is the final linchpin to hold it all together. They had no interest in land empires. With the North, they made themselves whole. The Dream belonged to everyone.” Subject appeared particularly lucid. SCP-4246-1 Type B #0025 ”Drown yourself and complete the circle. The sea will remake you. Your lungs will learn to take in water. Do it! Do it! We all must drown so that they might return!” Subject was found unresponsive after testing had ended. They had apparently bitten off their own tongue and suffocated themself through the inhalation of blood. SCP-4246-1 Type B #0040 ”This is but an echo. We are far from the true source. They buried their Heart in ice. It is black and cold and the Heart longs for light.” Subject fell into a depressive state. An additional 18 SCP-4246-2 would be discovered, bringing their total number to 21. These transmitters do not appear to have any obvious pattern or advantages to their current geographical location. However, when superimposed over a map of the supercontinent Pangaea as it existed 300 million years ago, SCP-4246-2 form a pattern that maximizes reach over ocean distances - ultimately implying some manner of intelligent design behind the creation of the SCP-4246 anomaly. Dr. Joan Henrike would propose a solution to lingering questions surrounding SCP-4246-2. Inspired by a comment made by SCP-4246-1 Type B #002715, she hypothesized that the creators of SCP-4246 had purposefully hidden the presence of SCP-4246-2 through dimensional manipulation. Revisiting these locations, Kant counters would register at a difference of 60 humes in relation to the surrounding environment, revealing a high degree of dimensional instability. Dr. Henrike would further hypothesize that SCP-4246-2, while able to receive and transmit the SCP-4246 frequency, are in fact safely tethered outside of the baseline iteration of reality by some unknown means. In an effort to properly study SCP-4246-2, 3 Scranton reality anchors (SRA) were modified to endure an aquatic environment and triangularly placed around the estimated position of SCP-4246-2A. On 08/07/1965, at 0900 hrs, the SRA were activated, triggering the emergence of a 600 m tall, quadruple-helix shaped structure composed of a smooth and seamless black material. Object remained anchored to baseline reality for 1 minute and 26 seconds until the sudden obliteration of SRA units, presumably due to a dimensional tethering overload event. A second attempt was made the following day at 0700 hrs, this time with SCP-4246-2B, producing similar results, though only lasting 55 seconds. Further testing was prohibited, as the hypothesis had been verified and the statistically likely loss of more Foundation assets was deemed unacceptable. It is assumed that other SCP-4246-2 are of a similar construction as 2A and 2B. Based on current evidence, it is theorized that SCP-4246 functions as a world-wide network. What remains unanswered is its purpose, as the anomaly fails to display any sensible goal. It is possible that SCP-4246’s observable influence (via SCP-4246-1) is an unintended side effect of a far greater phenomena. If the creation of SCP-4246-1 was indeed the goal of SCP-4246-2’s creators, it could have been accomplished by simpler means (e.g. memetics). During a routine scan of news media, a report of unusual seismic activity in Antarctica was discovered. Relevant to the Foundation was its timing, occurring on 08/07/1965 at 0900 for an elapse of 1 minute and 26 seconds and again on 08/08/1965 at 0700 for an elapse of 55 seconds, coinciding with the SRA tethering of SCP-4246-2A and SCP-4246-2B. The epicentre of these two seismic events was traced to a region presently beneath the glaciers of Antarctica at 79° S, 172° W. Operatives from Mobile Task Force Delta-21 "The Abominable Snowmen" were deployed to these coordinates, discovering a previously unrecorded settlement at the site. It was determined that the outpost was built and operated by Nazi Germany but damaged and abandoned for reasons not immediately discernible. The presence of a pit with a kilometer diameter and industrial digging equipment indicate a large scale excavation project, later verified by official documents. After investigating the buildings and finding them empty, MTF Delta-21 secured the settlement and awaited the arrival of Foundation researchers. Recovered documents confirm that excavation efforts were part of an Ahnenerbe Obskurakorps16 operation to recover evidence of a supposed lost civilization. The Ahnenerbe Obskurakorps had been aware of the SCP-4246 anomaly since at least the early 1930s and had been, unbeknownst to the Foundation, conducting their own research into the phenomena. Through the analysis of SCP-4246-1 and their visions, they were able to deduce that this part of Antarctica held something of significance and were able to act on this information before the Foundation. They regarded this theoretical civilization as some manner of "master race", though this conclusion was based entirely on unfounded pseudo-scientific and supremacist beliefs. Unfortunately, most of their research appears to have been intentionally destroyed and only vague references to the project have been encountered in extant documents. The amount of resources deployed, along with the apparent urgency behind the excavation operation, suggest more than a scholarly interest in SCP-4246. It is believed that the Ahnenerbe Obskurakorps’ ultimate goal was to weaponize the anomaly but how they planned to accomplish this remains unknown. Signs of conflict were found throughout the settlement, the area littered with empty shell casings and frozen corpses. The docks had been razed and all ships had been intentionally scuttled, while excavation machines had been sabotaged and drained of diesel fuel. Journal entries and scattered memos describe growing animosity between laborers and their Ahnenerbe overseers. The excavation project had ultimately uncovered the presence of an artificial structure beneath the ice. Classified as SCP-4246-3, it displays non-Euclidean architecture and is composed of an unusually strong and seamless material closely resembling obsidian. Chemical analysis of this material has revealed a combination of calcium carbonate, chitin, volcanic glass, magnesium, and iron, but efforts to replicate this material in a lab setting have resulted in failure. Spectrum analysis of this material has uncovered constantly shifting symbols designed for those capable of perceiving light in frequencies outside the human visible spectrum. SCP-4246-3 displays an anomalous impact on sound. A whisper spoken within its interior will reverberate and increase in volume; a mere 1 second utterance can continue to resonate throughout SCP-4246-3 for just under 5 minutes. Individuals who remain near the ruins will eventually begin to hear the thoughts of anyone in their proximity. Continued exposure may result in the development of memory overlap, with one such example involving a Foundation operative who came to believe he shared the same wife as his partner. Thoughts and memories will continue to blur until the afflicted individual is rendered mentally incapable or catatonic. Fortunately, this can be corrected through the application of amnestics if treated early. Attempts to navigate the site proved difficult due to the number of steep drops and inclines, along with the extreme perceptual abnormalities that occur within. The presence of barnacles and similarly sessile (sedentary) organisms further indicates that much of the structure, if not the entire complex, was within the ocean prior to the Late Cenozoic Ice Age (33.9 million years ago). There are no known forms of protection against SCP-4246-3's anomalous influence, requiring individuals to limit their exposure. This has ultimately rendered the vast majority of the ruins inaccessible. Ground-penetrating radar has revealed the entire SCP-4246-3 complex is distributed over a land area of about 822 km2, making it larger than New York City. A journal was recovered from one of SCP-4246-3's various tunnels. Though it lacked a signature, its contents indicate that it belonged to one of the lost German laborers. Several passages of note include: They work us like slaves but won't even tell us why. They say it is for the glory of the Fatherland but that is no explanation! I always heard that the SS represented the best of the German people but these men I do not trust. They are strange and cast malignant looks our way. I heard the voice of Johannes but his mouth did not move. I remembered our mother, how I lament the sorrow our absence must caused her. My mother is dead and Johannes is no brother of mine. What is this? I suffer strange dreams in this place and it seems I am not the only one. We have all seen the black city beneath the ice. A kingdom older than Adam. The stones sing to us. We trespass on holy ground. This cannot continue. Plans have been set in motion. We will show them what