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SCP-4430: The Faceless Live in Evanholly 「Not Safe」 Image Sources: 1) faceless.jpg — Princess Tuvstarr (...) by John Bauer, Public Domain (modified) 2) mask.jpg — "Woman Mask Vintage Postcard" by Harrison Fisher, Public Domain (modified) Acknowledgements: JackalRelated, for donating this for SCPD's draftswap and for critique. Alces_Alces does not match any existing user name, for critique. RockTeethMothEyes, for in-depth critique. Uncle Nicolini, for in-depth critique. cybersqyd, for in-depth critique. Lt Flops, for critique. ▸ Ayers ◂ ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} 2/4430 LEVEL 2/4430 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-4430 Pending Sixth edition cover artwork of The Faceless Live In Evanholly (28 x 28 cm) Special Containment Procedures: Houses of individuals who are in the process of raising a child within the target age range (three to seven years) of SCP-4430 are to be routinely checked for instances of SCP-4430 and, if found, seized. Amnestic treatment of children within these households to remove any potential memetic contamination is in effect, though the efficacy and necessity of this treatment is uncertain. Description: SCP-4430 is the designation for copies of the short story "The Faceless Live In Evanholly" by Clyde Hiller. While the cover of the book has been known to vary between editions, the title and author have remained consistent and are used as the sole method of identification. The majority of information regarding SCP-4430 has been recovered from online sources — see Addendum 4430.2 for further details. Copies of SCP-4430 generally present as a paperback book targeted at young children containing various illustrations to punctuate the narrative. While the books themselves state that the original copies were published in 1968, there is no other documentation that supports this — a RAISA search for the title returns no results other than incident reports of missing persons. Initially thought to be a memetic effect, SCP-4430 appears to have the anomalous trait of causing a small fraction of suggestible individuals to go missing. The mechanism through which this occurs, how victims are selected, and where those victims are relocated to are all unknown. Thorough memetic screening tests of SCP-4430 and its readers have all returned negative; SCP-4430's anomalous characteristics do not manifest under laboratory conditions. Parents rarely deny purchasing SCP-4430, but also state that they have no explicit memories of doing so. The majority of SCP-4430 instances remain unread by the child and are only found after their adolescence. Of those who discover the instance, very few go missing. To date, only five children have been identified to go missing in ways that could not be explained by other causes — see Addendum 4430.1 for further details. Addendum 4430.1 — Suspected Victims Person Date Reported Notes Innes, Diana 2015/01/16 Chadee, Sophie 2006/07/05 Youngest twin. Parents recently purchased many books, including SCP-4430. Chadee, Katie 2006/07/05 Eldest twin. Parents recently purchased many books, including SCP-4430. McGwire, Danny 1975/12/12 Unidentified Male 1971/03/18 Anonymously reported from passerby. Clutching a book identified as SCP-4430. Mild facial nevus flammeus1. Addendum 4430.2 — Parawatch Forum Post Fyres 29/03/15 (Sat) 03:19:19 #8737463 Masquerade from The Faceless Live In Evanholly. Many people know Watership Down and The Plague Dogs as children's books that stick with you. Despite their saccharine appearance, the novels contain mature themes and content. Missing from this trinity is the often-overlooked and overshadowed The Faceless Live in Evanholly. Known for its interesting portrayal of social influence and peer pressure, the cult classic The Faceless Live in Evanholly has earned its place in the hearts of many since its publication in 1968. The book never gained much attention outside of close-knit literature communities. As such, The Faceless Live in Evanholly can be found solely in charity stores and yard sales, buried between unwanted vinyl records and droves of musty, unread romance novels. Interestingly, despite poor sales figures, The Faceless Live In Evanholly has had multiple editions published, each complete with new cover artwork. Avid fans of the book have tried to collect all of the published editions. Notably, the fourth and sixth editions are particularly elusive. (1st Ed. — 1968) Standard-issue hardback with only the title and author printed. (2nd Ed. — 1971) A small, porcelain mask splattered with red paint is printed below the title. (3rd Ed. — 1975) Two small, porcelain masks are being raised by a figure from below the frame. The red-paint mask is on the right. (4th Ed.) Undocumented. (5th Ed. — 2006) Below a pond, four porcelain masks are submerged. The two leftmost masks are identical, and the remaining masks are similar to those seen in previous editions. A hand is reaching down towards the red-paint mask. (6th Ed. — 2015?) Unconfirmed — no physical copies submitted. The Faceless Live in Evanholly is set in 1960s America and follows the actions of Leon — a child of undetermined age and race — who runs away from home after his parents berate him for a large birthmark that "streaks across his face like a glass of rich red wine". He runs into a forest near his home, despite his parents' warnings, and makes an attempt to survive on his own. Leon creates a reasonable shelter, forages for blackberries, and finds fresh water. However, despite Leon's best attempts, he cannot figure out how to make a fire to keep him warm. As dusk is fast approaching, Leon becomes colder and colder still. Reluctant to return home without fixing himself, Leon watches his reflection in a pool of water and readies a pointed rock. Before Leon begins to hurt himself, a masked feminine figure joins him by the riverbed. She does not give her name, and insists that Leon call her 'Masquerade'. Leon is initially apprehensive towards Masquerade, but this does not seem to deter her. Masquerade asks Leon if he thinks his parents were right to berate his appearance. Leon, angered by her insensitivity, shouts that he agrees with their criticisms — he sees himself as freakish and cursed, so he should accept his place. Interested by his acceptance of his situation, Masquerade then asks why Leon hates his face. Leon looks at Masquerade, exasperated, and simply states that he hates his face because it causes everyone else to hate him. As dusk descends on the forest, Masquerade reasons that the only reason Leon hates his face is because everyone around him judges him to be a freak because of it. Masquerade points out that he should not hate his face, then, but instead hate everyone that cast him out. Masquerade states that Leon would be happier without a face — since without a face, there is nothing for anyone to cast hate upon. She asks if he would be willing to give his face to her, so he could live in Evanholly. He accepts, and Masquerade pinches Leon's chin and pulls upward, removing his face like a porcelain mask. Leon states that he feels a sense of relief, like a weight being removed from his shoulders, or a deep sigh from within his soul. The final image is of Masquerade in a clearing, alone, throwing a porcelain mask into a well. Footnotes 1. Permanent genetic malformation of capalliaries at the skin, causing a deep red rash-like appearance.
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Item#: 4431 Level4 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: warning link to memo Bannard expedition photograph; unlabeled. Special Containment Procedures: Research Station-05 has been built directly above SCP-4431-A. Seismometers across Antarctica will monitor activity from SCP-4431-A and report any irregularities in the anomaly's behavior. At least one boring probe and an ice sheet drilling mechanism are to be kept at the station in the event that investigation of SCP-4431-A is necessary. Contact is to be maintained with all Foundation and non-Foundation research stations in Antarctica for reports of SCP-4431-B manifestations. If a manifestation is reported, personnel at the station are advised to monitor the manifestation and resultant SCP-4431-C instances. Objects left by expired instances are to be transported to the nearest Foundation facility. Mobile Task Force Xi-1 ("Dispatch from Miskatonic") will be deployed for containment if necessary. Non-Foundation personnel that witness these anomalies will be administered appropriate amnestics on leaving Antarctica. Cover stories regarding the Dayton Bannard Antarctic expedition have been disseminated, reporting the expedition's ship as having vanished en route to the Filcher Ice Shelf. As surviving personal accounts from Bannard describe a wide variety and number of anomalous phenomena beyond SCP-4431, all information on the expedition has been acquired by the Foundation. Potential links between the events of the expedition and SCP-4431-A's current activity are of high concern. Overhead view of Research Station-05 in the Antarctica Plateau. Description: SCP-4431 designates two subterranean artificial structures (SCP-4431-A and SCP-4431-B) and a collection of psionic organisms (SCP-4431-C) present in East Antarctica. SCP-4431-A is a machine located 3,400m below the Antarctic Plateau1, buried in the bedrock under the East Antarctic Ice Sheet. The object's depth renders it undetectable by ice-penetrating radar, preventing full analysis of its appearance and size. Current size estimates include a minimum width of 20km. As drilling investigations to examine the structure invariably end in failure (refer to Discovery), no further information on SCP-4431-A is known. SCP-4431-B is a cylindrical tunnel constructed from a rhodium-platinum alloy, with a 11m interior radius. The tunnel extends for 39m before reaching a sharp vertical drop, which descends for a distance estimated to be a minimum of 3,000m. SCP-4431-B will manifest in a region of the Antarctic Plateau on a bimonthly basis, rising out of the terrain until a majority of its entrance is exposed.2 A variable number of SCP-4431-C instances will then exit, often between one or seven. After a period of time ranging from eight hours to three days, SCP-4431-B demanifests, retracting into the ground. Connection with tracking devices placed on the structure during demanifestation are all lost after two hours, preventing observation of SCP-4431-B's relocation. The body structure of SCP-4431-C instances can vary, though consistent details have been determined. These details are as follows: 1m tall upright conical bodies, with the main body and each limb segmented in a manner similar to arthropods. The main body is divided into three sections. Four or more legs attached to the base of the body. Variable numbers of 3m long tendrils on the body's midsection, each ending in a claw. A toroidal mass covered in small, unknown biological structures, affixed around the top of the body. Presumed to be a form of sensory organ. A set of mandibles on the bottom of the cone. Anatomical deviations tend to include features that aid in withstanding Antarctic conditions or other purposes. Tumorous growths acting as heat radiators have been observed, along with cybernetic flamethrower implants. Many instances possess conical protrusions on their body, which open to dispense environmental monitoring devices.3 Rarely, instances are found with the tops of their bodies replaced by antennas and clusters of spherical machinery that serve similar purposes. Following SCP-4431-B manifestation, SCP-4431-C instances will attempt to construct makeshift structures from any surrounding materials, presumably intended to be shelters. Instances typically expire in a few hours from environmental factors, though ones brought into containment have average lifespans of 11 hours. Primary cause of death is the gradual degradation of internal organs. Following this, all organic matter on the instance dissolves into a bright pink fluid (hereafter referred to as haemorozin). Instances possess psionic abilities, used for the manipulation of objects, surroundings, and entities. Limited telepathic communication has been displayed on occasion. Information on the suspected origins of SCP-4431 is restricted. Addendum.4431.1: Discovery The first reports of SCP-4431 are from 1919, when an Antarctic expedition lead by former British naval officer Dayton Bannard repeatedly encountered SCP-4431-B and SCP-4431-C instances (refer to Addendum.4431.1). Accounts of SCP-4431-B manifestations continued after the first Antarctic research stations were established, leading to SCP-4431-B and SCP-4431-C being classified as anomalies in 2000. SCP-4431-A came to the attention of the Foundation in March of 2019, when Foundation personnel operating at Research Outpost-02 in the Antarctic Plateau detected abnormal seismic activity originating from an underground location. Based on Foundation simulations of Earth's tectonic plate movement, it was determined that this could be the possible location of a ring-shaped lake depicted on SCP-2651-A, presuming it was not destroyed by geologic activity and prehistoric K-Class events after ~700 million years. Plans for excavation were proposed when the source of the activity triangulated to a region 10km in radius.4 The boring probe and initial borehole. In June of 2019 a specialized boring probe was sent through the ice sheet and drilled into the bedrock, attaining a depth of 3,400m before entering a cavern with an oxygen-rich atmosphere and contacting a metal surface. Images from the probe show the surface to be covered in an array of mechanical appendages that were in the process of excavating the cavern ceiling. All readings from the probe were lost an hour after contact. Retrieval attempts failed due to the sudden collapse of the sub-bedrock section of the borehole and the formation of frozen haemorozin within the main drilling mechanism. All subsequent drilling investigations have experienced similar outcomes. SCP-4431-A was registered as an anomaly in August of 2019. Of note is that, since the first drilling investigation, the number of recorded SCP-4431-B manifestations has increased. Addendum.4431.2: Dayton Bannard Journal Excerpts The following are relevant excerpts from the personal journal of Dayton Bannard, written during his expedition to reach the South Pole. Bannard failed to keep dates for a majority of entries; the excerpts are suspected to have been written during spring of early 1919. Recovered photographs are included. ▼ Bannard/4431 Excerpts 1 ▼ △ Bannard/4431 Excerpts 1 △ Photograph label: "After the encounter." The subject is presumed to be Bannard. [IRRELEVANT TEXT EXPUNGED] Searching for Giles was a fruitless endeavor. The snow had been piling up for hours, ruining any footprints, and not a soul could be seen on the horizon in such heavy blue twilight. I shouted for him in vain attempts before I gave up and went back to base. By the time I returned the snow had piled up high enough by our ramshackle hut that I had to dig my way in. I shut the door behind me and there was silence. No sounds from any crew members, nor the gusts outside—only the creaks of the wood as I moved. Then I heard it. A constant clicking, that started up, stopped, and kept repeating. I crept towards the main room's entrance, peeking around the corner and suddenly freezing in place. A hole was in one of the walls, fully plugged up with snow, and standing in the center was a beast I can barely begin to describe. Its body was a cone, resting on four spider-like legs, whip like limbs swirling around it, a ring-shaped thing resting on top. I nearly screamed then and there. My heart was racing as its body swayed and stumbled towards me. I felt a splitting headache and then a voice rang out in my head. This "voice," so much unlike a voice I may as well not describe it as such, said a single word: "home." The beast's body then softened like cracker being dipped in water, collapsing apart into a foul-smelling pink fluid. There was a sudden tremor and then the walls around buckled. I rested in that snow for what felt like an eternity, praying to God. Once the crew pulled me to my feet they told me that the beast had barged in through the wall while I was out, prompting everyone to hide where they could. Nobody saw what it did before I returned. [IRRELEVANT TEXT EXPUNGED] [IRRELEVANT TEXT EXPUNGED] Once we started eating Cy started to panic. He kept asking over and over again if the beast was some type of demon, wondering he heard the voice of the Devil himself (I suspect he heard the same "voice" I did). I wish I had an answer. [IRRELEVANT TEXT EXPUNGED] Photograph label: "Looking outside of the cave." The subject in the image is unknown. [IRRELEVANT TEXT EXPUNGED] When we had fully awoken, Richard proposed that we go out and find where the beast had come from. We were all apprehensive at first, Cy being the most nervous among us, but after a long discussion we realized we had little else to do until Lewin's crew returns with supplies. When the snow finally stopped piling up we went out to survey the area for any abnormalities. The first several hours met with no discoveries until I heard Abner hollering by a cave entrance. Nothing peculiar struck me when I first entered, but as I went further I noticed what Abner obsessing over. At the cave's rear, at the bottom of a long downwards incline fashioned into what seemed like a staircase, was a cavernous tunnel, not composed of ice or rock but of perfectly smooth metal the likes of which I have never seen before. It stretched out further than any light could reach. There is no doubt in my mind that this where the beast came from. [IRRELEVANT TEXT EXPUNGED] I awoke to the sound of splintering wood and a thunderous crash. The wood that made up much of the hut's ceiling buckled under the weight of continued snowfall and dropped a dense wall of snow into the main room. Thankfully Shelton, who had been sleeping there, was far enough to one side that we were easily able to dig him out. After hours of digging we were able to form tunnels connecting with all areas of the hut, but we know that this will not work as a shelter much longer. Richard has been adamant that we use the cave, stating that it's our only chance at survival. We all wish that didn't have to be the case, but as I look at the walls around me I fear that they will collapse a moment too soon. In a few hours time the eight of us will hold a vote on our course of action. All I know is that turning back will not be an option. [IRRELEVANT TEXT EXPUNGED] We unanimously voted to use the cave. I can tell that none of us are enthused by this (especially Cy, who is failing hiding his nervousness under an emotionless veneer), but by now the den of a monster is more inviting then death under mounds of snow. The snowfall has stopped and we will depart in a few hours time. So far the tunnel has proven a good fit for our survival. A constant heat flows out of it, warming the air to the point that Richard was able to not wear any protective clothing ten meters into it. None of this air escapes far into the cave, relegating us to an eerie darkness. I've dared not to go near that pit at the tunnel's end. On multiple occasions I swear I've heard clicking noises but whenever I ask it turns out to have only been myself. [IRRELEVANT TEXT EXPUNGED] Richard has been acting strangely, a statement that seems redundant but is more true than ever before. Every couple of hours he raps seven times on the tunnel walls, goes out for what he says are brief strolls only to carve more esoteric symbols into the cave's ice. He seems happier than I've ever seen him. I've always thought of him to be a mystic who had largely shed his roots for a nobler, educated life, but now as I watch him I highly doubt this notion. [IRRELEVANT TEXT EXPUNGED] As Abner does his best to keep morale up by roping everyone into improvised theatre performances, I find myself going to the edge of the pit, away from the laughter and commotion to sit with my own thoughts. I tossed the small religious pendant Giles left behind in there and carefully listened for it to hit the bottom. A few slight tinks against the metal walls then silence. All I heard was just my heartbeat. The light from the lamp I bring along has barely provided enough to let me see the walls of this massive structure, so I have no idea of how far down it goes. Occasionally Richard will join me. He silently walks in and sits a bit farther behind me, gazing off into nothing. We've never exchanged a single word here. To us it's a sacred place to be alone with our thoughts, and I dare not disturb that peace for anyone. He's far braver than I am in turning off his lamp when he arrives, though. I always pointlessly fear that at some point that shadows will pull me away, leaving the rest of the crew on their own, and this lamp is my safeguard against it. Or perhaps I worry that in the darkness I'll stumble and fall to my death. Whatever the reason, with this light I make the things we've I've seen on the voyage feel less real. We woke up to find that Richard was gone. His sleeping bag was open with much of his equipment left behind. Abner checked the cave and couldn't find any new marks in the snow, so he had to have still been in the tunnel. After a moment of preparation to retrieve lamps we started going deep into the tunnel. Minutes later I turned around to see that everyone had stopped following me several meters back. I ordered them to come forward but they simply stood there, doing nothing. I decided to go on without them, reaching the edge of the abyss after what felt like hours. I reached the ledge, solely hearing the rattling of my lamp and my quickening heartbeat. All that I could find was Richard's boots and a single lit lamp. I looked about all over, hoping I would see him elsewhere in the darkness, but he was nowhere. He'd fallen in. I cursed the Heavens and stomped the ground, kicked his lamp in with a great swing of the foot and watched its light tumble down till it vanished. When I came out I told the crew that he'd left without a trace. Eventually I came to ask why they had stopped following me, despite my clear orders. Quietly, when no-one else would speak, Palmer told me that they had begun fearing for their own lives. They saw one of the beasts clinging to the ceiling directly above me. [IRRELEVANT TEXT EXPUNGED] I can't return to the pit anymore. I look down there and swear I see the flickering of light, I look up the walls and swear I see shifting symbols and shapes, and when I close my eyes and look nowhere I still see something. A ring, a halo, suspended in the colorless region under my eyelids. The last time I went to-day I started hearing that God forsaken noise. That clicking of the beasts. I peered past the edge and my lamp snuffed out, whether by my negligence to check the fuel or something else. I stood there for moments, paralyzed, and I came to a terrible realization. Every time I had been here the only sound to keep me company would be my heartbeat and interspersed gaseous noises from the lamp. That sound was not my heartbeat. I spun around right as the "voices" grew from faint whispers to murmurs and I ran, dropping the lamp and only stopping when I saw the lights of my crew. To-morrow I will inform the crew of a new rule. Nobody is allowed further than ten meters away from the tunnel entrance. That hole can only lead to further woes. ▼ Bannard/4431 Excerpts 2 ▼ △ Bannard/4431 Excerpts 2 △ Unlabeled photograph. [IRRELEVANT TEXT EXPUNGED] When I returned from outside and reached the "stairwell" I saw the crew outside the tunnel, pressing themselves up against the cavern walls to either side of the entrance. I was about to ask what was happening when Palmer signaled me to be quiet and move to the far wall. The crew isn't idiotic so I knew they had a good reason for this, and I quickly followed his command. Silence at first, then scraping, then clicking. I went behind a pillar of ice and peered out to see three beasts climb up the staircase. Two left the cavern while one with massive bulges on its body froze in place. One of the bulges cracked and it shattered, dropping a black sphere. The beast then left to join its companions. Once I knew they were gone I went to inspect the sphere they left, which had a crude stick figure of a human on it. I tapped it with my foot and it split in half, revealing a growing mass of some sort of pale, flesh-like foam that quickly became larger than myself. Eventually it stopped growing and rested there, pulsating. I've been in the tunnel since, unwilling to interact with this thing for the time being. [IRRELEVANT TEXT EXPUNGED] The foam is food. We were on one of our last cans of good meat when Cy threw his to ground, shouted about how sick he was of it, and then ran out of the tunnel and up the staircase. We chased after him (we couldn't let what Giles did repeat) and saw his face buried in the foam, chewing like a mad animal. He pulled his head out to tell us how great it tasted then plunged back in. None of us knew what to do at first. Shaw simply shrugged then joined in, and over time the rest of us did too. It was the most nourishing meal I've had in ages. [IRRELEVANT TEXT EXPUNGED] We pay the beasts far less mind now. We will still go quiet when three or more of them march past us in the tunnel, but they have harmed us naught. Not even a single "voice" has been heard. Every two days a new food sphere is dropped, even with the other ones being far from deplenished. Outside the beasts continually drop strange objects and apparatuses until they melt into the snow, at which point a new group emerges to repeat the process. Palmer, Abner, and I have tried to understand what these devices do but their nearly monolithic designs elude us. The twilight continues to haunt us—certainly it will always be the case until the daylight months return—but Antarctica has come to feel less treacherous. I will continue to keep my guard, though. For the sake of my crew I won't allow us to be caught when we are vulnerable. Something impossible happened last night (prior to me falling asleep, so I write this the following day). We heard the familiar clanging noises of the beasts as a new group was nearing the tunnel exit, but there was a difference. I have grown accustomed to hearing the rhythmic noises they make when moving across metal, so when I heard an entirely different set of sounds I was disturbed. Coming out of the tunnel, flanked on both sides by two beasts, was something only vaguely human. It moved on mechanical legs, six many-jointed silver arms dangling, the seventh arm emerging from its chest pointed forward. The torso was hidden under a tattered, blood-stained coat, and a mask of ice that refused to melt obscured its face. The creature shambled over to me and spoke in a voice like faulty typewriters, introducing itself as Richard Parish. By that point I was certain I was dreaming, so I welcomed him back and then fell asleep. When I woke up in the morning I was not prepared to see him truly exist. Photograph label: "Richard." I'd be lying if I said that none of us were in shock at Richard's return. He acts as though he never left, only alluding to changes when he calls himself an "ambassador for man." Whenever I ask about what happened to him in the pit he becomes silent, only talking again when the conversation shifts to a different topic. Never has he taken off the mask, saying it's best it stays on. His behavior has also become even more peculiar. He accompanies the beasts when they leave to drop their devices, then uses his arms to open the machines and apparently inspect them. He continues to do the "seven knocks on metal" ritual but now its accompanied by his own clicking sounds, and I am certain that the objects he carves with his symbols now glow in the darkness. It is faint but I know it is there. When nothing else is happening he'll ramble on about nonsensical subjects. All I can understand are sentences about how everyone should be bleeding. I can't trust him. I mustn't. In the "afternoon" (or at least what felt like it), I assembled Abner and Palmer for what I told the crew was "a survey of the outside to find the best route for the expedition." In reality we went to check the devices. Richard was returning to the tunnel when we left so we knew that not a soul would see us. The target of our investigation was a cubic machine. It had an array of limbs that stabbed the snow and pumped a brown fluid into it, staining the area. The three of us tried to pull a limb out of the ground, then tried to hoist the entire object, but we found that it was firmly stuck in place. Abner spotted a panel on one side and opened it, exposing some sort of spherical contraption surrounded by wires on the inside. Messing with the interior of a potentially dangerous mechanism was a terrible idea, so we started digging up the snow around it. The ice was wholly being replaced by some form of pale purple dirt, blue plant-things sprouting in it. Palmer rushed over to a near identical object, dug around, and found more purple dirt and blue plants. For an hour we watched the ice transmute into dirt and sprout plants like nothing I have heard of. Even small slug-like creatures began to take form from fluids in the soil. We returned to the tunnel an hour later. [IRRELEVANT TEXT EXPUNGED] Recently Cy has taken an interest in Richard's nonsense. He'll sit by him, listening to every word he says like a student with their teacher. I swear I've seen him take notes on a scrap of paper once. To-day when Richard started the knocking he joined in, and now they are repeating the same chants as I write. I haven't seen him scared at the sight of a beast since. Cy may be the youngest but he isn't idiotic. That much I know. If he is willing to listen and follow along with the occult then there must be a reason for it. What such a reason could be escapes me. I was returning from a brief look outside when Richard approached me, telling me that he had questions. He led me to a section of the cave away from the tunnel and asked me why Palmer, Abner and I keep leaving to inspect the machines (he saw us). I said that I was only interested in what they were doing in as calm of a manner as I could muster. Like a faulty record he started asking if I "meant harm" incessantly. I kept responding with "no" but as he asked I began doubting how true my answer was. He abruptly paused, placed a hand on my shoulder, and asked if I realized the importance the beasts held. I was so out of my wits that I was silent. He said that, if I was interested in the machines, I should be joining him in his rituals. He claimed that it would be an enlightening experience for everyone and a path with more opportunities than heading for the South Pole. I nearly lost my nerve and shouted about how far we had come since we departed and how renowned we would be upon returning. He sighed, said that it was pointless to be in the shadow of Amundsen when there was a higher purpose below, then left for the tunnel. Whether by our digging that exposed the dirt or by the whims of the machines, the dirt has replaced at least half an acre. The plants have become spore-spewing pillars and the slugs as large as my feet, occasionally dividing like cells or inflating into zeppelin creatures that fly to the horizon and out of sight. The other machines seem to be helping the growth, releasing dirt-making fluid and foam for the animals. The beasts simply perform inspections then leave devices farther out in the tundra. It is reassuring that the expansion seems to have slowed down, but the amount of life here is constantly increasing. It's as if every time I turn to look some new type of slug or "plant" has been born. The situation at the tunnel seems to be equally deteriorating. Cy isn't alone. Shaw, Shelton, and Esben are all involved in hourly rituals. They barely notice when I call out to them, more intent on every move Richard makes and his talk of impossible stars, bleeding gods, and world-sized corpses. The only one to pay me any mind is Esben. Initially I was afraid by how nonsensical Richard seemed to be. Now I'm afraid that the nonsense is true. I am not one to keep logs of dreams, but this one has happened so often and is recalled so clearly that I must write it down. It starts with seven points of light in darkness. One point cracks and bleeds pink liquid, which coalesces into a thin, glowing ring. Then there is a planet, the details of which are just a fuzz. The ring emerges on the planet and stays until the planet cracks. A second planet, covered in what I think are green oceans, appears and the ring emerges again. Something made of flesh rises on it and the planet vanishes, replaced by another covered in purple soil with the pink ring on it. A hole opens [ILLEGIBLE: Paper stained with haemorozin] and the ring appears above Antarctica. A week ago, when I heard the "voice," I didn't know why it said "home." Surely the home of such a monstrosity would be long ways off from here, down in the underworld were it belongs. It had to have been confused. Now I've realiz—[ILLEGIBLE: Paper stained with haemorozin]—demons are far too human for what these ar— [REMAINDER OF PAGE ILLEGIBLE: Stained with haemorozin.] I woke up last night while everyone else was sleeping after feeling something rub against my back. Standing overhead was Richard, reading my journal and dripping the damn pink blood out of his mask as he did so. He'd reached behind my back, into my sleeping bag, and pulled it out. I tried to stay as still as possible, provide an illusion of slumber. Minutes that felt like years passed and he dropped the journal in front of me, stepping over me and walking deeper into the tunnel. Once I was sure he had left I reached to pull my journal back to safety when a metal hand slammed down onto mine. I was dragged out of the bed. I've forgotten the rest. It isn't safe here anymore. I won't write till it is. ▼ Bannard/4431 Excerpts 3 ▼ △ Bannard/4431 Excerpts 3 △ Earlier to-day I woke Abner and Palmer to tell them about last night's events. There was no doubt we had to move. Everyone else was sleeping and I had seen Richard go deep into the tunnel with two beasts, so we quietly packed whatever supplies we could. Palmer accidentally woke Esben, who we told that we would be departing to survey the land, though Esben was luckily sane. He pleaded to come with us, saying that the rituals Richard's started seemed entertaining at first but are now incredibly disturbing. Although I am wary I brought him along. More hands on deck is always better. Our trek outside was uneventful, though the ecosystem the beasts had been creating with the dirt is now flourishing. I barely know where I can begin describing the The amount of "plants" has increased to the point where much of the purple ground is covered in strange yellows and blues. "Insects" would scurry out of our path before I could get a good look at them, and the slugs (now as large as horses) were feasting on the remains of something long. We were all happy to be out of there. I am currently writing this within the hut we abandoned. I don't know how long it will stay standing. Once it does fall, I don't know where we will go. Our supplies will last us for a few days, but when