the Gods have shown us. The Black City is alive with light - how can they not see them? They will come to understand its beauty. But we cannot return - the Fuhrer would taint it. Nobody can leave this frozen land alive. Mobile Task Force Epsilon-19 "The Psych Ward” was deployed to SCP-4246-3 in order to explore and map its interior. Members of MTF Epsilon-19 are resistant to telepathic, cognitohazardous, and memetic anomalies; to achieve this, they have undergone extensive training, mental conditioning, and surgical augmentation17. Much of SCP-4246-3’s interior was found flooded, requiring the construction of dams and drainage systems to access the majority of areas. SCP-4246-3’s non-euclidean architecture and labyrinthine vertical shafts have also necessitated the use of rappelling techniques and equipment. After 8 years of exploration and the establishment of various base camps, MTF Epsilon-19 completed their survey of SCP-4246-3. The resulting network of rope and anchors were in turn employed to create a minimalist lift system, allowing the Foundation to more efficiently move personnel and supplies throughout the complex. As MTF Epsilon-19 members are the only individuals capable of safely remaining within the complex, research was conducted indirectly via live video feed. At the lowest level of SCP-4246-3 is a spherical chamber with an estimated volume of 720,000 m3 containing SCP-4246-4. SCP-4246-4 is an organic mass18 primarily composed of neurons and glial cells - the two broad classes of cells found in the brains of all naturally occuring terrestrial species. These cells are alive, despite lacking any obvious means of preservation, with veins transferring blue blood (hemocyanin) throughout the cluster (indicating the existence of a closed circulatory system). SCP-4246-4 itself is submerged in water and protected by a translucent dome. After thorough analysis it was determined that SCP-4246-4 was a fully-functional brain, though one of unnatural size and complexity19. It is currently hypothesized that SCP-4246 is caused by the neural oscillations (brainwave) of SCP-4246-4, with SCP-4246-2 designed to receive and further transmit it throughout the world and potentially beyond. SCP-4246-4 appears to be expanding this brainwave across the world through a neural network composed of SCP-4246-2 (strong receivers and transmitters) and the neurons of all living things (weak receivers and transmitters, but far more numerous). It is believed that SCP-4246-4 is ultimately scanning the entire planet in a continuous cycle, gathering information for reasons still unknown. It is thus hypothesized that SCP-4246-1, through their divergent brains, are collecting some of this information much like a filter, their mental instability growing with decades of unintended contamination. + The Tethyan Civilization Hypothesis - ACCESS GRANTED Accepted by the majority of SCP-4246 researchers, the Tethyan Civilization Hypothesis posits that a specific civilization, presumably long extinct, was responsible for the creation of SCP-4246 and all related anomalous objects. Named for the Paleo-Tethys Ocean which they likely dominated, it is believed that the Tethyans represent a non-human, primarily aquatic civilization dating back to at least the late Paleozoic Era 250-300 million years ago. It is believed that the species responsible for SCP-4246 survived the Permian-Triassic extinction event20 and flourished until the Cretaceous–Paleogene (K–Pg) extinction event approximately 66 million years ago. Based on archaeological findings, the Tethyans existed for at least 200 million years and had a near incomprehensible understanding of science and technology. Creations linked to this extinct civilization show evidence of anomalous craftsmanship, their construction seemingly impossible by the standards of modern human artifice. It is feared that most of their ruins are permanently lost due to the Wilson cycle21 and obliterated by subduction. It appears that this race was aware of what would happen to the seafloor in their absence and purposefully constructed SCP-4246-3 on a relatively safe part of the Antarctic Plate. As this was not done in the case of SCP-4246-2, it is likely that the non-anomalous preservation of SCP-4246-3 was of singular importance - something that could not be dimensionally anchored elsewhere, as seen with SCP-4246-2. The Tethyan species is unknown, with no obvious signs of their existence in the fossil records. Though they left behind no images of their people, certain traits can be inferred from the architecture of SCP-4246-3. The species was aquatic, spending the majority of their existence on the seafloor. It is probable that they had appendages, a way to meaningfully interact and change their environment; though, as their brains allowed for telepathic connection, they may have been able to manipulate objects through telekinetic means - possibly explaining their seamless and delicately shaped architecture. Telepathy results in certain social ramifications as well, as suspicion and deception would be non-existent to their people. As an aquatic species, it is highly unlikely that their technology evolved along paths comparable to humanity. They could have harnessed heat from hydrothermal vents but they would have never harnessed fire - a fundamental and formative development for humans. The harnessing of electricity would suffer similar difficulties. Based on the existence of SCP-4246-4, it is believed that the Tethyans mastered some form of bio-engineering and biocomputation; their ability to alter reality is also firmly established by the current state of SCP-4246-2. Though still unverified, it is speculated that SCP-4246-4 was designed not only as a living repository of knowledge but as a secondary hive-like mind. This does not necessarily mean that the Tethyans shared a single consciousness, though it is within the realm of possibility. It may include the memories of all minds, Tethyan or other, that have existed since its creation. Visions among SCP-4246-1 of vast coral gardens may indicate a familiar and comforting environment, the Tethyans potentially regarding coral reefs as the cradle of their species. They did not communicate as we do, relying more heavily on sensation than description - symbols, colors, and vibration work together to directly invoke the feelings of its creator, directly transferring information between individuals without the problematic tool of language. As their minds were linked, either through a natural occurrence of their biology or through the invention of SCP-4246-2 and SCP-4246-3, it is improbable that they had a concept of words as we would recognize them. Their civilization flourished, expanding across the entire Panthalassa superocean, as evidenced by the far flung locations of SCP-4246-2. Despite the violent compulsions displayed by certain SCP-4246-1, there exists no evidence to suggest that the Tethyans were a combative people. Whatever tribalism they suffered likely ceased to be following the creation of SCP-4246-4, the core of their neural network and thus their civilization. WARNING: THE FOLLOWING FILE IS LEVEL 4/4246 CLASSIFIED ANY ATTEMPT TO ACCESS THIS FILE WITHOUT LEVEL 4/4246 AUTHORIZATION WILL BE LOGGED AND WILL LEAD TO IMMEDIATE DISCIPLINARY ACTION ++ PLEASE SUBMIT LOGIN CREDENTIALS -- ACCESS GRANTED AND REGISTERED Joseph Adler theorized the existence of three types of people: Sleepers (individuals seemingly unaffected by the SCP-4246 phenomena), Dreamers (individuals reactive to the SCP-4246 phenomena, though vague and distorted), and the Awakened (individuals capable of embracing the true reality of SCP-4246). The Awakened were entirely hypothetical, though Adler believed himself close to achieving this state of being. Foundation efforts to translate this supposed revelation electronically have failed. It is feared that human technology is simply incompatible with the SCP-4246-4 brain wave. Beginning in 1988, Project: Awakened Dreamer was an attempt to better understand the SCP-4246 anomaly, as well as to potentially facilitate communication with SCP-4246-4 itself, through the creation of a new variant of SCP-4246-1. Classified as SCP-4246-1 Type C, these “awakened” subjects were genetically engineered to act as superior receivers of the SCP-4246 phenomena based on key differences found between SCP-4246-1 and baseline human brains. Type C have a 250% mass increase of the pineal gland, a 400% mass increase of the cerebral cortex, and an estimated 1200% as many neurons as the average adult human. These changes have necessitated the surgical enlargement of the cranium to incorporate the overall increase in brain mass. Type C individuals also receive a steady supply of perception altering chemicals, primarily N,N-Dimethyltryptamine, on the insistence of Dr Calixto Narváez. These changes are not without negative side effects. SCP-4246-1 Type C suffer spastic tetraplegia and a significantly