they run out I know Lewin's crew will be too far away to aid us. God help me. When we left yesterday someone had to have been listening to our move. Through one of the windows I can see Richard, Shaw, Shelton, and Cy, standing side by side in the distance. I think they are watching the hut. I've told the crew and we'll be staying on guard. It's an hour later. Richard, Shaw, and Cy have left for the cave. Shelton seemed to "fall" into the snow and vanish. I occasionally see brief movement under the snow but it feels like my mind is playing tricks on me. An hour after my last entry Shelton broke into the hut. I heard the shattering of glass and I found that he had lunged through the window at Abner, trying to strangle him. I kicked him off and the four of us got him restrained and tied up to a chair. His skin had paled since we last saw him, and a metal cylinder, warm to the touch, had been embedded in his chest. We tried to get him to talk but much like Richard he went quiet and stared nowhere. Esben then knelt down by the chair, whispered a sentence in the language Richard was so fond of, and he started shaking. He told us that Richard wanted to speak with me, a statement he kept repeating again and again (either that was all his brain let him say or he needed to keep quiet about something else). Mid-sentence he went quiet, gurgled a bit, then his whole head started to melt and sink below the collar of his jacket. Like a heated wax statue his whole body liquified and all that remained was a pool of pink blood. After much deliberation, I will head out to meet with Richard. I can see him from the window, standing at the edge of the ecosystem. If I don't return I'll leave Abner in charge of what little remains of the expedition. He'll make it to the Pole in my honor. I survived. When I arrived the only people there were Cy and Richard. I was hoping that the pink blood stains wouldn't be obvious on my clothes, but now that I inspect them it's clear they could see it. They knew what happened. Richard made some sort of noise (a chuckle?) and he said that "they" did not mean the world harm, that after this shaky start it would improve. Richard's body, for lack of accurate words, unfolded. His body spasmed open and a cylindrical spire shot out of the fractured remains, growing like a deranged plant. I recoiled, with Cy taking the chance to start choking me, not noticing the ice axe I had brought (I am cleaning the viscera off it as I write). Once the regrettable deed was done it was far too late for Richard, though. The spire was thicker than his entire torso and was growing by the second, pulling the rest of his mass and the surrounding terrain inwards with twisting metal tendrils. Every single apparatus the creatures had left behind was pulled in and incorporated into its mass, with similarly shaped protrusions forming on the sides. The last words I heard from him were "protect existence." His head was pulled in with a sickening crunch right after. All I could do was run. The rest of the day has been spent with the crew, watching from the camp in horror as the tower grows taller than the highest steeples. The Antarctic night is setting in and bright red lights are flickering along the tower's sides. The next seven pages consist of drawings. It is unknown what many of the drawings represent, though several have been identified as SCP-4431-C instances, vehicles resembling those found at Martian impact crater Herschel, unknown organisms, and sketches depicting the tower previously described. The only text present is the word "spreading." Under those unearthly lights of the flora and tower I can spot someone entering a vehicle, almost like the "tanks" my military friend spoke of. Unless they are operated in unimaginable ways, these will be our best chance at reaching the pole. First priority is halting the beasts. I won't let myself be responsible for not ending this when I had the chance. God give us strength. In the "morning" the crew and I gathered any tools that could serve as weapons and our best supplies, then set out to the tower. With Cy and Shelton dead and Richard effectively gone, the only dangers would be the beasts, the creatures of the ecosystem, and Shaw. As we moved, the beasts—levitating around the tower's exterior and adjusting its external machinery—melted into a pink rain, which I hoped had rid us of one more problem. Once we entered the ecosystem much of the fauna ignored us, more interested in violently attacking each other or mating in bizarre manners. After several minutes we finally saw the tank up close. The vehicle's main mass is a sideways egg-shaped contraption, with large treads attached on either side. Above each tread is a massive mechanical structure, reminding me of the bulky front limbs and claws of crabs. Problems emerged right as we reached it. Shaw opened the tank's hatch and stepped out, noticed us, then began shouting. Esben shouted something back before being pushed against the tank by an invisible force. Two men, each with bodies built like Richard's but with the exact same face as Shelton, stepped around the tank's edge and babbled in more of that language before running towards us. Abner fired his rifle but the same force made the bullets slow and drop like stones. Palmer made a similar attempt by throwing his lamp but it was tossed far off behind them, breaking and starting a fire. When they were pressed against the side as well I was certain I was done for, but they froze and stared at me. They were waiting for me to make a move, to have a reason to retaliate. My body was freezing and without shelter inside the vehicle I would perish. Panicking I scurried around, looking for anything I could use when I found a small slug, likely only recently spawned. Disregarding any rational thought I grabbed it and threw it at one of the Shelton duplicates, who didn't so much as flinch. The slug emitted a gurgling screech and a larger entity shambled out of the darkness, resembling one of the slugs but standing on six spindly legs. Its head split open into massive tentacles and the Shelton was pulled into its maw. Esben and Abner fell onto the ground and rushed to open the hatch. The last Shelton pulled me toward them, folding their mouth open and releasing a long silver structure. In a stroke of luck I still had the ice axe on me, and once I reached them I could save myself from whatever fate awaited me. I crashed onto the ground and sprinted for the hatch, which Esben had holding open as Palmer got in. When I reached it one of the blasted beasts suddenly emerged from the darkness, wrapping its tendrils around the door edges and grabbing onto poor Esben. He was whipped off into the darkness, screaming until a series of metal scrapes and wet cracking sounds rang out. I shut the hatch and the area instantly warmed. In a stroke of luck the tank's interior is designed as if its makers intended for men to operate it, with various easily accessed storage cabinets along the sides and a ladder leading to a hatch on the top. Abner was at a seat in the front, looking at an array of glass panels suspended by mechanical structures. Each panel glowed and presented views from outside the tank, despite none of the panels being connected to any wall or having any movie projector. He slowly experimented with every button and mechanism until we started moving forward, colliding into the tower. My memory of the next events is heavily broken, and trying to recall it brings on intense mental pains. Abner began ramming against the tower while pushing with the tank's claws to make it topple, and with each thud I heard the "voice" of Richard. It shouted at me, telling me that I was idiotic, and with every collisions it screamed louder to call me a murderer and "A KILLER OF HUMANITY'S FUTURE" (why do I write it in capitals?). The last I remember was the "voice" sobbing. The next moment I can remember is us driving away from the tower, which had just collapsed and crushed the cave. Through the panels I can now see massive gashes in the tower's exterior flashing impossibly vibrant colours. The next several hours have been silent reminiscing. I've told Abner to drive faster, as I know this cannot be a safe object to be around. Abner beckoned the two of us over to see what was happening on the panels. The colours from the tower had grown bright enough to be like the rising sun, and the surrounding snow and rocks were being lifted into the air around it. I then witnessed a sight I can't stop thinking about. A number of large, black tendrils pushed out of the ruins of the cave and began pulling the tower into the snow. It was as if the tunnel had come to life and wanted needed something that was in that infernal pillar. There was a violent explosion soon after. I felt the entire vehicle get lifted into the air and thrown back down, which we think has broken one of Palmer's ribs from a collision with the ladder. Looking outside now the site where we had been is now a white inferno, illuminating the sky and creating the illusion of a sunny day. [IRRELEVANT TEXT EXPUNGED] We were driving when we a heard loud, wet slam come from right outside the vehicle. I opened the hatch to look out, and lo and behold, Richard had come for a visit. His torso was little more than an amalgam of metal, pulling itself through the snow with three broken arms, a comet trail of pink and red blood stretching out of the crater he made in the snow. I ordered Abner to stop driving but he kept at the wheel (not even making eye contact with me). He didn't even consider how important this was. I yelled as much as I could until the fool stopped. I went to sit by Richard as his two wound-shaped mouths began babbling like a dying phonograph. I caressed his its head (never have I seen metal crumple so much beneath single presses), whispered apologies to the holes in its face, and swung my axe down over and over [ILLEGIBLE: Text scribbled out]. Not a word has been spoken since I returned. I remember my departure from England, how I spoke of being able to witness grandeur none in my village would ever see. Sure enough I have seen a world no other man will come to witness, one that puts Amundsen's kiddy sight-seeing to shame. [ILLEGIBLE: Paper stained with blood]. If the map this machine shows is to be believed we are getting closer to our destination by the second (I never needed Abner to drive). Sadly my ink is nearly run out and my pencils mere stubs, so my entries on what's left of the journey will be far less frequent. For the crew members who have died, I am sorry, and I do not ask that you forgive me. I will continue in your honor. I will reach this damned pole, and may God cast me out of Heaven if I don't. Notably, a ring-shaped stain of haemorozin is present on the upper left corner of this page. No further entries are present. The journal and photographs were discovered after MTF ξ-1 located the "tank" vehicle of Bannard and the remaining crew in July of 2000, 11km away from the South Pole. Although the tank had retained power and heating due to its anomalous power source, one of the treads had been heavily damaged and prevented continued movement. Inside the tank was the decayed cadaver of a male human, who had expired from repeated penetrations on the body, matching those caused by an ice axe. The identity of the cadaver has not been determined. The fate of the Bannard crew is unknown. Addendum.4431.3: South Pole Incident On 20/09/2019, severe seismic activity occurred at the site of the Geographic South Pole. The Amundsen-Scott South Pole station only experienced minor damages, but its crew reported the emergence of an unknown rocky spire, 51m from the station. Foundation assets were scrambled to the area. Excavation of the rocky spire found that it extends for an approximate depth of 40m into the Antarctic Plateau. However, fragments composed of its material extend for far deeper, with the lowest at a depth of 110m. It is considered likely that the fragments stretch to the Antarctic bedrock. The upper portion of the spire contains the remnants of a tube similar to SCP-4431-B, though at a width at which a human individual could fit inside with moderate difficulty. Broken pieces of an ice axe blade surround the tube, and a bloodied coat is embedded into the spire nearby. A compacted soil-like substance, designated SCP-4431-D, comprises the spire. Materials such as ice and rock that come into contact with SCP-4431-D are gradually converted into further SCP-4431-D. The means by which this is achieved are unclear, but are presumed to involve alterations to the subatomic structure of contacting materials. Visual details match those of the soil described in Bannard's journal. Trace amounts of human gene sequences have been found within the compounds. The excavation of past sites of SCP-4431-A seismic activity is considered a high priority. Footnotes 1. A large section of East Antarctica, over 1,000km across in diameter at an average elevation of 3,000m. 2. All observed manifestations have occurred in the Antarctic Plateau, though records from non-Foundation research stations describe similar phenomena in other regions of the continent. 3. Said devices record information on atmospheric gas concentrations, the strength of Earth's magnetic field, radiation levels, etc. 4. Radar imaging found no unusual structures within the East Antarctic Ice Sheet, suggesting that the seismic activity source exists within the bedrock under the sheet, which is 3,000m deep in this region.
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Item #: SCP-4432 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4432 is currently contained in a padded and soundproofed room within Site-55's Euclid containment wing. Description: SCP-4432 is a heavily modified humanoid entity possessing multiple anomalous properties, measuring 165cm tall and weighing 54kg. SCP-4432's modifications include: a detachable metal fish head, a candy dispenser replacing the trachea, a small CRT television protruding from its chest, an ethernet cable in place of genitals which connects to a network named "intrenet", five USB C charging cables protruding from the navel, a Triple A battery pack located on the upper back; empty, small tools such as a knife, spork, scissors, etc replacing the fingers, a lightbulb replacing the nose, which glows red when a lie is told within 3 meters of it, a liquid soap dispenser extending from the top of the spine, roller skates in place of feet, and a lunar calendar pinned to its mid-back. SCP-4432 constantly produces vocalizations and appears to be aware of its surroundings, but is unable to reliably communicate with Foundation personnel. A temporary tattoo reading "mr mister® by dado " was found on the subject's lower back upon initial discovery, but has since faded. The subject has been identified as Ricardo Trujillo, a construction worker from Albuquerque, New Mexico who was reported as missing on December 26th, 2019 after responding to a Craigslist ad for a "human pig of guinea (pay good cash)[sic]". Addendum 4432.1: Recovered Document The following document was found glued to the TV on SCP-4432's chest. wow you has find mr mister by dado, limited time only item from dado dado is see how swiss are make knife and spoon and scissor into army knife of swiss and dado is think 'hmmm perhaps consolidate is best for dado as well' so dado is look at the small misters of dr wanderingtrain and say 'why have multiple when dado can instead be into making army swiss mister' congratulations you are become collector person, dado is not judge of gender preference unlike doctor wundertaint who is much lawyery and mean Addendum 4432.2: Recovered Text Messages The following communications were recovered from Mr. Trujillo's phone, presumably occuring prior to becoming SCP-4432. Log 1 December 24th, 2019 2:34 PM did u buy the doll for Alejandra yet?? no i had to use the money i cannot fucking believe you, ricky i give u one fucking errand and u cant even do that right what did u spend the money on this time?? actually forget it. i dont want to know. christa im sorry i had bills i knew my mom was right about u. i dont care what u do, just make sure u buy the gd doll for alejandra or i will make sure you never have custody again okay ill bring you the doll tomorrow ill figure something out u fuckin better. Seen 2:44 PM Log 2 December 24th, 2019 3:02 PM hey i wanted to ask about your clist ad how much are you paying? hello yes dado is pay good moneys okay but how much exactly? theres something i need to theres something i need to buy so I really need to know how much youre paying what it is you are of needing i need to buy my daughter this expensive doll for christmas or my exwife isnt going to let me see her again. please stop jerking me around and tell me how much youre going to pay dude dado is not of jerking, dado is fine entrepreneur and expert maker of toy better than mattel and dogtor wanderyman. maybe dado can assistance you with expensive luxury doll youre saying you can make me one of those fancy dolls? dado can make u toy yes okay cool forget the cash, just do that ok u come see dado at 53 colombus drive south east1 be there in an hour seen 3:09 pm Log 3 December 24th, 2019 3:56 PM hey i found a clist gig that will help me get the doll. im meeting the guy now. ok tell allie ill see her tomorrow for christmas okay ok im sorry this happened idc merry christmas christa Seen 3:58 PM Footnotes 1. The location was found to be empty following a Foundation inspection. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4432" by Uncle Nicolini, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4432. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide.
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The real estate listing photo of SCP-4433-A, taken November 1999. Item #: SCP-4433 Special Containment Procedures: Standard Foundation cell network1 probes have been updated to detect phone conversations in which the words "mother" and "country" are spoken more than fifteen times each over the span of five minutes; this will cause the network to issue an automatic alert to the security director(s) of the facility nearest to the phone affected, who will then dispatch response agents to determine if the case is legitimate. If so, the individual affected should be detained, interviewed, and held until SCP-4433 stop making contact and the affected no longer shows a desire to make contact, at which point amnesticization, reconditioning, and release is encouraged but not required. As SCP-4433 have not been shown to manifest outside of SCP-4433-A, no physical containment procedures are necessary. The property containing SCP-4433-A is surrounded by a three-meter chain link fence and under 24/7 video surveillance by no fewer than five C-class personnel with 4/4433 clearance stationed at Outpost 4433-A, which is disguised as a water service station located 550 meters north of SCP-4433-A. Persons attempting to breach SCP-4433-A's perimeter fence or showing excessive interest in the property should be detained and interviewed, with amnesticization and release possible providing all information is determined to be secure. Description: SCP-4433 is the collective designation for five sentient anomalous humanoids which will target one subject at a given time in order to impersonate their family and convince them through both vocal coercion and anomalous influence to come to SCP-4433-A, in which SCP-4433 will manifest and further anomalous events will take place. Subjects targeted by and under the effect of SCP-4433 will fail to perceive signs that the entities are anomalous at all stages of interaction. SCP-4433-A is a two-story home in ██████ █████, North Carolina which appears to have been abandoned since 2001 after sustaining heavy fire damage. Realty records indicate that "Samuel ████-█████" owned the house from 1999 until immediately prior to its abandonment, though no legal records of an individual of this name exist in North Carolina records. If entered without prior SCP-4433 activity, the house is non-anomalous and can be explored normally.2 If entered following request by SCP-4433, the subject affected experiences fully realistic visual, auditory, tactile, olfactory, and gustatory hallucinations which effectively convince them that they are in a modern house with full utilities and amenities. To outside observers, SCP-4433 are incorporeal humanoid figures visible only in infrared imaging and purportedly in peripheral vision. The affected subject perceives SCP-4433 as normal humans who are close relatives; all subjects on record have claimed that four of them are named Jacob, Sam, Lindsay, and Karen3 (SCP-4433-1 through -4 respectively), with the fifth (SCP-4433-5) realistically imitating a real relative.4 SCP-4433 also induce severe disruption of radio, radar, and microwave equipment within 10-13 kilometers of SCP-4433-A when present in the house. SCP-4433 have never physically manifested anywhere other than the interior of SCP-4433-A and only appear to manifest when a subject is present. If not removed from SCP-4433-A by Foundation intervention, subjects will intentionally remain in the house, unaware that they have no sustenance or functioning plumbing and electrical service and continuing daily activities as they would normally, until expiring due to starvation, dehydration, or other environmental factors. While SCP-4433 appear capable of affecting any United States citizen5, Foundation-led testing and civilian incident records have indicated that a subject is more likely susceptible to SCP-4433 influence if the subject was born between 1981 and 1995. Effects are initiated when the subject receives a phone call from a restricted number. This number cannot be blocked and tracing is inconclusive. If the subject does not have a phone, the closest phone6 will be affected; this will continue until SCP-4433 are allowed to contact the subject. Allowing the subject to enter SCP-4433-A is the only proven method of preventing further activity from SCP-4433 in the related chain of contact. Subjects report they experience a sense of dread and obligation to answer despite unfamiliarity with the number, though will sometimes still insist that someone else answer the call. However, upon answering, the subject will engage in a short conversation during which they will address the speaker by the name of a real family member and later claim that asking about its identity is "an invasion of privacy"7, a notable difference from claims made prior to answering the call. The speaker has in most cases appeared to be privy to private information such as D-class subjects' incarceration or demotion history and some details of Foundation operations. Throughout the call, the subject will be told that "mama needs [them] home"8 while also inciting disagreement. Despite this, subjects at this stage are defensive of SCP-4433, referring to them as family and attempting to find reasonable explanations for their behavior. Following enough discussion with the SCP-4433 instance — sometimes after additional phone calls have taken place — the subject will invariably demand to visit SCP-4433-A; if not permitted to do this, SCP-4433 will call the subject 6-12 times daily to request again that they visit SCP-4433-A and the subject's panic and anxiety symptoms will exponentially worsen to the point of inducing pulmonary issues, culminating with anomalously induced heart failure within 4-7 days. SCP-4433 can be contacted intentionally by returning a call from the call log on one of the devices originally targeted (despite the fact that this should not be possible on any cell network or landline due to the number's restricted status), which will yield no answer, but will cause a new target to be selected from people present in the room where the call was made. Using this method for D-class testing has been determined unnecessary and unproductive for both research and containment purposes, and is prohibited indefinitely as of 11/16/18.9 SCP-4433 autonomously target 34-40 subjects per year. Addendum I: The following handwritten documents were recovered from the room in SCP-4433-A that sustained the heaviest fire damage; other than in being mostly undamaged despite the condition of the room, the documents appear to be non-anomalous. No author is specified, though it is assumed to be SCP-4433-4 based upon context. Saturday, December 1, 2001 [ILLEGIBLE] What can I say? It’s not a pretty start to the Christmas season in this neck of the woods. Lindsay and Jacob seem to have a difficult time understanding that if they’re going to freeload off Sam without pulling their weight around here, they are going to be treated as freeloaders. They’re both 16 at this point; I tell them that back in our day we were working our butts off at gas stations to pay for college at that age! I don’t have to go into how kids these days are. It’s the state of our country, I’m telling you. I figure they could at least tend the dishes and do their own laundry! [ILLEGIBLE] Thursday, December 6, 2001 [ILLEGIBLE] This week has only gotten worse. Sam and I really can’t tolerate the state of this country. Everything has simply been worse and worse the past few months, and everyone is so tense. Sam had to fly out of ILM this morning and everything felt so different there. It’s times like this when my mother would have told me that we have to come together… one big human family and all that jazz. One big happy American family? Maybe. But people are nuts these days, and none of these kids want to earn a living, they just want to play on their computers and whine. Sam was never about all that new culture. He prefers to keep to himself and his blood family, and his work of course. Good work, honest work. Construction is hard work. I don’t know how I feel, but it’s getting to my head, and I think something’s getting to the kids when they're at school, too. Saturday, December 8, 2001 These kids, Mother. These kids. [ILLEGIBLE] I'd take anyone else. If only God would send us down a little helper type to do the dirty work so that I can focus on raising these brats! Between listening to Sam yelling at the news every night and the kids yelling at each other, I think I'm going to blow up. panic and Sam will have to calm me down again. Sunday, December 9, 2001 I can't bear it. I swear I cannot. I am forty-five years old now, Mother. Forty-five, and Sam can't afford to get me nice facelifts and all those things that the women from my beach club keep getting. It's just my skin versus all this stress and aging. The state of this country isn't helping the stress, I can promise you that. What kind of schooling will Jacob and Lindsay be going through these next few years? What is their education going to look like with everyone so wrapped up in their own fear? It's all too much for me, and I swear sometimes I want to burn this place to the ground. I wish I could be here for this family, or for anyone, like you were, Mother — I wish I could be you. But I don't have anything going for me as far as getting used to change goes. Sam and I will both admit that. I'm not a people person. Addendum II: Test Log The following log has been selected and included as an example of typical SCP-4433 activity. Full records may be requested from the Site-42 Information and Security Department by persons with 3/4433 clearance. Case #: 026 File Created: 09/20/18 15:30 Approved by: A-180110 Supervising Researcher(s): B-368911, B-█████ Supervising Officer(s): C-51174, C-61266 Subject(s): D-1138 Names have been redacted or excluded where required. Transcript #1: D-1138 is equipped with B-3689's cell phone, the device last contacted by SCP-4433. D-1138 is isolated in an interview room and instructed to dial the number. The phone rings for 20 seconds before disconnecting. The call is received 73 minutes later. BEGIN LOG 16:43 D-1138: Hello? SCP-4433-5: ██████, dear. You tried to reach me? D-1138: Aunt Jean? I thought Mom said you'd moved out of the country. Are you- SCP-4433-5: [unintelligible] -country12. The country. The phone emits a low droning noise similar to a disconnected tone for 9 seconds. SCP-4433-5: [unintelligible] -the country. Speaking of which, dear, you tried to reach me? D-1138: Who's talking right now? Is this Aunt Jean? SCP-4433-5: It's me, ██████. Don't act like you don't know me. I told you that your mother13 and I see everything you do. [SENSITIVE INFORMATION REMOVED] You have to be kidding me, boy. We'd had a lot of hope for you. D-1138: How would you know about that? Aunt Jean, this is you, right? SCP-4433-5: [unintelligible] The phone emits a low droning noise for 5 seconds. SCP-4433-5: -in this country. You should drop by the old house sometime and have a sit-down with us. I think you're not too old for a talking-to. [unintelligible] Mother would want to see you. Thanksgiving is coming up soon. I hope you'll be ready for us. D-1138: I didn't know you lived with Mom now. SCP-4433-5: Mother lives with us. Mother has always lived with us. The phone emits a low droning noise for 5 seconds. SCP-4433-5: [unintelligible] D-1138: What? Are you there? SCP-4433-5: [unintelligible] -out of this country. D-1138: I didn't hear what you said. SCP-4433-5: Well, dear, are you going to shape up and come visit us? There's plenty of room for you here. Thanksgiving is too far away! Just come any time. We're always ready for you. D-1138: Do you want me to come tonight? SCP-4433-5: Tonight- Oh, the news is on. Sam is going to be talking nonstop about the state of this country. Mother will be watching. You could be watching with us. You could see it. We could see you. D-1138: Uh, sure. SCP-4433-5: Are you sassing me? Listen to me, boy. You come on down, but you're going to shape up your life for us or you're not going to have much of a family anymore, I'll tell you that. D-1138: Uh, okay. Can you give me the address? I'll be there tonight. SCP-4433-5: Very well. [SENSITIVE INFORMATION REMOVED] Come anytime tonight, dear, anytime. D-1138 is instructed by C-51174 to ask the anomaly if it will speak to Foundation personnel. D-1138 is uncooperative and states that he needs to listen to what it is saying. B-3689 documents the apparent anomalous influence resulting from speaking to SCP-4433-5. D-1138: There are some people here who say they need to talk to you. Will you talk to them? The phone emits a low droning noise for 6 seconds. SCP-4433-5: No, no fellas like that. Mama don't like them white-collar men. Doing a shame [unintelligible] our country. C-51174 is instructed to take the phone from D-1138. C-51174: Hello, are you willing to provide your name, location, and how you obtained this cell number? The phone emits a low droning noise for 20 seconds before the call disconnects. END LOG Analysis: SCP-4433-5 appeared to have potential contextual knowledge of the Foundation. Further testing is needed. Post-Test Interview: BEGIN LOG 15:55 B-3689: Can you identify the entity on the phone call? D-1138: That's my mother's sister. B-3689: Do you think the address it gave you is the correct one? D-1138: I figured they moved. B-3689: But did your aunt always talk to you like that? D-1138: No, but what's it to you? She's family. B-3689: So you do indeed feel certain that the speaker was your aunt? D-1138 appears irate. D-1138: I said she's family. What more do you want? B-3689: Okay, noted. What about Sam? The speaker mentioned a Sam. Do you have family by that name? D-1138: All of them are my family. B-3689: Care to elaborate? D-1138 is silent. B-3689: Alright. And why did you tell the speaker that you would meet it at an offsite location tonight without our prior approval? D-1138: I wasn't thinking. I was just thinking about the fact that she's family. B-3689: Personnel records state that your real family lives in [SENSITIVE INFORMATION REMOVED], including the aunt you were supposedly talking to on the phone. What do you think is the explanation for this, or the fact that you made the call that triggered this activity from the entity you believe to be your aunt? D-1138: That was my aunt on the phone. She's my family. Let me go visit her. D-1138 is visibly agitated. B-3689: What do you believe will come of visiting this location? Are you familiar at all with the address they gave you? D-1138: I don't know. Just let me go talk to them. They're my family. I need to talk to them. B-3689: Very well. We'll see if we can approve it. END LOG Transcript #2: D-1138 is transported to SCP-4433-A and permitted to enter the property, supervised by C-51174 and C-61266. This is the first test in which removal of the subject from SCP-4433-A was attempted. BEGIN LOG 16:43 D-1138 waits on the porch of SCP-4433-A and knocks thrice on the door. When there is no response, he enters. C-51174 and C-61266 follow him in. No light source is present inside the house, as the windows are boarded shut. C-class personnel note that the smell of burning wood is present despite the fact that no fires are ongoing on the property. Thermal imaging indicates no furniture is present in the house. D-1138: Aunt Jean? Are you guys home? C-51174: D-1138, can you hear me? D-1138 does not respond, instead walking forward and into the living room. C-51174 notes one 18°C humanoid figure descending rapidly down the stairs on all fours. It approaches D-1138 and stands upright, several centimeters from his face. D-1138: Oh, you don't look a day older, would you look at that. And it smells great in here too. Making turkey? D-1138 walks into the kitchen. C-51174 is instructed to turn his flashlight on. The SCP-4433 instance appears to face him for a moment before following D-1138 out of