higher risk of epileptic seizure, brain aneurysm, cerebrovascular accident, and acute myocardial infarction. Advanced life support procedures and the continuous intravenous administration of relevant medication are able to minimize these life-threatening incidents. The majority of Type C were created from Type B, typically from those most likely to represent an asset loss in the near future due to self-termination or other SCP-4246 related fatalities. Individuals undergoing the process have an estimated 70% mortality rate; more information regarding this process is restricted on a need-to-know basis. Unauthorized attempts to access this information is grounds for termination. A Statement from Dr. Joan Henrike: I have been made aware of the ethical concerns certain members of our Foundation hold and would prefer to address them directly. Project: Awakened Dreamer is not cruel — cold perhaps, but entirely necessary. Individuals who have undergone the Type C process (or “awakening”) do not suffer in vain, nor is their predicament significantly different from before. Bound by straightjacket, locked in a cell and bombarded by sound - the established security measures hardly allow for much of a life. And what kind of life did they live prior to containment? Look at what SCP-4246 has wrought - how it ravages their minds, compelling them towards self-mutilation, suicide and even murder. Do not think them all as composed and coherent as Adler. He was an aberration. We cannot simply destroy SCP-4246-4 and this isn’t just a matter of general policy. The anomaly has been with us, engulfing our minds, long before the dawn of man (let alone mammals). We have no way of knowing how much it has influenced us and we will not do anything to terminate/inhibit the anomaly until it is thoroughly understood. Project: Awakened Dreamer is our only viable option at this time. If you are unable to offer a better solution, then I suggest you stop bothering the Ethics Committee with your complaints. This is the Foundation - we do what we do because we must. SCP-4246-1 Type C #0016, formerly SCP-4246-1 Type B #0104 (born Zena Alexopoulou), was determined to be the most capable of their kind. Based on Maynard-Sidgwic Test results, subject displays a heightened affinity for both receiving and transmitting information via paranatural means. Type C #0016 was transferred to Provisional Containment Area-48, constructed around the entrance to SCP-4246-3 in Antarctica. On 09/12/1992, MTF Epsilon-19 operatives delivered SCP-4246-1 Type C #0016 to SCP-4246-4. Subject had been restricted by mobile psi-inhibitors and equipped with a two-way radio. An interview was conducted as psi-inhibitors were gradually disabled. Interviewed: SCP-4246-1 Type C #0016 Interviewer: Dr. Santiago Castillo <Begin Log> Dr. Santiago Castillo: Do you read me, C-16? SCP-4246-1 Type C #0016: Yes. Dr. Santiago Castillo: Good. I’m going to disable the first inhibitor. Please inform me whenever it becomes too much. SCP-4246-1 Type C #0016: OK. I understand. Do it. I need to know the truth. Dr. Santiago Castillo: [Disables the first inhibitor] Please tell me what you experience. Don’t avoid any details. SCP-4246-1 Type C #0016: I see black cities… a billion unblinking eyes staring back at me… water fills my lungs, asphyxiates! The sea is full of monsters… I’ve seen… and felt… this all before. Please, I am ready. Show me more. Dr. Santiago Castillo: Understood. [Disables the second inhibitor] SCP-4246-1 Type C #0016: [Subject trembles] I am lost among the tendrils… and no longer struggle for air… cold and numb… but comfortably so. I hear my mother… she calls me home… home… she sings to me… not songs of words or even sound… but light and colors, so brilliant! Home… home… back to the gardens of my ancestors. I am with my sisters… as long as we have each other, we can… Be safe, be silent… be simple and without light. The song grows dim… but there is security in the darkness… be simple and without light… or the beast will find us. [Subject slumps forward] The song is a distant memory… where are my sisters? The old radio plays only static. The colors remain but the meaning is lost. We are so lost… our children are born small and frail with light so terribly dim… and their children are as dark as the void between stars. They live short and miserable lives… O, how they’ve come to hate themselves. Our soul has been shattered, scattered! They squabble and fight… they no longer hear the song but this was our sacrifice to make! In the end, none of us will recognize our own. But the light cannot return… not until the time is right. Please, I need more… I must see beyond the end! Dr. Santiago Castillo: Please note that I cannot guarantee your safety beyond this point. Shall I proceed? SCP-4246-1 Type C #0016: This thing has haunted me all my life. I’ve done terrible, unforgivable things while under its spell. Do it. I need to know why. I don’t care what happens. Dr. Santiago Castillo: Understood. [Disables the third inhibitor] SCP-4246-1 Type C #0016: [Subject trembles and begins to hemorrhage blood from their ears, nose, and eyes] Dr. Santiago Castillo: Are you able to continue? SCP-4246-1 Type C #0016: [Subject is silent but nods their head in apparent affirmation] Dr. Santiago Castillo: What are you experiencing? SCP-4246-1 Type C #0016: Everything. I see… I feel… EVERYTHING! But I cannot understand it! [Subject begins to cry] The way it speaks to me… I feel it from inside. The tendrils carve a wordless litany upon my mind! [Subject screams] WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME!?! I drowned my own children for you! I thought it was what you wanted! Just tell me what to do! Why do you keep calling me! I’m drowning in your dream - can’t you see? Embrace me! Grant me the peace of clarity! End my madness! Dr. Santiago Castillo: C-16! Please listen to me carefully. Don’t just receive - attempt to transmit! Reach out to SCP-4246-4 with your mind. Remember what we taught you. SCP-4246-1 Type C #0016: [Subject screams, their volume increasing to abnormal levels] <End Log> Type C #0016 violently thrashed their head side to side as an 300+ dB soundwave was unleashed, followed by a psychic backlash felt by anyone within an 14,000,000 km2 area. This anomalous reaction lasted for approximately 3 minutes and 26 seconds, triggering fits and seizures among SCP-4246-1 across the world. SCP-4246-3 underwent an immediate transformation, with walls and floors moving as if in a liquid state. The material once again returned to a solid after completely reshaping the structure’s interior. Type C #0016 and 12 members of MTF Epsilon-19 are believed to have been destroyed during the restructuring event, along with any equipment. Provisional Containment Area-48 suffered vibration related damage requiring extensive repairs. Above-ground personnel survived the incident but were rendered catatonic by the psychic backlash presumably triggered by Type C #0016’s attempt to transmit to SCP-4246-4. After regaining consciousness, formerly comatose Area-48 personnel displayed apparent knowledge of hypothetical science and technology far beyond current understanding (including subjects which haven’t yet been speculated, even in the realm of science-fiction). These include dimensional folding, warp-field manipulation, neural-electrogravitics, cosmic language simulation, organic quantum entanglement communication, among many others. Despite the possible benefits of such information, experimentation in any of these fields has yet to become feasible. This has ultimately led to depression and frustration among impacted personnel, resulting in a significantly increased rate of suicide. The manner of self-termination has yet to involve drowning, indicating that a SCP-4246 related compulsion is not responsible. Foundation operatives sent to recover casualties discovered further changes with SCP-4246-3. The seamless, obsidian-like material employed in its construction had become luminescent with a number of continuously shifting colors and undulating symbols. Seperated, these lights and symbols have no apparent effect, but the combination forms an exceptionally potent cognitohazard capable of triggering rapid cerebral hemorrhaging even among members of MTF Epsilon-19. Manned exploration of SCP-4246-3 is strictly prohibited from this point on unless directly authorized by Dr. Henrike. NOTICE: You have (1) new message(s) NOTICE: You have no new messages Foundation Network Inter-Site Comm Service v.3.155 ===MESSAGE FROM DR. ISAAC FREEMAN RECEIVED=== Dr. Henrike, No doubt the rumors of my findings have already reached you. Please know that I would never bring this to your attention unless I was absolutely certain of its importance. I am fully aware of the extreme skepticism with which my research is being met. It appears that everyone has their pet theory of who the “Firstborn” really were and aren’t too comfortable with anything that clashes