the room. C-51174 notes that the floor is covered in at least one centimeter of soot and small debris, significantly compromising air quality when displaced. C-class personnel follow D-1138 and the anomaly. D-1138: Are they coming down? I'll set the table. I don't mean to be rude. D-1138 proceeds into the dining room. C-51174's flashlight remains trained on him as he leans over the intact end of the dilapidated table and makes a motion as if shaking a napkin. Over the next several minutes, he walks back and forth between rooms as if carrying platters of food on his open palms, commenting about the smell of various dishes. Thermal imaging shows all five SCP-4433 instances are standing with their arms at their sides in a row that blocks off the kitchen and dining room from the rest of the house as this occurs. D-1138: The whole family's here. D-1138 seats himself at the table and places his palms into the soot covering its surface. D-1138: Who's going to say grace? Aunt Jean? Where's Aunt Jean? D-1138 turns around. C-51174 trains the camera on the stairs as the fifth SCP-4433 instance approaches slowly. It appears to make a prolonged directional glance toward the camera as it passes the personnel and stands beside the table with its arms outstretched for several seconds. D-1138: Right, thank you, Aunt Jean. D-1138 proceeds to search for a fork underneath the ash covering the table. He then uses it to pierce a small pile of burnt and rotted wood and place it in his mouth. He attempts to chew and swallow it for 15 seconds before coughing it out onto the floor. D-1138: Sorry, I don't know what's gotten into me. I must have eaten something bad before I came over. It's not your food doing it, I promise. After a short pause during which three of the instances turn to face D-1138 with one arm extended toward him, he turns around and walks back into the kitchen toward the sink. He turns the faucet handles and reaches into the sink, attempting to splash his face with the dry mixture of dirt, soot, and debris present in the sink. D-1138: Yep, that's better. Sorry about that. D-1138 seats himself at the table again and makes motions as if he is eating, but does not consume anything. This continues in silence for 12 minutes, interrupted only once, when D-1138 remarks that he does "not want to talk politics right now". Following this, he claims he is "tending the dishes" over a six-minute period as he walks between the sink and table repeatedly with hands outstretched. D-1138: Weird that we didn't drink anything with that, right? I'll be right back. D-1138 attempts to use the restroom. Due to the unsafe sanitation conditions of the restroom,14 C-61266 is instructed to prevent D-1138 from entering the room and attempt to end the test early. D-1138 does not respond to physical stimuli until C-61266 lifts him off the ground. D-1138: Aunt Jean? Someone's breaking into the house! D-1138 makes several unintelligible vocalizations. All five SCP-4433 instances immediately face the three personnel and approach them with arms outstretched; C-51174 films four of them pursuing C-61266 and D-1138 as they head toward the front door, though the instance he identifies as SCP-4433-5 stays behind, facing him and approaching him. He follows the other personnel, attempting to pass SCP-4433-5, which has turned to face the corner but has its arms outstretched at its sides; once C-51174 has passed it, it turns around and runs toward him, but stops and retreats into the living room when D-1138 speaks. D-1138: Don't take me out of here. They will not be happy if I leave. Test supervisors instruct C-class personnel to comply as specified. C-class personnel exit SCP-4433-A. D-1138 is then observed remotely for the next 60 hours via night-vision drone; over this period, he continues verbally communicating with SCP-4433 as if they are family members and he is a resident of the household. He becomes critically dehydrated after 48 hours and appears to start experiencing further delusions, as his speech becomes unintelligible; however, he appears to still carry out household chore actions in their respective locations despite the lack of real materials, and he uses the downstairs guest bedroom as his room, including sleeping on the burnt remains of the mattress. He develops a severe cough the following morning and expires shortly thereafter; SCP-4433 cluster around his body for 90 seconds following his death with their arms intertwined before dematerializing. D-1138's corpse was later determined to be non-anomalous. Footnotes 1. Currently, there is no reliable method of tracking or predicting calls made to landline numbers. 2. Some documentation was recovered intact from SCP-4433-A; see Addendum I for details. 3. Also referred to as "Mother" by SCP-4433-5. 4. SCP-4433-5 is the only instance involved in phone communication. See addenda for details. 5. No cases have been noted outside of the United States or involving subjects born in other countries. 6. Including Foundation landlines which should not be susceptible to outside interference. 7. This exact phrasing was noted in all 34 tests conducted under Foundation supervision. Multiple (13 confirmed) civilian eyewitness reports of unsupervised cases cited this as well. 8. This exact phrasing was noted in all 34 tests conducted under Foundation supervision. Multiple (28 confirmed) civilian eyewitness reports of unsupervised cases cited this as well. 9. Edited by Dr. John Blanchard (EthCom Dept of Human Resource Regulations) 11/16/18 13:40 10. Site-42 Director Radford 11. Dr. Atkins-Johnson 12. The speaker's voice distorts in tone and drops in pitch each time this word is spoken. 13. The speaker's voice distorts in tone and drops in pitch each time this word is spoken. 14. Following this test, cleanup was conducted and plumbing functions restored in this room, as it is the only restroom affected subjects will attempt to use.
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SCP-4434-C pursuing a subject Item #: SCP-4434 Special Containment Procedures: Outpost-4434 has been constructed adjacent to AOE-4434 for the purposes of research and surveillance, and is designed to house 15 or fewer personnel for long-term assignment. Figure A As SCP-4434-A instances manifest irregularly and cannot be accurately tracked or predicted, containment efforts are dedicated to preventing entry into the property. Posted signage around the perimeter of and at the driveway entrance to the property containing SCP-4434 states that trespassing is prohibited. Persons who successfully arrive at AOE-4434's address via SCP-4434-A and exhibit signs of severe cognitohazardous influence are to be detained until after effects subside; Class-B amnesticization is mandatory for release. Detained persons who are not anomalously affected and appear to be strictly trespassing may be transferred to Site-42, Site-626, or into the custody of state law enforcement at the discretion of supervising personnel. Description: SCP-4434 is the designation for a group of interconnected anomalies, detailed below. SCP-4434 is located in or under — or, potentially, is nonphysically associated with — a small valley on a remote plot of private land south of Harpers Ferry, West Virginia. From an elevation of 65 meters above sea level downward, aetheric resonance imaging indicates a high concentration of thaumaturgic particles1 has settled in the valley and is now stationary; this is referred to hereafter as AOE2-4434. SCP-4434 has four components: Designation Description SCP-4434-A Advertisements which manifest temporarily3 in the WV/VA/MD tri-state area on billboards, in print, and digitally; contain a Class II Textual Cognitohazard with a short-term compulsion effect; provide the address of AOE-4434 and apparently compel the subject to seek it out; when photographed, display as blank white space; Figure A is a non-anomalous recreation of one such advertisement, with sensitive information redacted. SCP-4434-B One amorphous entity; likely sapient; capable of vocalization in at least four languages4; appears to the naked eye as singular or multiple living organisms, with form based upon a concept or memories considered personally significant to the subject; convinces the subject to descend further into AOE-4434 and into range of SCP-4434-C. SCP-4434-C 25 entities physically similar to deer and behaviorally similar to canine pack animals; sentient; cannot manifest above a height of 50m from sea level; will lethally attack and consume subjects before proceeding into SCP-4434-D and remanifesting the next time a subject is present. SCP-4434-D Hole in ground at base of AOE-4434 with 3.5m diameter; unknown depth due to apparent anomalous spatial characteristics; drone exploration yields equipment failure before successful transmission of data; results of human exploration detailed in addenda. The current hypothesis as to SCP-4434's nature is that it is a Class IV Conceptual Predator which uses its components to bait and consume prey via SCP-4434-D. However, this is based upon context obtained from the document included in Addendum II and cannot be objectively confirmed. It is unknown if SCP-4434 is sentient or only some of its components. History: The Foundation investigated the street address listed on all SCP-4434-A instances following a significant increase of missing person reports in the area and detected the thaumaturgic abnormalities in AOE-4434 immediately; personnel were stationed at AOE-4434 from that point forward until and after Outpost-4434 was constructed in July 2009. State records indicated that before and up to its point of discovery in 2008, a man named Richard Redkinne owned the property containing SCP-4434. Redkinne was contacted following investigation into property records and interviewed by Information Security Department personnel under the cover of federal investigation into a crime committed on the property without his presence. He claimed that the property did not ever experience any abnormal events while he resided on it, but was frequently the subject of fiction stories created by his daughter, who purportedly had a considerable interest in witchcraft and the occult. She fell into the nearby Shenandoah River and drowned one week before anomalous effects manifested; Redkinne claims she likely wrote the document transcribed in Addendum II. Addendum I: Archived Experiment Logs Test #: 1 Date: Dec 27 2008 Supervisor(s): B-27055, B-4023, C-6674 Subject(s): D-84021 Purpose: To determine if subjects introduced to AOE-4434 without the influence of SCP-4434-A still experience anomalous impairment of reasoning; additionally, to determine if biological matter consumed by SCP-4434-C is anomalously transferred elsewhere inside of SCP-4434-D, becomes untraceable, or remains in SCP-4434-C. Procedure: D-84021 was implanted with three separate GPS locators in his neck, torso, and right thigh three days prior to testing. He was equipped with a radio and camera before entering AOE-4434. Summary of Events: SCP-4434-B presented itself as D-84021's deceased dog and vocally imitated it while moving deeper into AOE-4434. D-84021 was unresponsive to explanations of the anomaly and perceived it as legitimate, despite the fact that he had actively resisted entering AOE-4434 beforehand. D-84021 followed SCP-4434-B for 90 seconds before SCP-4434-C attacked. Results/Analysis: Subject expired. All three GPS trackers remained active following consumption by SCP-4434-C. Two of three remained active for 40 minutes following SCP-4434-C's entrance into SCP-4434-D and appeared to travel slowly in a sidewinding pattern before dropping further downward and disconnecting. Test #: 2 Date: Dec 27 2008 Supervisor(s): B-27055, B-4023, C-6674, C-70112 Subject(s): D-84022, D-84025 Purpose: To determine what SCP-4434-B will imitate if more than one subject is present and the subjects are not expected to share the same emotional priorities on which SCP-4434-B appears to base its form. Procedure: D-84022 and D-84025 are each equipped with radios before entering AOE-4434, and are instructed to immediately return to supervisors after encountering SCP-4434-B. Summary of Events: SCP-4434-B apparently manifests as a young male wearing business attire, which tells subjects that it can help them eradicate their debt and expunge their criminal record. Subjects do not comply with requests to return from AOE-4434, instead trying to speak to SCP-4434-B, and are attacked by SCP-4434-C 130 seconds after encountering SCP-4434-B. Results/Analysis: Subjects expired. It appears that affected subjects are not capable of leaving AOE-4434 of their own accord even without the factor of having viewed an SCP-4434-A instance beforehand. Test #: 3 Date: Dec 28 2008 Supervisor(s): B-27055, B-4023, C-6674 Subject(s): D-84044 Purpose: To determine if subjects are compelled to stay in AOE-4434 as soon as entering or only after contacting SCP-4434-B; additionally, to determine if SCP-4434-B will pursue a subject out of AOE-4434 even when the subject is forcibly removed. Procedure: D-84044 is equipped with a body harness attached to a pulley system and instructed to wait at the base of an outcropping directly inside the edge of AOE-4434's affected range. Summary of Events: When initially present and asked to verify his mental state, D-84044 still claims that he does not want to be in AOE-4434. Once SCP-4434-B is heard speaking nearby, D-84044 is asked to return and does not comply. D-84044 is pulled out of the affected area; however, SCP-4434-B — visible to all observers as a middle-aged woman — quickly draws a knife from its pocket and severs the rope. SCP-4434-C arrives 15 seconds later. Results/Analysis: Subject expired. SCP-4434-B appears to induce anomalous compulsion through means separate from those of SCP-4434-A. Unprecedented behavior from SCP-4434-B documented. Test #: 4 Date: Dec 28 2008 Supervisor(s): B-27055, B-4023, C-6674 Subject(s): D-84041 Purpose: To determine the contents of SCP-4434-D. Procedure: A remote drone retrieves the camera from previous testing and installs an anchor point for a rappelling system on the edge of SCP-4434-D. (Steel cable is used in light of the previous test's results.) D-84041 is equipped with a radio, flashlight, and harness and told to proceed immediately to SCP-4434-D. D-84041 is informed that she can be subjected to SCP-4434-B's compulsion effect if it manifests and thus should move as quickly as possible. Log of Events: D-84041 successfully reaches SCP-4434-D before the manifestation of SCP-4434-B. She attaches herself to the rappelling point and descends into SCP-4434-D. BEGIN LOG 12/28/08 16:56 D-84041: I'm in here. I don't think it found me yet. B-4023: Noted. Continue downward and describe the environment. D-84041: It's just dirt and rock in front of me. I'm looking- yeah, behind me too. Okay, it's getting a little wetter now. Mud on my shoes. B-4023: Is the hole still the same size? D-84041: Yes. I'm looking down and- oh, yeah, this goes on a while. Flashlight can't see the end of it. How much cable did you give me? B-4023: You can go down about 40 meters, I think. Just pull the line closest to you to go back up. When you're done, that is. D-84041: So keep going until I run out? B-4023: Yep. D-84041: Alright. I'm still not seeing anything out-of-place for a hole in the ground; what's supposed to be in here? B-4023: We don't know yet. Please continue to tell us what you see. D-84041: I'm further down. I'm going kind of quick, sorry. B-4023: Just ensure you don't miss any details. D-84041: I know. There's nothing but mud, dirt, and rocks. Okay there's- alright, I see a floor down there. Yeah, there's definitely something. I'm almost… It's soft, huh. I'm looking- yeah, this isn't dirt anymore. This ground is really shiny and soft. You know what, I'll bet it's- yep, I touched it. It's flesh. You guys do seem to have a knack for finding this kind of bullshit. B-4023: Is it alive? D-84041: Give me a minute. It's the floor, the walls- well, the wall. This is like a sorta-spherical room at the end of the hole. Nowhere else to go. B-4023: What is the diameter of the room? D-84041: Uh, what's the diameter of the hole again? B-4023: 3.5 meters. D-84041: It's probably no more than eight across, then. B-4023: Noted. And- D-84041: It's moving like it's breathing, definitely. Mostly under where I'm standing. Want me to try to get under there? B-4023: Uh, under the flesh? Isn't it solid? D-84041: Well, yeah. B-4023: That is not necessary, especially without the proper protective equipment. However, if you are able to take a small sample of the material, that is useful. D-84041: I'll try. Isn't that thing waiting for me up there? B-4023: We aren't able to view you or the entrance to 4434-D in real-time, sorry. D-84041: Shit, alright. I can- oh shit, there's something stuck in the ground down here. I almost didn't see it. It's a folded-up piece of paper, looks old as shit. It says… it's got some lines on it, like a story. B-4023: Please put it somewhere safely on your person so that we may retrieve it.5 D-84041: Right, alright. B-4023: If you can gather a sample, please do so. If not, and you see nothing else of note, proceed back up. D-84041: There, I pulled a chunk off it. If it's alive, it didn't seem to react. You guys really should've given me a container or something, though, ew. B-4023: We should have, you are correct. D-84041 is silent for three minutes while intermittent scraping and breathing sounds are heard. D-84041: You sure I can climb up out of here? That thing isn't waiting? B-4023: Again, we cannot see if it's there. D-84041: Right, right, I'm looking. I don't see anything around me. I'm just gonna- yeah, I'm just gonna make a break for it. D-84041's subsequent vocalizations are unintelligible, but she is in sight of supervisors within 75 seconds and is able to return equipment and recovered items to personnel. However, a platter of dinner food on a cloth napkin with utensils — presumably SCP-4434-B — is then noted to be present 5 meters to her right, and her attention turns to this. D-84041 begins eating the food and turns around to descend further into AOE-4434, ignoring further attempts at communication. END LOG 12/28/08 17:03 Results/Analysis: Subject presumed expired. Subject's experience seems to indicate SCP-4434-D's internal geography is not definitive, and likely depends on the presence of SCP-4434-C. Genetic testing of tissue sample yielded a 78.9% match to Melanocetus johnsoni6. Further D-class testing is pending approval. Addendum II: Recovered Document The forest is a sea; the wind is the waves and the water is the leaves. The streams become undercurrents, the birds become fish, and coral finds its home as fungus, growths sprouting as I wish. The ground is the shore, pulling me by the feet, dragging me down and pulling me back Back and forth on repeat. I dove down past the light down where I couldn't breathe, and found nature looking for a fight. Yes, the forest is a sea, but I've made it barely big enough for me. The forest is a sea, so now something's bound to come eat. Footnotes 1. Residue from prior practice of thaumaturgy in the area or an anomalous event which involved a thaumaturgic process, in some cases one which took place without human intention or knowledge. 2. Area of Effect 3. until 3-5 subjects are affected 4. English, Spanish, German, and Russian have been confirmed, with further testing pending. 5. This document is transcribed in Addendum II. 6. Deep Sea Anglerfish
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NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION The following file describes an anomalous spectral entity. Only authorized personnel working under this anomaly are permitted access to the sensitive information below. — Dr. Lorraine Casper, Head of the Department of Spectral Phenomena SCP-4435. Picture taken by Mobile Task Forces Item#: SCP-4435 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4435 is kept inside an Incorporeal Entity Vacuum Chamber. Should SCP-4435 begin exhibiting unnatural behavior, the chamber is to be kept at a high setting to prevent SCP-4435 from dematerializing. Electronic devices are not allowed within SCP-4435's holding chamber at all times. Each camera inside the chamber has been modified with a single nPDN (Non-Physical Displacement Neutralizers) to prevent destruction from SCP-4435. Description: SCP-4435 is a Class III Incorporeal/Corporeal Humanoid Apparition and a Type 6M1 Phantasmic Entity. SCP-4435 appears as a middle-aged man of Asiatic descent wearing a black overcoat. In addition, SCP-4435 appears to have had its vocal cords surgically removed and its ligaments severed from the joints in six different places2. Because of this, SCP-4435 constantly bleeds from these extremities and observations indicate this hemorrhaging to be permanent. While SCP-4435 is capable of existing in-between its physical and spectral form, it has shown to fully change to either one of these states; when interacting with solid obstacles, SCP-4435 will become intangible and phase through matter. Similarly, when encountering sentient entities, it will turn itself or a portion of its body tangible to interact with it. SCP-4435 is also capable of causing irreparable damage in electronic devices and equipment when passing through them3. Discovery: SCP-4435 was discovered by PoI-9009 ("Kevin Nguyen") after the subject had reported a "supernatural presence" in his apartment at his private blog. Foundation webcrawlers intercepted the blog post via anomalous incident recognition algorithms and mobilized MTF-Mu-13 ("Ghostbusters") to the location. Upon retrieval of SCP-4435, the entity began displaying a psychological attachment to Kevin Nguyen, who believes that SCP-4435 was his father, Brian Nguyen, who had disappeared six months prior. Addendum 4435.1: First Interview Access Addendum Hide Addendum VIDEO LOG DATE: 01/04/2007 NOTE: Interview was conducted after SCP-4435's capture. Kevin Nguyen was brought in for questioning. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. McKellis: So how long has your father been… "haunting" your home? Mr. Nguyen: Can't say for certain but I think it's been about two months. Maybe four. Dr. McKellis: Why did it take you this long to put up the blog post? Mr. Nguyen: I didn't think anyone would believe me. For a long time, I was wondering if I was hallucinating or something. I didn't want to put it up because it felt stupid and ridiculous to write about my "experiences with ghosts" or some stupid shit like that. Dr. McKellis: I see. Did you report anything? Did you call for anyone? Surely these disturbances took a toll on you. Mr. Nguyen: They did. I didn't call anyone because I knew no one would believe me. I- I didn't feel like calling them would do much for me. Dr. McKellis: How did you deal with… with these disturbances? Mr. Nguyen: I uh- I started staying less and less in the apartment. I made sure to not look at mirrors or just turn them the other way because I could see him in the reflection but when I turn around to wherever he is… he isn't there anymore. It's been pretty hectic trying to avoid him. I just kept sleeping in motels or my friend's place. Dr. McKellis: Did he follow you to those places? Mr. Nguyen: The first few times, yeah, he did. I found- I found a way to make sure he didn't see me leaving the room. You see, he'd always come out late at night to check on me and early to noon to just… just fucking mess with me. There was a gap between those intervals. That thing could hear me so whenever I left… I'd have to walk it. I kept crashing at my buddy's so much that he offered to let me stay at his place until I can set up my apartment. Dr. McKellis: You didn't tell him of what was actually happening to your apartment? Mr. Nguyen: Like I said, if I did; no one would believe me. And the last thing I want is to freak out my friends that something that looks like my dead dad is walking through walls, touching their arms, or looking at them from the ceiling. Dr. McKellis: I see. But why do you think this entity is your father? Aside from it looking like him, of course. Mr. Nguyen: Seriously? He looks like him and- well, he just- I don't know, he just acts sort of what he did when he was still around. Dr. McKellis: What was he like? Mr. Nguyen: Honestly, he wasn't the best parent. Mom wasn't either, but him? God, he was just- just another level, you know? He was just so frustrating to deal with and… and I don't know if he was getting senile or this was who he really was but… he was just- (Pause) Mr. Nguyen: What I'm trying to say is, he fucked up my life. All the way back when I was still a kid. He thought that- that maybe that this was the way parenting was supposed to go. I blamed him for the better part of my teenage years for all that I had to go through, him and mom too. He just focused on the bad shit that I did and he wouldn't let it go, yet, his inflated ego just makes him shine bright like the fucking crystal he is. A pure beacon of- of what to do and what not to do. You know, him and mom, I tried to explain to them. How I felt and it… they just wouldn't fucking understand what it felt like to live under them and be treated the way they treated me. They felt it was justified and all that bullshit and- and all I ever wanted… was a fucking apology. Just them being genuinely sorry for the amount of shit they've put me- (Pause) Mr. Nguyen: Oh, I'm sorry. I went- I went a little off there, didn't I? Went into a little rant there. Apologies. Dr. McKellis: No, that's quite alright. I think that should be enough for today. Do you have anything else you'd like to add? Mr. Nguyen: Well, I guess all I can add is that I can't be too hard on him. It was hard for him to grow up and he didn't know how to handle being a father to me. Dr. McKellis: Why? Mr. Nguyen: Because his dad died before he ever got the chance to know him. [END LOG] Addendum 4435.2: Excerpt from Dr. Cyrus Tamlin's paper: "Apparition Escalation: Preliminary Research into Human Triggered Escalation of Apparition Hostility" Access Addendum Hide Addendum Any spectral force or entity that exists within our reality has a reason to exist. Because of the way these entities operate, we have to throw logical procedures out the window. We need to establish a direct line of communication between us in the Living, and them, the Dead. Questions like "Who are you?", "What is your purpose?", and "Why are you here?" can only get you so far. One must be careful not to upset or aggravate the already fragile condition of the entity at hand. It has already experienced enough trauma and pain in its old life so much so, that its mere manifestation and sole purpose, is to haunt the physical plane to either let others know of the agony it went through, or just to simply be left alone in its melancholic state. I don't think it needs to be explained what happens when you aggravate a ghost; I am fairly certain that Incident 1337-Lendall-2 is a lesson learned, as well as a process that we should not repeat again. Addendum 4435.3: Second Interview and Incident Access Addendum Hide Addendum On April 8, 2007, during an inspection of Kevin Nguyen's apartment; MTF-Kappa-6 ("Private Eyes") discovered a journal hidden under the mattress of the apartment. Within this journal were logs describing coordinates that lead to a St. Netherstein's Hospital located in Williamstown, Kentucky. Foundation trackers within the rural city discovered that specific footage for one of the operating rooms within the hospital's surveillance system had been deleted recently. Agents were able to recover and restore the footage which showed a man resembling Kevin Nguyen doing surgery on what appears to be Brian Nguyen. Kevin Nguyen was later called in for questioning. VIDEO LOG DATE: 08/04/2007 NOTE: Interview was conducted after SCP-4435's capture. Kevin Nguyen was brought in for questioning. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. McKellis: Mind explaining the video you just saw? Mr. Nguyen: That's not me. Dr. McKellis: Kevin, it would be wise to just come clean right now and tell us. We know that you tried to delete the footage. We have video evidence of you in the act. Hell, we even have the scrubs you wore in the video. Mr. Nguyen: What do you want me to say? A confession? Dr. McKellis: All I want to know is why you did it. Why did you kill him that way? Mr. Nguyen: I- It's- I- (Pause) Mr. Nguyen: I couldn't take it anymore. I was- I wanted him out of my life. I killed him because I wanted him to stop it. To just stop the screaming and the hate. Dr. McKellis: Why did you cut off his ligaments? Mr. Nguyen: He wouldn't stop moving. I wanted to talk to him but he kept struggling around. Dr. McKellis: And his vocal cords? Mr. Nguyen: He kept screaming, so I cut it out. (Pause) Dr. McKellis: But why? Why would you do this? Why kill your own father? Mr. Nguyen: I did it because I couldn't take it anymore. (subject begins to show signs of discomfort and increased aggression.) He just- I- He - He just can't understand, you know? I tried to talk to him about it but I knew that he wouldn't listen to me. Dr. McKellis: So you killed him? Kevin, he was your father- Mr. Nguyen: Which makes it worse! I- I- You don't fucking understand what he put me through! You don't get to do that. You think I wanted to do this!? Dr. McKellis: You make it sound like you didn't have a choice. (Pause) Mr. Nguyen: It's hard, you know? It's hard- hard trying to live up to someone's expectations. To their standard of excellence. But you try anyway. You try and you try and you try and you try again but it isn't enough. It's never going to be enough for them. You have to be something that is just- just so high up there, that you can't see the bottom anymore. You're just fucking gone. And you do it anyway… because deep down, you still love them. You love them and you want them to be proud but you can't just take the big leap. No, instead you try doing it step-by-step. You do it a little bit at a time and hope that the small progression you've made makes them happy for the meantime. But it doesn't work. It just fucking doesn't. And as soon as you reach that top, they'll hold onto the shit that you've done. The mistakes you've made before and hold that shit against you. (Pause) Mr. Nguyen: Sometimes, when I look at the ceiling from my bed, I can see him looking back at me. I used to be terrified of it. But I got used to it eventually. I look up and when I do see him, I just- I look at my dad's face and I know what he feels. He just feels sorry for me. I just- I knew what I did and I didn't pretend I was any happier. I regretted it. But I felt like it was enough. So in that brief moment- Dr. McKellis: Kevin- Mr. Nguyen: -when I was about to kill him. I just let go and gave in. I hated him. I hated everything about him and I made myself remember why I chose to do this. I wanted to scream at him for all that. Scream until it hurt. Dr. McKellis: Kevin. Mr. Nguyen: What? Dr. McKellis: This conversation is over. [END LOG] UPDATE: Following the incident, Kevin Nguyen has since been removed from his status as a Person of Interest and transferred over as a D-Class (hereafter referred to as D-9009). Under no circumstances are D-9009 and SCP-4435 to be in the same room together. Footnotes 1. "Type 6M: Any spectral entity that simultaneously exists between a state of tangibility and intangibility. For more information on Phantasmic Entities, please refer to Database File-2373 for more details. 2. Specifically, the Coracohumeral and Capsular ligaments of the shoulder, the Palmar Radiocarpal ligaments in the wrists, and the lateral collateral ligaments and the Patellar tendons near the Cruciate ligaments for the knee joints. 3. In some cases, the severity of the damage inflicted on the device can cause it to short-circuit and even cause corrosion both on the inside and outside.