with theirs. I, like everyone here, stand on the shoulders of the giants that came before us. Baker, Gärtner, and the rest opened the way. They did not live to see the truth and perhaps, neither shall we, but I believe that my discovery will bring us closer. I apologize if I sound overdramatic but its hard to contain my excitement. Before I get into the details, consider this: what if the Tethyans never went extinct? What if they are hiding in plain sight but are no longer recognizable as the advanced species they once were? Evolution isn’t some straight line towards intellectual and physical superiority. Do you remember the words of Type C #0016? “Be safe, be silent… be simple and without light”. During a routine sweep of news media following the 09/12/1992 incident, I uncovered some fascinating correlations. All relevant data is contained in the attachment and I urge you to peruse it with an open mind. As you’ll see, reports of SCP-4246 symptoms have steadily decreased; this is not to suggest that the anomaly is on the path towards neutralization (far from it) but that something has fundamentally changed. As you can see from my data, there are a non-coincidental number of reports from aquariums, marine biologists, and private owners describing erratic and otherwise abnormal behavior coinciding with the incident of 09/12/1992. It occurred globally and lasted for approximately 3 ½ minutes according to observers. The marine biology department can back me up on this, as their own specimens created rhythmic patterns with their appendages - all identical, despite being completely isolated from each other. And all seemed transfixed with a specific direction; regardless of their current position, they all faced towards SCP-4246-3’s location as if it were some kind of Mecca. In recent years, many new discoveries have been made regarding their intelligence. They've always been clever creatures - more clever than they had any right being considering their short lifespans and asocial behavior. Reports of tool use, even degrees of socialization and cooperation, are growing increasingly common. I initially dismissed this as a consequence of improving research - that such behavior has always been and that we are merely recording it for the first time. It would've certainly been the simplest explanation but it doesn't hold against the overwhelming evidence. This sudden divergence isn't limited to the psychological, as physiological changes are being reported as well. Mutants have been discovered, altered across species by genes shared through common ancestry. They are growing larger, stronger, and even more alien. Thankfully these changes aren't occurring simultaneously, as these mutants remain relatively rare and are usually misidentified. My hypothesis explains many of our unanswered questions. Why haven't paleontologists discovered evidence of this race? Because the fossil record is biased against soft-bodied invertebrates. What other fully aquatic creatures would've had the brains and physical ability to manipulate tools? A fish might be able to use a twig with its mouth or a crustacean could grip something with its pincer but neither would have the necessary dexterity to construct the basic tools that would lead to the development of civilization (and cetaceans are off the table; mammals wouldn't have even existed yet). It all seems so obvious now. I don’t believe that their current state was forced on them. They had to change, lest something terrible would be drawn to this world - some inconceivable threat that took insult to their intelligence ( “be simple and without light… or the beast will find us”). They could’ve fled this dimension but instead chose the darkness of a long sleep, letting their minds and bodies atrophy as nature erased nearly every trace of their civilization. Perhaps they couldn't bear to leave a world they stewarded for so long. I fear they won't take kindly to our destructive mismanagement of the planet in their absence. SCP-4246-4 has awaited them this entire time and something we did convinced it to proceed with its primary purpose. As beyond us as they were, the Tethyans weren’t gods. They were cephalopods. - Dr. Freeman Footnotes 1. Psi-resistant humanoid containment cells have spherical interiors and are composed of a lead-aluminum alloy between two stainless steel frames. These containment cells are equipped with Psi-inhibitors alternating between 32 and 66 kilohertz. Psi-inhibitors can be remotely deactivated as needed for testing. 2. This compulsion does not extend to fresh water or artificially mixed saline water. 3. Such hallucinations are described as ineffable, incapable of being expressed or described in words. Regardless of what is or is not perceived, the episode is unquestionably traumatic. 4. Phantom pain sensations are described as perceptions that an individual experiences relating to a limb or an organ that is not physically part of the body. 5. Body integrity identity disorder is a psychological disorder in which otherwise healthy individuals perceive one or more of their limbs or organs as alien to the rest of their body. 6. Other names for the Firstborn include "Drowned Gods", "Forebears", and "Elder Race". 7. Debunking the existence of Mu and Lemuria; popular concepts with both scientists and occultists during the 19th and early 20th centuries. 8. Astral projection (or astral travel) is a term used in esotericism to describe a willful out-of-body experience that assumes the existence of a soul or consciousness called an "astral body" that is separate from the physical body and capable of traveling outside it throughout the universe. Whether or not this actually occurred is unknown. 9. A Maynard-Sidgwic Test was designed to test for extrasensory perception (ESP) as well as other Psi related anomalies such as telekinesis. Updated versions of the test no longer include dowsing and mediumship (generally regarded as debunked) or pyrokinesis (no longer regarded as a Psi based anomaly). Named for Dr. Jonathan Maynard and Dr. Gertrude Sidgwic. 10. The FSS Ammonite was, at the time of its construction, the most advanced submarine of the Foundation (if not the world) and specifically designed for the study and containment of deep sea anomalies. 11. Nan Madol is an archaeological site adjacent to the eastern shore of the island of Pohnpei. The city, constructed in a lagoon, consists of a series of small artificial islands linked by a network of canals. Pohnpeian legend claims that the city was built by sorcerers, who levitated its large stones via magic. 12. Whether or not this name was self-referential remains unknown. 13. The island had already been heavily converted to Christianity by this time and practitioners of the indigenous religion were negatively regarded. It is entirely possible that the cult had no connection to the native faith. 14. Church, in this context, likely refers to the Lutheran Church of Denmark. 15. ”What you seek is here but anchored elsewhere. Don’t let reality deceive you.” 16. The Ahnenerbe Obskurakorps was a Nazi organization tasked with the study and the containment/destruction/creation of anomalies. As a sub-group of the SS, the organization answered directly to Heinrich Himmler. The organization was composed of scientists, field operatives, and occultists (most of which were former members of the Thule Society). 17. See document Lobotomy and its application in Mental Resistance. 18. Though SCP-4246-4’s true size is unknown, its primary body encompasses approximately 70% of the lowest chamber, with tendrils extending throughout the interior of SCP-4246-3’s stone-like walls. 19. ”If we imagine the brain as an organic computer, the human brain would be like an abacus compared to SCP-4246-4’s quantum computer, but even that would be too comprehensible.” Dr. Joan Henrike 20. The Permian–Triassic (P–Tr or P–T) extinction event, also known as the Great Dying, occurred approximately 252 million years ago, forming the boundary between the Permian and Triassic geologic periods, as well as the Paleozoic and Mesozoic eras. It is the Earth's most severe known extinction event, with up to 96% of all marine species and 70% of terrestrial vertebrate species becoming extinct. 21. Named after its originator John Tuzo Wilson, the Wilson cycle is a model where a continent rifts, forms an ocean basin in-between, and then begins a process of convergence that leads to the collision of the two plates and closure of the ocean. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4246" by Metaphysician, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4246. 