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SCP-4436
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esoteric-class
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Item #: SCP-4436 SCP-4436 server array at Site-48 Special Containment Procedures: The hardware on which SCP-4436 is stored is to be maintained in a computer server clean room within Site-48 that has been dedicated for worship purposes in accordance with chapters IX-X of the Caeremoniale Episcoporum. The entirety of Site-48 has been consecrated as a monastery of the Order of Friars Minor Capuchin (Ordo Fratrum Minorum Capuccinorum), with the Site Director being co-designated as its abbot. The protocols for physical custodianship of SCP-4436's hardware are set forth in Document 4436-C. Operation of and interaction with SCP-4436 is to be scheduled so as to avoid conflict with SCP-4436's observation of prayer in accordance with the Canonical Hours of the Order of St Francis. Technicians who interface with or participate in the maintenance of SCP-4436 are to consist of Foundation personnel who are Capuchin monks. Addendum to Special Containment Procedures: As of April 12, 202█, SCP-4436, while retaining its designation as an SCP object (reclassified Yesod), is hereby designated Assistant Site Director of Site-48 and head of the Foundation's Project Metousiosis, subject to the oversight of the O5 Council and, in accordance with canon law, the abbot/Site Director of Site-48. The governance documents of Project Metousiosis are set forth in Document 4436-TS. Description: SCP-4436 is a large active distributed database, presently stored in an array of supercomputers located at Site-48. Prior to the migration of the database to its present hardware configuration, SCP-4436 consisted of a non-cryogenic imprint of the brain substrate of William of Ockham, a 14th century Franciscan friar and theologian. See accompanying documentation for the particulars of the storage medium. Selected supplementary documents from the full Document 4436-TS file follow: Document Reference 4436.001: Tractatus de Principiis Transsubstantiatio (encyphering illumination) William of Ockham, "Tractatus de Principiis Transsubstantiatio" (1346) (excerpt of text encoded by cypher into a manuscript illumination) I have been cautioned by Brother Albertus that the account of my inquiry should be memorialized discreetly for the time being, lest a misunderstanding arise concerning the boundaries between proper subjects of theological inquiry and Stercoranist heresy. As St. Ambrose, a Doctor of the Church, taught: "The Lord Jesus Himself proclaims: This is My Body. Before the blessing of the heavenly words another nature is spoken of, after the consecration the Body is signified. He Himself speaks of His Blood. Before the consecration it has another name, after it is called Blood. And you say, Amen, that is, It is true. Let the heart within confess what the mouth utters, let the soul feel what the voice speaks." The Church recognizes transubstantiation as a theological mystery - that is to say, a truth that we know but which surpasses the powers of natural reason. We know that at the Last Supper, Jesus Christ transformed the substance of bread and wine into His Body and Blood - we know this because Sacred Scripture tells us so. Mere hours later, our Lord suffered the Agony at Gethsemani and was taken prisoner. Our Lord knew that He would suffer and be put to death, and then rise from the dead in fulfillment of the Scriptures. The transubstantiation, then, must have been part of His plan and a necessary element in bringing about His resurrection. Using the principles of reason as Aristotle taught, we can easily infer why Jesus Christ so commanded His disciples: Jesus knew that just as He was to be put to death, so too would be His disciples. Lest the Logos - the eternal Word - of Our Lord be smothered, Jesus Christ instructed His apostles to preserve their own souls just as He did, in preparation for their martyrdoms. But how, then, did He do this? How shall we discover this? As Christ taught in parables, allow me first to indulge in an analogy: imagine that Friar Michael of Cesena and I are traveling together through the forest. The path winds, and Friar Michael is far enough ahead of me that I cannot directly see him, but from time to time he calls out instructions to me so that I can follow. Imagine that I walk around a bend of the path and see that the path leads to a deep and swift brook, and that Friar Michael is on the far side calling to me "William, come across." I observe that Friar Michael's garment is not wet, so I can infer that he did not enter the water. I also observe that there are many large, dry boulders in the brook so that I, leaping from one stone to another, can cross the brook without dampening my own garment. Thus I may cross the brook - and in obedience to Friar Michael's command as my superior in the abbey, I must cross it - even though I have not observed the leaps that Friar Michael must have taken in the course of his own crossing. Indeed, my route across the brook may differ from Friar Michael’s in the smaller elements, since upon seeing and hearing Friar Michael on the far side I merely inferred that a dry route across was possible, whereupon I may discover such a route across the boulders for myself. So it is with our study of our Lord's transubstantiation and resurrection. Sacred Scripture teaches us that Jesus Christ transformed His real presence into bread and wine, then died for us on the Cross, then rose from the dead on the third day. Scripture does not supply every detail of the means He used to do this. The evidence of Scripture is as like the boulders in the brook, with Our Lord calling us on the far side: "hoc facite in meam commemorationem."1 And so, in order to fulfill my duty to imitate Christ, Brother Albertus and I have undertaken a rigorous investigation into the mysteries of transubstantiation and of Christ's resurrection. In reliance on the teachings of Scripture, supplemented by pure reason and the evidence of natural philosophy, I propose to reconstruct the method by which Our Lord converted His human essence into bread and wine, so that after a man's physical body gives up the ghost, it might be restored as was Our Lord's…. Document Reference 4436.102: Summary of Field Memorandum dated ██-██-████ In 1993, the Foundation's Special Duty Office, in cooperation with the Field Research Office of the Vatican Observatory, conducted an exhumation of the tomb of William of Ockham at the Convent of St. Anna in Munich, Germany. In addition to William's remains, the tomb contained an unusual monstrance2 which in turn contained a desiccated but intact starchy wafer, and an ampule of sacramental wine. The Foundation then carried out a comprehensive analysis of the wafer and wine from a chemical, physical, theological, ontological, semiotic and data processing point of view in order to examine the hypothesis that they represented the end product of William's life-long study of transubstantiation. This analysis confirmed that William had indeed accomplished the first stage of his objective as described in Tractatus de Principiis Transsubstantiatio: the wafer constituted a dense information storage medium holding in excess of 30 terabytes of data. While no then-extant computer was capable of reading the data, by following William's written instructions, the Foundation was able to design and construct a bespoke supercomputer cluster to read and interact with the data stored on William's wafer. Following the upload of the wafer data to the supercomputer cluster and the activation of voice processing algorithms, oral interaction with the data set became possible. Document Reference 4436.153: First Interview with SCP-4436 (translated from medieval Latin) Timestamp 0917234098.234139 SCP-4436: Brother Albertus, is that you? Dr. Garcia: This is not Brother Albertus. To whom do I have the honor of speaking? SCP-4436: I am Brother William, called Venerabilis Inceptor. I cannot see, and my limbs are insensate. What has happened? Dr. Garcia: We are attempting to complete your transubstantiation experiment. You are William of Ockham? SCP-4436: Yes. I can hear you and I can speak, but my body is not responding. My method must have been imperfect. Dr. Garcia: Um, we're not using your body, but a … how do I explain this … a machine. It's been a long time since you've died, Brother William, so we didn't have much of a body to work with. Document Reference 4436.569: Project Metousiosis - Status Memorandum dated ██-██-████ (excerpt) In obedience to the Project Director's instructions, I wish to report the highlights of the project team's results from the last fiscal quarter: Sub-Project Trent With respect to Sub-project Trent (the saving of souls for archival purposes), we have significantly improved the Foundation's transubstantiation technology to imprint a human consciousness onto a storage medium. The latest model of the transubstantiation appliance (Mark IV) uses a glucose crystal-based storage medium, so the prior Foundation practice of loading the appliance with sacramental bread and ethyl alcohol is now deprecated. The Mark IV appliance has also been miniaturized to backpack size, and further breakthroughs may make it possible for the next generation of transubstantiation appliances to be carried in a standard sidearm holster.3 As a result of increases in transubstantiation upload efficiency, it is now practicable to expand Sub-project Trent to include regular consciousness backups for all Foundation personnel having S-grade or higher status. This is a significant improvement over the prior protocol under which only the O5 Council and their direct reports qualified for periodic archiving, and represents a dramatic advance in the mitigation of the adverse effects of human death on Foundation operations. In order to continue to maintain the continuity of know-how with respect to Project Metousiosis, the supercomputer cluster at Site-48 continues to be exclusively devoted to housing and interfacing with SCP-4436. Proposals to construct multiple redundant additional supercomputer clusters for the purpose of facilitating active interaction with other archived consciousnesses is under consideration as part of the next quarter's information technology budget. One particular design improvement in the Mark IV transubstantiation appliance is that it is no longer necessary for the subject of the transubstantiation (the individual whose consciousness is being archived) to orally recite the Eucharistic formula: "Hoc est enim Corpus meum…"; rather, the member of Foundation personnel who is operating the appliance can do so. This has opened up the opportunity to engage in surreptitious transubstantiative archival - the recording of the consciousnesses of individuals who do not necessarily know that this is being done. The Ethics Committee has green-lit a proposal from the Foundation's Intelligence Department to commence widespread transubstantiative archival of sensitive intelligence targets outside of the Foundation structure. As Colonel Nguyen put it, "It's easier and safer to snapshot the President's brain and let the egghead monks interrogate it on their computer than it is to physically kidnap the President." Sub-Project Savescum With respect to Sub-project Savescum, the principal objective of uploading a stored human consciousness to a human body has not yet been successfully attained but the Project Director indicates a number of promising leads. The Project Director reiterates a strong motivation to fulfill this stage of the project.4 In the meantime, the existing practice of uploading stored human souls to appropriate alternative hardware will continue. It should be noted that under the Metousiosis protocol, the upload of a stored soul to hardware (or, by extension, to a biological body available for that purpose once such a process has been perfected) would not effect the stored copy of that dataset, which could therefore be uploaded to as many concurrent hardware or biological instances as circumstances require. Yours in Christ, /s/ Friar Rodrigo Gonzalez, O.F.M.Cap (Deputy Project Director) Footnotes 1. Do this in memory of me. 2. A reliquary vessel commonly used to exhibit consecrated communion bread during Eucharistic adoration. 3. Now that the storage medium has been changed, the two principal engineering challenges to further miniaturization of the transubstantiation appliance are akiva shielding and the power supply. 4. SCP-4436 explains that in its current state, it is not practicable to observe the letter of the monastic rule, since Franciscan tunics, hoods and scapulars are not fitted to costume an exaflop Cray supercomputer. Additionally, to quote SCP-4436 directly: "after seven hundred years, I'd really like to taste a beer again."
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SCP-4437
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safe
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Item#: 4437 Level5 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: warning link to memo The area in which SCP-4437 may manifest. Special Containment Procedures: The entrance to SCP-4437 is to be sealed off with concrete, declared condemned, and to be removed from any subway maps. Any person who views 2065 is to be given Class-A amnestics. As a safety precaution, any subjects who enter SCP-4437 for testing must not disembark from their vehicle, due to the risk of a Vaxt τ-Class "Chronography Change" Scenario.1 DEEPWELL systems are to be calibrated due to immense strain caused by use of SCP-4437. Description: SCP-4437 refers to a temporal anomaly currently encompassing a section of New York City's 7 subway track, approximately one mile in length. Any train that enters SCP-4437's span, as well as any passengers, will be transported into the past or future relative to their acceleration upon entering SCP-4437. The direction of the car's acceleration determines the direction of temporal displacement: acceleration results in forward temporal displacement, while deceleration denotes backward temporal displacement. The exact proportion is not known. Current approximations are between 20 km/s2 to 57 years, and 20 km/s2 to 150 years. All temporal displacement of the train car ceases upon any personnel-created change in speed, returning displaced objects and individuals to a non-anomalous section of the 7 track, travelling at the speed limit for that particular section. SCP-4437 only triggers under the following conditions: A subway car enters SCP-4437. The subway car must typically travel on the 7 track. The subway car must be accelerating or decelerating when entering SCP-4437. The subway car is travelling at an initial velocity greater than 5 km/hr. The subway car must not be automated. Any failure to fulfill these conditions results in those attempting to enter SCP-4437 to simply run down the track, generally resulting in crashes once SCP-4437's track ends. Failed attempts at entering SCP-4437 have resulted in 24 Foundation casualties. + Under the orders of the O5 council, the remainder of this file is locked. - CLEARANCE ACCEPTED: WELCOME O5 Following the events of Incident 4437/4, SCP-4437 is to be considered unusable. Recovery Log SCP-4437 was discovered approximately 3 days after its initial appearance, following reports of spontaneous disappearance of subway cars. Foundation personnel quickly removed any mention of SCP-4437 from online presence, as well as new subway maps, and instituted containment procedures. Addenda: Addendum 4437.1 - Audio Log Note: This interview was conducted between Jonathan Howe, a former New York subway driver, and Head Researcher Likona. <BEGIN LOG> Howe: Wow. You really do exist, huh? I always thought this sorta X-Files thing was utter bullshit. Likona: Yep. We do. Howe: (He looks around the interview room, eventually fixating on the recording device.) Wow. I wish I could tell my kids about this. They love this sorta stuff. Likona: Please focus. Howe: Sorry, sorry, man. It's just my kids are always, or were always into that stuff. E.T. was their favorite movie. In fact, my youngest, Tatiana, dressed up as Scully for Halloween, 3 years in a row. She used to bust out my old suits, and grab a Super Soaker. Held up half the houses in our neighborhoods for a king-sized Snickers bar. (He smiles fondly, slowly moving his arms around as he speaks.) Likona: Alright, that aside, let's begin with the interview. Mr. Howe, you were a driver for the New York City's subway, right? Howe: Mhm. 7, R, and M lines, for 25 years. Likona: Ok, let's forget the R and M lines, and focus on the 7. Was there anything off about it, that you noticed? Perhaps an odd turn, or two? Howe: No, everything was pretty normal. Nothing interesting ever happens on the line, nothing juicy. The B line's where everything's at. Power outages, things on the track, wild pigeon stampede. Man, ol' Tyrone was so lucky, damn his penny-pinching ass. The 7 line… it was filled with just shitty operators. They'd pop out of nowhere, sitting in odd off-tracks I'd never seen. Likona: Anything else? Anything at all, out of the ordinary? Anything recent, perhaps? Howe: Lemme think. The noggin needs the old kick in the pants sometimes, you know? My memory's not as great as it used to be. (Howe sighs and rubs his