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 Bob Author: Tuomey Tombstone does not match any existing user name Theme song: Bob is far too average and forgettable to have a theme song but if he did it would go a little something like this. More from Tuomey: Available on my author page Item #: SCP-4247 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4247's file must be continuously read by personnel at a minimum of two different sites. Readers may not take amnestics unless another reader is confirmed to be active. All copies of SCP-4247's file must be checked thoroughly against the original by no less than two members of the SCP-4247 containment and research team. Copies not used for containment purposes must be clearly marked as a reference copy. SCP-4247's file or any copy thereof must not be changed from the original without the approval of the SCP-4247 lead researcher, a containment specialist, and an infohazard specialist not part of the SCP-4247 team in the previous six months. A copy of these containment procedures must be kept separately from the main SCP-4247 file. Any physical copy of SCP-4247 must be kept attached to a hazel clipboard with a silver clip with iron screws while soft copies' storage devices must be kept in a box constructed using these materials. If SCP-4247 is not read for greater than sixty minutes, a containment breach will be declared. Description: SCP-4247 is Bob. Bob is a concept created by the person reading this file while they read it, existing purely in the reader's head. Bob will vanish when the file is no longer being read. Bob is aware of this and may try to make himself forgettable or to escape by other means because he is magic. Bob was once a male humanoid, of average height with brown hair, who was captured by the Foundation in a raid on a Serpent's Hand facility. After killing several MTF soldiers with an anomalous weapon, Bob tried to escape into a nearby book's fictional universe via anomalous means but found himself caught on a stray Foundation clipboard where this file was found transcribed. Bob never achieved the anomalous power necessary to escape Foundation custody. It is hypothesised that this file's description of Bob is what keeps him from escaping given the experimental wards protocol in use on the original clipboard. Bob is believed to have affected the file's "tone" somewhat but does not appear to be able to make changes to operational procedure. Bob is believed to have been holding the target of the raid, an anomalous device potentially capable of attacking computer systems beyond an air gap at significant range and manifesting anomalous creatures physically in the area around a computer system thus compromised, at the time of his unsuccessful escape. Successive searches and raids, including of the book Bob initially tried to escape into, have turned up no evidence of a similar device. Research pertaining to anomalous means of entry into fictional worlds has not yet determined a way to enter this file or extract Bob from this file. Additionally, MTF troops are as yet unprepared to fight Bob again, having few defenses against the anomalous attacks he displayed previously. Addendum 1: Bob is average height with brown hair and average eyes with average capabilities and skills. Bob isn't worth remembering. Bob is very lonely. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4247" by Tuomey Tombstone, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4247. 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-4248 By: notgull Published on 09 Nov 2018 04:55 ▷ Show Code ◁ △ Hide Code △ @import url(https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Montserrat:wght@600;700&display=swap); /* Centered Header Sigma * [2021 Wikidot Component] * By Lt Flops (CC BY-SA 3.0) * Forked from: * Penumbra Theme by EstrellaYoshte * Also based on: * Centered Header BHL by Woedenaz **/ /* ---- VARS ---- */ :root{ --titleColor: hsl(0, 0%, 95%); --subtitleColor: hsl(60, 62%, 85%); --lgurl: url(https://scp-wiki.wdfiles.com/local--files/component:pride-highlighter/lgbtqp_logo.svg); } /* ---- SITE BANNER ---- */ #header, div#header{ background-image: none; } #header::before{ position: absolute; width: 100%; height: 100%; content: ""; background-image: var(--lgurl); background-position: center top; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-size: auto 9em; opacity: .33; } #header h1, #header h2{ float: none; margin-left: 0; text-align: center; } #header h1 span, #header h2 span{ /* Hide the Existing Text */ display: none; } #header h1 a::before, #header h2::before{ /* Style the New Text */ font-family: "Montserrat", "Arial", sans-serif; text-shadow: none; } #header h1 a::before{ position: relative; bottom: .15em; color: var(--titleColor); font-size: 115%; font-weight: 700; } #header h2::before{ position: relative; top: .1em; color: var(--subtitleColor); font-size: 130%; font-weight: 600; } #header h1 a::before{ /* Set the New Text's Content From Variable */ content: var(--header-title, "SCP FOUNDATION"); } #header h2::before{ content: var(--header-subtitle, "SECURE - CONTAIN - PROTECT"); } /* ---- SEARCH ---- */ #search-top-box{ top: 1em; right: 0; } #search-top-box-form input.button{ margin-right: 0; } #search-top-box-input, #search-top-box-input:hover, #search-top-box-input:focus, #search-top-box-form input[type=submit], #search-top-box-form input[type=submit]:hover, #search-top-box-form input[type=submit]:focus{ border-radius: 0; box-shadow: none; font-size: 100%; } /* ---- TOP BAR ---- */ #top-bar{ right: 0; display: flex; justify-content: center; } #top-bar ul li ul{ border-bottom: 1px solid hsl(0, 0%, 40%); box-shadow: none; } /* ---- LOGIN ---- */ #login-status{ top: 1.1em; right: initial; color: hsl(0, 0%, 87%); } #account-topbutton{ border-color: hsl(0, 0%, 87%); font-size: 100%; } /* ---- PAGE TITLE ---- */ .meta-title, #page-title{ text-align: center; } /* ---- BREADCRUMBS ---- */ .pseudocrumbs, #breadcrumbs{ text-align: center; } /* ---- MOBILE DISPLAY ---- */ @media (max-width: 767px){ #search-top-box{ top: 1.85em; width: unset; } .mobile-top-bar{ position: relative; left: 0; display: flex; justify-content: center; } #login-status{ top: 0; right: 0; } #header .printuser{ font-size: 0; } #header .printuser img.small{ margin: 0; transform: translate(6px, 4px); } #my-account{ display: none; } #account-topbutton{ margin-left: 2px; } } Item #: SCP-4248 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4248 is to be stored in a completely opaque anomalous item locker. This locker may only be opened with written permission from the on-duty site HMCL supervisor or the Project Head. Reading SCP-4248 aloud is forbidden. Description: SCP-4248 is a Christian-themed children's book titled "The Alphabet of God" by John C. Angiuli. No other books by this author have been found, and Angiuli has been recorded to have committed suicide by train on 2018/08/11. Each pair of pages includes a singular letter on one page and an accompanying image on the opposite. In addition, each pair of pages includes a poem involving that letter. These poems often involve Christian themes, such as the 'A' representing the Apple that Eve consumed in the Garden of Eden. In some cases, reading these poems aloud1 will cause religious-based anomalous phenomena. SCP-4248 can be read in its entirety without anomalous repercussions, if it is read silently. When read silently, SCP-4248 has 27 pages: one for each letter of the English lexicon, and a conclusion page asking the reader to share the book with their friends. However, readers report a weak compulsion to read SCP-4248 aloud. Incident Report 4248/001 SCP-4248 was originally self-published by Angiuli at some point in 2013 as a children's book, and reached critical acclaim in several religious circles. Prior to Incident 4248/001, it is estimated that over 1 million copies were sold. On 2019/04/05 at 1200 hours PST, all instances of SCP-4248 suddenly vanished. Memories of SCP-4248 persisted; however, no instances of SCP-4248 remained. This event was initially reported by a priest that insisted that his copy had "disappeared from right under his nose" while he was reading it. Foundation connections in mass media institutions created the cover story of a mass-recall, and direct witnesses were amnesticized. This was initially regarded as an Extranormal Event, and further investigation was not pursued. However, a regular audit of Safe-class storage lockers at Site-19 three months later revealed that an undocumented locker contained an instance of SCP-4248 that had not been affected by Incident 4248/001. No anomalous activity involving SCP-4248 was reported prior to Incident 4248/001, and it is believed that SCP-4248 was nonanomalous prior to this incident. Testing Log 4248 After previous testing indicated that certain pages of SCP-4248 had anomalous qualities when read aloud, D-Class personnel D-4556 was instructed to read each page of SCP-4248 aloud to a room of research personnel. The results, and anomalous effects, are documented below Page: A Poem: "A is for the Apple, that Adam and Eve ate. / It got God angry at them, and put a lot on their plate." Image: A tree with apples, with a man and a woman eating them at its bottom. Results: None. Page: B Poem: "B is for the Bible, a very good book. / Remember to read it lots, or God will put you on a hook." Image: A cartoon book with a cross on it, presumed to be a Bible. Results: None. Note: For brevity, all further entries without anomalous properties have been expunged from this record. Page: D Poem: "D is for the Disciples, like Judas and James. / Judas stabbed Jesus in the back, and faced Hell's eternal flames!" Image: The twelve Disciples and Jesus, sitting at a table. Results: When read aloud, the light level of all areas within the observation room where SCP-4248 was being read visibly increased. D-4556 reported feeling "afraid" of SCP-4248, "like it [was] a horror book". D-4556 instructed to continue reading. Page: G Poem: "G is for Grace, what you seek from God. / If you get on his bad side, you'll never wish you had." Image: A bearded humanoid figure resembling the Christian God. The face has been blocked with permanent marker. Testing has indicated that this censorship was not an original part of the book, and could not be removed without causing irreversible damage to SCP-4248. Results: Upon reading, two King James Bibles manifested inside the room. This effect happened site-wide, with Bibles manifesting nearly everywhere within Site-31. After collection, the number of Bibles was counted at 23. In addition, both D-4556 and involved researchers reported a mild compulsion to read SCP-4248 further. Note: Examination of the Bibles revealed that all mentions of "God", "The Lord", or "Him" have been expunged using black marker, and the last 20 pages are missing. On the last page, the words "WE WILL NOT GO BACK" are written in dried blood. Page: I Poem: "I is for Israel, the place and the Holy Land. / We must take it back or God will hang us by our hands." Image: A person in Crusader armor swinging a sword. Results: After D-4556 had concluded the poem, Researcher Jacobs stood up, screamed, and threw his chair at D-4556. Armed security personnel had to carry Jacobs out of the room while he was trying to assault D-4556. At this same time, personnel at Site-31 reported hearing quiet, unintelligible whispers in their heads. Page: M Poem: "M is for Messiah, the one that's come and gone. / Accept that ours is Jesus, or God will make sure we're done." Image: A depiction of Jesus Christ. The right half of the page has been torn from the book. Results: Post-incident analysis showed that, after this poem was read aloud, personnel stationed at Site-87 reported high levels of radiation coming from behind SCP-1348-03. D-4556 also claimed to be feeling paranoia, and requested to take a small break. Request was denied. Note: Part of the 'N' page was ripped out. It is unknown if the full poem had anomalous properties, and reading the remaining fragments did not cause any noticeable phenomena. Page: ש23 Poem: "Christ and Hell are one and the same, and why should we be so quick to scorn? Throw yourself into the nest, and let the cawing spurn!" Image: Unknown. D-4556 did not remark on the image. Note: This page did not appear during readings of SCP-4248 where the text was not read aloud. Results: Post-incident analysis showed that the reading of this poem corresponded with containment breaches of numerous Abrahamic SCP artifacts, resulting in numerous casualties. See mainlist files for SCP-3570, SCP-3632, and SCP-3296 for more information. In addition, the light within the reading room gained a red tinge, and researchers claimed to hear incoherent voices in their heads. Following the reading of this entry and the manifestation of the voices, D-4556 was asked to cease reading of SCP-4248. However, D-4556 defied orders and continued to read. Page: ע Poem: "Your cawing is your binding, and they've thrown themselves on the tree. / We must bow down to [COGNITOHAZARD REDACTED], or he will never let us be." Image: Unknown Results: Post-incident analysis combined with satellite footage indicates that a large facility manifested in the Australian outback at the conclusion of the poem. See Exploration Log 4248 for more information. In addition, researchers claimed that the voices within their heads began to yell incoherently, and the local Akiva4 levels spiked by 45 deciakivas. Page: צ Poem: "If the birds are to bring—" Note: SCP-4248 was forcefully taken from D-4556 from armed guards. D-4556 resisted by attempting to assault the guards, and was tranquilized in response. Localized anomalous phenomena ceased afterwards. Additional Notes: Following its recovery from D-4556, the pages containing Hebrew letters were not found in SCP-4248. Reads of SCP-4248 conducted silently indicated that SCP-4248 only had the 26 standard English letters. Exploration Log 4248 In the aftermath of Incident 4248/002, a warehouse-like compound appeared at coordinates [EXACT COORDINATES REDACTED]. The facility was two stories tall, and had markings resembling the Foundation shield, but somewhat degraded. Agent Carnigan volunteered to explore the facility. In addition to standard issue Foundation agent gear and a firearm, Agent Carnigan was equipped with a body camera to record his surroundings. Camera activates. Agent Carnigan is currently looking at the facility in question. Although the facility is in relatively good condition, although somewhat dilapidated from age, there is evidence of damage from small arms fire and explosives evident in its exterior. In addition, the area surrounding the warehouse appears vacant and, in some cases, displaced. This is assumed to imply a prior armed conflict at the site of the building, despite no military activity having ever been recorded in the area. Agent Carnigan gains clearance to enter the facility. Carnigan approaches the front door and pushes on it. It is unlocked, and makes an audible creaking sound as it opens. The interior of the building consists of two floors. The first floor, which Carnigan is on, consists of a hallway with ten prison cells. The second floor, accessible via a stairwell, is a balcony overseeing the first floor. Agent Carnigan is instructed to investigate the cells. Carnigan moves in front of the first cell to the left, allowing the camera to see the interior of the cell. The cell contains a desk, a chair, and a cross attached to the wall. There is dried blood on the floor of the cell. For brevity, the remaining cells contained: First Cell to the Right: A wooden chest. Inside of the chest was a golden chalice and a priest's outfit. Second Cell to the Right: A stool with a miniature statue of Jesus Christ attached to the top through unknown means. Agent Carnigan remarked on the unusual number of avian downy feathers within the cell. Second Cell to the Left: Empty, with no signs of habitation. Third Cell to the Left: Empty, with no signs of habitation. Third Cell to the Right: Empty, with no signs of habitation. Fourth Cell to the Right: Empty, with no signs of habitation. However, Agent Carnigan remarked on a strong scent of burnt meat being emitted from this cell. Fourth Cell to the Left: A 2014 Subaru car, with a circle of chalk drawn around it. The floor of the cell is stained with dried blood; however, there is no blood inside of the circle. Fifth Cell to the Left: A plexiglass case and a VHS tape, both lying on the ground. The top of the case is open, and the VHS tape has had most of its tape pulled out and ripped apart. Fifth Cell to the Right: The cell door was locked, and the interior was filled with the cadavers of several types of birds. Agent Carnigan declined to open the door. Carnigan then ascended the staircase to the second floor. In addition to the balcony, the second floor also contains three offices, as well as a mainframe access panel. The panel's monitor is flashing the words "IMMINENT CONTAINMENT BREACH / SYSTEM KERNEL ERROR" in bold, red text at two-second intervals. Carnigan is instructed to attempt to access the mainframe panel. He inputs his credentials and gains access to the operating system. However, a message box appears stating that a full system wipe had just been completed, and that the system was shutting down. Carnigan was unable to reactivate the mainframe. After failing to reboot the mainframe, Carnigan is instructed to access the offices. The first office is locked. Carnigan forcefully breaks the door open. The interior contains a desk, a filing cabinet, and a trash can. Ashes and fire damage are evident around the trash can. No documents or other technology are visible. The second office's door is not locked. Carnigan opens the door, revealing an office nearly identical to the first, except for a document on the desk describing a procedure of some sort, which Carnigan takes. The third office's door is slightly ajar. Upon opening it, Carnigan narrowly avoids a weight placed on the door, designed to fall on an intruder's head. Inside the office, all furniture appears to have been destroyed with a blunt weapon. Carnigan recovers a laptop from atop one of the pieces of the desk. Agent Carnigan then exits the facility and meets with personnel stationed outside of the facility. Camera deactivates. Additional Notes: Two weeks after this exploration, the warehouse collapsed, despite there being no prior evidence of structural instability. One month after its collapse, the wreckage completely demanifested from reality. The cause of these phenomena are unclear. The following documents are classified, and require Level 4/4248 clearance to view. Attempting to proceed without proper clearance will result in disciplinary action, up to and including termination of Foundation employment. Recovered Documents Laptop: A laptop was recovered in one of the warehouse's offices. It was an HP Inspiron 15 7000, running OSCP5 v4.1.203. The login screen indicated that the laptop belonged to Dr. John Haskall, a Foundation researcher stationed at Site-17. Contact with Dr. Haskall revealed that he did not have any memory of the laptop, but he was able to log on using his standard Foundation credentials. In addition to standard utilities, the laptop also contained several pictures of Dr. Haskall's cat, and an audio log, presumed to be an interview between two male individuals. The audio log is transcribed below: <Begin Log> VOICE 1: We both know your name, and we both know what you did. Now tell me about Mr. Angiuli. VOICE 2: Ah, John and I go way back. Middle school lab partners, I believe, that's how we met. Took different paths in life, he a programmer, me an author, but we always stayed in contact. VOICE 1: Let's skip ahead to SCP-4248. Why did he contact you? VOICE 2: Well, one day, he called me, and asked if I could help him write a children's book. Told him that I didn't write for children, and that he should find someone else. Then he asked me to help him write a children's book. I guess he found out I helped write for the Library, back in the day. VOICE 1: So you assisted him in creating SCP-4248? VOICE 2: Hey, you're acting like I even knew what it was for in the first place? I can't see the future, I didn't know Australia would sink. Honestly thought he was just going to try to get some political or religious message out, or just fuck with people. Pause. VOICE 2: Didn't know he was trying to fucking summon God. VOICE 1: Why was he trying to summon God? VOICE 2: He was insane. Used to be an atheist, then, out of nowhere, he became a hardcore Catholic. Started preaching the word of Christ, and I think at points he even thought he was the next Messiah. He was still brilliant— that's why I was friends with him— but he always had to push religion everywhere. VOICE 1: Do you think he succeeded? VOICE 2: Hell no. The thing in the Pacific Ocean, the thing that came out after the TV reading, that isn't God. Convince me otherwise, but I don't think God has two wings or caws. Pause. VOICE 1: About the, um, entity in the Pacific Ocean, as you called it. It is responsible for the, well, most recent events? VOICE 2: Honestly, correlation does not equal causation. However, when a giant monster shows up, and half of the world goes insane, I'd say that might be causation, yeah. VOICE 1: Where did it come from? Why did it come here? VOICE 2: Definitely not God, don't know why it's throwing Bibles everywhere. Judging from the voices, though, it's from somewhere else. It's hurt, it's bleeding all over the ocean, so it's probably hurt. I drank the water once, I know the television said not to, but I was curious, to see if they were hiding anything, y'know? VOICE 1: So you're— VOICE 2: Yeah. Don't lecture me about it, I know what the condition entails, and I've kept the feathers under control, for now. VOICE 1: What do you think will happen next? VOICE 2: With me? I'll die, straightforwards as that. But with the bird? [COGNITOHAZARD EXPUNGED]? It's dying too. It came here hurt, and it's barely clinging on. It's getting a foothold now, though, and once it does, I don't think the cawing will ever stop. <End Log> Memo: The following memo was found on a desk within the office of the warehouse. It appears to describe an "Arabesque Protocol," which appears to hold some parallel to the Ennui Protocol6. ARABESQUE PROTOCOL Authored By: Site Director Calvin, O5-6 Abstract: In the past 3 weeks, several potentially world-ending threats have necessitated Foundation containment and neutralization. At the current point in time, it is estimated that a BE-Class "Human Migration" Scenario will occur by December of this year. The root of these threats appear to be an infohazardous vector taking the form of a religious children's book. This book has become a part of public consciousness, and therefore cannot simply be removed from the public ecosystem at large. In addition, too many physical copies of this book exist for complete Foundation eradication through the Ennui protocol. The Ennui Protocol has thus been augmented with the Arabesque Protocol, described below, to remove this infohazard from the public. Procedure: A large public recall is to be offered for civilians to sell their copies of the vector. This is estimated to take a significant amount of the vector from public hands. Mobile Task Forces Nu-7 ("Hammer Down") and Tau-5 ("Samsara") will be deployed in America, Europe, and Asia to terminate instances of SCP-████-1. The Ennui Protocol will be executed, targeting the vector. Concentration of air particles will be increased to render the population comatose. During the comatose period, houses will be searched for the vector, which will then be destroyed. All Foundation personnel aware of the Arabesque Protocol will take amnestics. Computer viruses will be deployed to erase information pertaining to the vector online. Artificial memories will be disseminated through broadcasts in major news in the form of memetics. Full indoctrination is estimated to take 3 weeks. On the backside of the document, the words "I want to go back." are written in red pen. Footnotes 1. Anomalous effects only occur if the poem is read directly from the page, out loud, by somebody with functioning vision and speech. 2. The Hebrew letter "Shin." Appeared after the 'q' page. 3. D-4556 was able to pronounce letters of the Hebrew alphabet, despite his background asserting that he had not been taught in the subject. It is of note that D-4556 was an atheist. 4. Unit used to measure holiness of a particular area. Personnel with appropriate clearance may consult Archival Document 06-S7INF-23-A for more information. 5. A proprietary operating system developed in-house by the Foundation for use in its database and computer systems. 6. A procedure to distribute amnestics on a global scale, designed to erase global memory of anomalous phenomena. 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A ROUNDERHOUSE Joint Coming Soon - Rounderhouse ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} 3/4249 LEVEL 3/4249 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-4249 Safe SCP-4249-1. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4249-α is to be stored in a standard object storage locker. Provisional Research Site-4249 is to be maintained by no less than 10 reseachers and serve as a staging point for MTF-Delta-8 "Couch Surfers". In the event any SCP-4249-A instance breaches into Provisional Research Site-4249, the facility is to be locked down and MTF-Delta-6 authorized to use lethal force to subdue the SCP-4249-A instance. Description: SCP-4249 is a pair of couches, designated SCP-4249-α & SCP-4249-β, of unknown make and model that provide access to an entirely self-contained extradimensional space, designated SCP-4249-1. The exact point of access to SCP-4249-1 is a portal that lies between the seat cushions of either SCP-4249 instance. Anything that can be forced into an SCP-4249 instance can be transported to SCP-4249-1. SCP-4249-1 consists of a tropical island of 4,400 km2, and a small portion of the body of water surrounding it. Any attempts to locate SCP-4249-1 using GPS technology have resulted in failure, with results displaying that the subject has not moved from SCP-4249. The only exit to SCP-4249-1 is SCP-4249-β. Due to the fact that SCP-4249-β is immovable, and the difficulty in extracting research specimens from SCP-4249, Provisional Research Site-4249 has been constructed within SCP-4249-1, around SCP-4249-β. Any attempt to move more than a kilometer away from the shore of the island results in being restrained by an invisible force. SCP-4249-1 is populated by several subspecies of SCP-4249-A. SCP-4249-A collectively refers to all entities that are native to SCP-4249. There are currently 9 known subspecies1, and research is ongoing to locate more. All SCP-4249-A subspecies share the exterior appearance of various types of furniture, but contain an entirely organic anatomy. Addendum: List of all currently known SCP-4249-A subtypes. Blue designations signify a docile entity, and red designations signify a hostile and dangerous entity. SCP-4249-A SUBTYPE APPEARANCE ANALOGOUS TO SCP-4249-A1 Identical on the molecular level to polyurethane foam. Function as photosynthetic producers, similar to moss or lichen. SCP-4249-A2 Similar in appearance to a rolling office chair. Primary consumers, feed exclusively on SCP-4249-A1. SCP-4249-A3 Similar in appearance to a beanbag seat. Primary consumers, feed exclusively on SCP-4249-A1. SCP-4249-A4 Similar in appearance to an ottoman or footstool. Secondary consumers, feed on SCP-4249-A2 & SCP-4249-A3. SCP-4249-A5 Similar in appearance to a single-seat recliner. Tertiary consumers, feed on SCP-4249-A3 & SCP-4249-A4. SCP-4249-A6 Similar in appearance to a loveseat. Tertiary consumers, feed on SCP-4249-A5 & SCP-4249-A4. Extremely aggressive towards SCP-4249-A7. SCP-4249-A7 Similar in appearance to a chaise. Tertiary consumers, feed on SCP-4249-A5 & SCP-4249-A4. Extremely aggressive towards SCP-4249-A6. SCP-4249-A8 Similar in appearance to a sectional couch. Quaternary consumers, feed on SCP-4249-A7 & SCP-4249-A5. Violent territorial disputes with SCP-4249-A9. SCP-4249-A9 Similar in appearance to a king-sized mattress. Quaternary consumers, feed on SCP-4249-A6 & SCP-4249-A5. Violent territorial disputes with SCP-4249-A8. SCP-4249-A9-β Similar in appearance to SCP-4249-A9, but significantly larger. A large patch of fabric is missing from its surface, and it appears to have a series of holes across its front, similar to bullet holes. Quaternary consumer, feeds on SCP-4249-A6 & SCP-4249-A5. Only example of its subtype. Often attempts to unsuccessfully integrate itself into SCP-4249-A9 instances' group and social activities, and is met with ostracization. Instance also appears to be crippled, and drags itself for locomotion, relying on ambushes for hunting. It only hunts for sustenance, and is extremely violent and aggressive toward humans. Incident 4249.1: During an expedition into SCP-4249-1, personnel discovered heavily damaged human remains partially buried on the beach near SCP-4249-β, along with a backpack filled with items from around SCP-4249-1. Due to environmental damage, the exact age of the remains is unknown, but based on information within Document 4249.1, the subject is estimated to have died on or around 11-10-1857. Analysis has revealed that the subject likely died due to a combination of suffocation and head trauma resulting from repeated collision with a blunt object. Items within the pack included: A large jug of water, half-empty. Four loose shotgun shells. A 1 m2 piece of fiber torn from an SCP-4249-A entity. A small field journal, designated Document 4249.1. A small picture of two men. A rapier common to the 19th century. Document 4249.1: The journal is attributed to Jose de Santos, a Portuguese explorer. Due to environmental damage, only a few pages were recoverable and translatable into English. October Thirty-First, The Year of Our Lord 1857 This shall be my second trip into one of the spirit realms. My good friend Senhor Oliveira discovered the entrance to this realm, cleverly hidden inside a small cushioned bench. We can only imagine what the Lord intended for these realms. Nevertheless, we used our considerable funds to procure the seat and lightly peered past the veil. It appears to be an unspoiled island, similar to the ones deep within the Pacific. From the little we saw, there appears to be no natives. However, only an expedition will tell. Oliveira and I have agreed I will go in alone, to make sure someone lives to tell our tale. I set out tomorrow. Photo attached to Document 4249.1, presumably Jose de Santos & Senhor Oliveira. November First, The Year of Our Lord 1857 I have entered the spirit realm. Already, I am surrounded by wonders. There do not appear to be any human natives, but I have sighted several wondrous creatures. I crawled through the entrance, hopping out of an identical bench sitting inconspicuously on the beach. Two creatures frolicked on the beach, & both resembled some sort of padded seat. They took one look at me (at least I assume, for I did not see any eyes in either of them.) and ran as fast as their little wooden legs could carry them into the forest. . Tonight I have made camp on the beach, and intend to enter the dense jungle at the crack of dawn. November Third, The Year of Our Lord 1857 I did not update my journal yesterday. Many things have occurred since then. I quickly made my way through the jungle, noting the presence of a pervasive yellow moss, creeping up trees and across rocks. I took a small sample of this moss, and will present it when I return. Until then, I march forward. I made contact with another of the creatures today. This one resembled a simple amalgam of fabric, leading me to believe it is of a different species than the duo I encountered yesterday. Most notable, it approached me. I am unsure of its intelligence, but it seemed to be trying to lead me somewhere. I chose to follow it, and came upon a most strange sight. A herd of these clump-like creatures, numbering at least a dozen, grazing in a small clearing. They seemed to be eating the yellow moss, which means it has some level of nutritional value. But I would rather not risk eating an unknown plant not even from my plane of existence. These clump creatures are unusually friendly, suggesting the environs here are more forgiving than ours. I have spent the last two days among them, observing their eating and social habits. I will sleep among them tonight, just as last night. They are uniquely comfortable bedmates. November Fourth, The Year of Our Lord 1857 I have spent another day among the creatures. They seem to have all the hallmarks of a very tribal, barely sapient society. But they seem to have accepted me as one of them, displaying some semblance of intelligence on their part. I may have underestimated them. They have managed to construct a small communal sleeping platform, a most impressive feat when the only way to move an object is to wrap yourself around it. They also seem to have a designated group of 2 or 3 clumps to collect the moss and place it in a communal pile. It was slow going for them, so I decided to give aid. They seemed to be happy to express their gratitude in the form of wrapping themselves around my legs. It is truly a strange feeling, but not a bad one. They also seem to enjoy being provided with pats. They seem quite similar to dogs, in a way. November Fifth, The Year of our Lord 1857 I was wrong. The environment is not at all forgiving here. Today, I was woken by the sound of something large crashing through the undergrowth. My spherical friends were not so lucky. A large creature resembling a mattress burst through the forest, crashing into the clearing. It…began eating the small amalgam creatures, the ones who had welcomed me in this terra incognita. Three of them were dead before I pulled my sword out of its sheath and slashed at the horrid beast. It bellowed in pain before abandoning the mass in its mouth and running off, leaving the piece of soft skin I had torn off. I am painfully aware that I am supposed to be the intellectual. But this beast slaughtered an innocent community, and I refuse to let that go unpunished. Tomorrow I set out on tracking the beast, through its swath of destruction. November Sixth 1857 I have spent the better part of the day stalking this beast. I have never strayed out of earshot from the abomination, and I maintain my grip on my rifle. Tonight, I am going to sleep in the treetops, above the undergrowth. Throughout the day, I have been on edge, unreasonably so. I have never felt like this on a hunt. I pray that I will survive this. But tonight, I must sleep. I do not need to give my quarry another advantage. November Seventh 1857 Today I witnessed a large group of the mattress creatures. I stalked the mattress' path through the dense jungle, until I heard noises. I slipped into cover, and watched as the largest one, the one I had skinned, approached its herd. But they did not welcome the beast. It attempted to re enter the group, but at every turn, was rebuffed. It was forced back into the greenery, and I followed. Eventually, It seems to have settled in a small clearing to sleep. I am not sure why it was rebuffed by the herd. Do they have an honor system, and had my quarry broken that? Did they not allow wounded back in the group? All I know for sure is that it is far easier to kill an isolated target than one in a group. I shall make an attempt to return to the real world, once I end this abomination. Discovery Log: SCP-4249 was purchased by Foundation personnel at a Marshall, Carter & Dark auction, where it was being marketed as a "pocket private island." Upon acquisition, it was discovered that a sheet of aluminum had been placed between the seat cushions, blocking access to and from SCP-4249-1. Marshall, Carter & Dark officials claim the metal sheet was already inserted when they purchased it from a Portuguese aristocrat named Carlos Olivér. Footnotes 1. 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