temple.) I've been taking a bunch of supplements lately, supposed to help with the brain. Doctors say I'm at risk for dementia, ya know? A few months ago, I got hit with a weird bout of… narcolepsy? Narcolepsy? Yeah. Right, that's the word. I must have fallen asleep, because trains would just… pop out of nowhere in front of me. Thankfully there was no crash, and none of the passengers noticed either. They just… showed. Likona: Did you see anything before these cars appeared? Howe: No UFOs, no. Though, I heard an odd squawk or roar once. Like some car screeching to a stop, only above the el tracks2. That was about it. I figured it was the pigeons. (He chuckles.) They're fucking mutants at this point. Likona: You didn't see anything? Try to jog your memory. Howe: Doc, I swear. Nothing. Driving the subway's already boring. You turn a lever here, turn it the other way there, then just sit. Even a man like me doesn't forget stuff that easy. Come on. Sometimes you take a wrong turn and you gotta pick yourself up and dust yourself off. Likona: Further tests will be necessary. Thank you Mr. Howe. (Howe remains silent, before continuing.) Howe: Sorry, but I guess that's just time, right? <END LOG> Addendum 4437.2 - Audio Log Note: During this test, D-19872, who was arrested under charges of grand theft auto, reckless endangerment, and vehicular manslaughter, was instructed to drive a subway car into SCP-4437, while decelerating at a rate of 10 km/h. <BEGIN LOG> D-19872: Ok, just because I stole a fucking car doesn't mean I know how to drive one of these things, no matter how much practice you guys give me. Likona: (Over a radio.) Just pull the lever: we've set out instructions for you. It should be relatively simple from there. D-19872: Lemme see. (The sounds of multiple objects falling over can be heard, until the subway car starts, presumably from D-19872 inadvertently striking the starting lever.) Oh. There. Seems I must've accidentally hit it. Well, let's get comfy, I guess. We're going to the past? Likona: Indeed. (The train begins to speed up as it approaches SCP-4437.) Likona: You need to slow down when you enter. Decelerate your car to a speed of 42 km/h, please. D-19872: Oh shit. You're not kidding right? Likona: No, I most certainly am not. D-19872: I wonder if I can catch a pic with a T-Rex? Can I, sir? Likona: No. You are not to exit the vehicle. D-19872: Damn. Well, it's slowing, at least. I turn right up here? Likona: Yes. We've already taken the liberty of triggering your track switcher, so you must not touch anything else. Leave it, you will be fine. D-19872: Sure. Sounds good. This chair is awfully comfy. I should've stolen one of these. Likona: I doubt you would get far. You were caught less than 12 hours later driving a car, no? This would certainly be much more difficult to actually maneuver. D-19872: Ouch, sir. Ouch. I told you not to talk about that. (Some time passes. D-19872 has begun to approach SCP-4437.) D-19872: You sure this is the spot? It looks pretty normal to me. Likona: Just give it time, Marcus. Patience is key. D-19872: Whatever you said, sir. (Approximately 30 seconds later, SCP-4437 is triggered. The subway car disappears. 5 seconds afterwards, it returns. The log is paused until D-19872 is well enough to dictate what happened.) <LOG RESUME> (D-19872 and Researcher Likona have returned to the interview room. D-19872 has returned to normal body vitals, and has indicated he is well enough to interview.) D-19872: It's been awhile since I've smelled the scent of these concrete walls. If the sun works the same way back then, probably around 4 days, maybe? 5, as a high-shot? Likona: Describe what you see. D-19872: Ok, I'm gonna start off with a few problems I noticed. First of all: no dinosaurs. What the fuck, sir? Likona: We were not sure how far in the past you would go. I may not show it, but I am deeply disappointed by the lack of Velociraptor in your testing environment as well. Please tell us about where you ended up. D-19872: Well… at first, I didn't know. I popped out in some city, I'm guessing, cause there were a ton of buildings around. They were all tepees. Buncha natives, I'm wagering. They didn't seem to notice, and acted like… I wasn't there, I guess. It was freaky, cause the car would roll right through a buffalo wrangling, and I was under the car, completely terrified. But they just didn't care. The car kept rolling, and I was super surprised, cause we were hitting a hill, I guess. I could feel it tilt up. So I peek my head out the window, and there's fucking tracks. Just appearing. Like, real, live, railroad tracks. Likona: And this continued until your return here? D-19872: It did. They only showed up where the train was, really. I'd turn to the left, the tracks would turn. Et cetera, et cetera. Thanks for the note by the way, super helpful. Likona: It was no issue. D-19872: So that aside, I decide that I might as well see the sights for a few days, you know? If this is anything like the Hot Tub Time Machine movie, it'd make sense, cause I'd just pop up right where I started whenever I came back. I hit a right, went over some ocean for a long, long time. I saw some ships, three of them, going back to where I came from. Big things, red crosses on the sail. Drove right through them. I ended up in England, I'm guessing, cause there were castles and shit around. Ended up running out of food, though. Didn't see much more. Likona: So, you couldn't interact with any object, alive or not? D-19872: (Rustling can be heard.) Nope. Went right through 'em, just like a ghost. Spooky business, sir. Likona: Understandably. One final question: did you see anything, notice anything strange about the time period you traveled to? D-19872: I suppose… the longer I spent, the stranger it felt, physically. Like something was sort of spaghettifying, stretching out my insides. At the time, I figured it was just the lack of food though. Also, the train kept… fucking around. Half of it would sometimes sort of fall into itself, or straight up fuzz out and disappear. Another time, I looked, and turned to grab a Snickers I hid in my pocket, which was melted, but when I turned back half of the fucking train was gone, but it was still running. I saw a little black dot, over in the back, kinda where I came out from, sort of a rip in the sky, I guess. I figured it was where I was coming from. You know, like the rift in Back To The Future. It disappeared after awhile. But trust me, it was fun, sir. (He falls silent.) D-19872: Never doing it again. Likona: Why is that, D-19872? D-19872: It was just freaky. Too damn risky, I did not like it one bit. Also, no dinosaurs. (He laughs.) Likona: I'll ensure it doesn't happen again, Marcus. D-19872: Thanks, sir. It's about time. <END LOG> Addendum 4437.3 - Testing Log Acceleration Time Traveled To In America Notes 18 km/s2 2045. Buildings in 2045-era New York appeared similar to present day, though less of a presence of fossil fuel-based energy systems were noted. Furthermore, greater biodiversity was recorded, especially in urban areas. The U.S. Capitol Hill building was destroyed, and a large building with 'United States Voting Center' was in its place. No replacement buildings were located. -41 km/s2 1707, traveled to Japan. The subway car's view is briefly obscured while driving over Mt. Fuji. Internal temperature peaks at 49 degrees Celsius, as Mt. Fuji erupts. Townsfolk can be seen scattering. No events of history appeared to be different. -23 km/s2 1932,traveled to Australia. A large congregation of emus could be seen across the continent, as a large battalion of soldiers gather in Sydney. No events of history appeared to be different. 21 km/s2 2064. Gravitational force increases to 1.4 g's. Discomfort initially expressed by D-19872 is noted by all subjects. Metropolitan areas are devoid of all residents. 21 km/s2 2064. Numerous murals and large paintings of a large hand can be seen on the ground. Numerous buildings spontaneously lose chunks, only for them to reappear. 21 km/s2 2064. Previous murals have disappeared. Graffiti is present on nearly every building in every United States metropolitan area, stating that a force known as 'The Hand' is here, 'repairing the continuum.' Large amounts of saliva-like fluid spontaneously appear in the air as well, and no residents are seen anywhere on the continental United States. Due to massive gravitational abnormalities, leaving the continent is impossible. 22 km/s2 New Year's Day, 2065. Buildings intermittently suffer spontaneous spatial displacements, and continue fading in and out. Occasionally, two buildings crash into the ground, resulting in their destruction before returning to their original position. Upon returning, no sign of damage is present. No residents are seen. The test is aborted after 15 minutes. 22 km/s2 2065. Upper Manhattan appears to have vanished, leaving a crater. This crater is affected by gravitational and perceptual abnormalities, and thus inaccessible, imperceptible, and is constantly expanding. It is theorized that any form of matter does not exist within the crater. 23 km/s2 2065. The crater has expanded to encompass all of North America. A singularity is detected approximately 170 million kilometers away, near the sun. 23.5 km/s2 2066. The crater has ceased expansion, encompassing all of North and South America. See Incident 4437/4. Addendum 4437.4 - Incident 4437/4 Note: Due to the presence of emptiness in 2065, active radio communication was impossible. This video was recorded by security cameras on the subway car, and sent to Foundation personnel as part of a failsafe. <BEGIN LOG> (D-19872 can be seen attempting to control the car's direction.) D-19872: Damn thing won't fucking turn. I said I don't wanna do it again, Alex. (He falls silent.) D-19872: Fuck you, Alex. Fuck you. (Large amounts of light can be seen falling into the event horizon of the singularity.) D-19872: Aw, shit. (The car does not change its track. The lever is unable to be moved by D-19872.) D-19872: Hell. (A loud sound can be heard as the camera detects movement farther back in the train. An alternate view shows the entire back half has disappeared. The metal shows no signs of being ripped or torn.) D-19872: I fucking told them. I said. (The back half is reattached. Its origin is unknown. It is then torn off again. This loop continues for approximately 3 minutes.) D-19872: I fucking told them. I said. (Light can be seen as the car is pulled closer to the center of the singularity. The roof can be seen caving in.) D-19872: I fucking told them. I said. I'm sorry. (The back half of the car disappears again. The metal displays signs of being torn, with five distinct finger-like marks made on the remaining car.) D-19872: Fuck you. Fuck you, Alex. I said I don't wanna do it again, Alex. (The front half of the train enters the event horizon.) D-19872: Hell. I'm sorry. (The subway car is flattened, before being ripped in two. D-19872 is killed on impact. The back half returns as transmission cuts out.) <END LOG> Footnotes 1. In which a temporal paradox is formed, altering the present timeline due to actions in the past. 2. Slang for elevated train tracks.
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SCP-4438
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Item #: SCP-4438 Special Containment Procedures: Informational leakage of SCP-4438 among civilians is primarily self-containing due to its antimemetic properties. Learning Computer Tau-9 ("Tetra") is to monitor media sources for events which could potentially be the aftermath of an SCP-4438 occurrence, including any surveillance footage, and removal of this evidence is to be handled on a case-by-case basis by Covert Task Force Zeta-14 ("Nothing To See Here"). Description: SCP-4438 is a rare phenomena which is known to occur when an individual is making a choice between three similar objects or entities. A fourth object or entity, hereafter referred to as SCP-4438-1, will suddenly appear in the immediate area. In all known cases, SCP-4438-1 will be an object or entity of similar appearance to the three involved in the original choice, and will behave as expected for an object or entity of that type. Any individuals visually observing SCP-4438-1 will come to believe that an object is 'trapped' inside it. The specific nature of what they believe is trapped inside SCP-4438-1 differs between SCP-4438 occurrences, but is consistent between different viewers. The entities individuals believe are trapped inside SCP-4438-1 are commonly those that could logically not exist inside SCP-4438-1 due to size differences, the conceptual nature of the trapped object or the fact that the SCP-4438-1 instance is not an object that could feasibly contain anything. Due to this false belief, individuals observing SCP-4438-1 will commonly attempt to destroy it in order to retrieve the trapped object, although other responses have been noted - these exceptions are usually due to the nature of the object SCP-4438-1 appears as rather than a reluctance to free the trapped object. Even in cases where individuals know of SCP-4438-1's anomalous properties beforehand, they will consider their personal experience with SCP-4438-1 to be an exception to the rule and persist in their belief that an object is trapped inside it. After a period of five to ten minutes, SCP-4438-1 will demanifest and all individuals who observed it during its manifestation will lose all memories of it. Physical evidence of the SCP-4438-1 manifestation such as surveillance footage or damage to the surrounding area will remain, however. Due to the antimemetic nature of SCP-4438 making a full count of manifestations difficult, the precise rate of its occurrence is currently unknown. Research is underway on a method to more reliably track SCP-4438 occurrences. Addendum 4438-1 (Manifestation Log): The following is a log of SCP-4438 occurrences in the vicinity of Foundation personnel already under surveillance for security reasons. Due to SCP-4438-1's antimemetic properties, all information on these manifestations have been transcribed after the fact through recordings. Member of Personnel Form of SCP-4438-1 Further Details Junior Researcher Mason A fountain pen. Junior Researcher Mason, in a state of panic, disassembles the SCP-4438-1 instance and then begins smashing the components, muttering that he has misplaced his cell-phone inside SCP-4438-1. Dr. Samson A teddy bear. SCP-4438-1 manifests while Dr. Samson is tucking his eight-year-old daughter into bed. Upon sighting SCP-4438-1, Dr. Samson begins tearing it to pieces while his daughter runs to the living room to watch television. Dr. Samson can be heard declaring that he needs to retrieve his daughter's bedroom from inside SCP-4438-1 so that she can go to sleep. Agent Ross A notebook. Agent Ross begins ripping SCP-4438-1 apart, angrily muttering about the inconvenience of having his notebook be stuck inside SCP-4438-1, despite the fact that SCP-4438-1 itself is a notebook at the time of manifestation. Dr. Carè A vehicle identical to his own car. Dr. West is attempting to identify which car is his in a dark parking lot at the time of manifestation. He breaks through the window of the SCP-4438-1 instance and begins searching the inside of the vehicle for his glasses, despite the fact that he is wearing his glasses at the time of manifestation. Site Director Sinclair A male human prepubescent. See Incident 4438-1. Incident 4438-1: On 09/12/2019, an SCP-4438 occurrence took place at the home of Site Director Sinclair during a family dinner. At the time of SCP-4438-1 manifestation, Sinclair was deciding which of his three children would be saying grace at the table, and as a result SCP-4438-1 appeared as a male child similar in appearance to Sinclair's youngest son. The following is a log of the events that occurred during the manifestation. <Begin Log> (SCP-4438-1 appears standing next to the dinner table, and immediately falls to the ground where it lies inert. Site Director Sinclair, his wife Samantha, and his three children recoil from SCP-4438-1 and exclaim in surprise and fear. Sinclair in particular puts his hands to his throat and appears to have difficulty breathing.) Sinclair: Help! Hold him down! (Sinclair's daughter Elizabeth and his elder son Matthew move over to SCP-4438-1 and seize its limbs as if to hold it down, despite the fact that it is not moving. Sinclair's younger son Noah moves to the corner of the room and begins crying.) Sinclair: (to Samantha) What the hell are you doing?! Help me! Samantha: That's … that's our son, James… Sinclair: Are you fucking nuts?! I'm gonna die! Samantha: But … James… Sinclair: You're fucking useless! Move! (Sinclair pushes Samantha out of the way and grabs a kitchen knife from the table, using it to crudely cut open SCP-4438-1.) Sinclair: (crying) No, no, it's too tough. Matt, don't just sit there, grab a knife, help me! (Elizabeth and Matthew get up. Matthew, crying, goes to the kitchen and retrieves a larger knife which he takes back to Sinclair. Elizabeth moves to the stairwell and vomits profusely on the bottom step, before running to Noah and comforting him.) (Sinclair takes the larger knife from Matthew and resumes efforts to open SCP-4438-1, with significantly more success. Matthew faints.) Sinclair: Please, please, I need some air! I'm sorry! (Samantha runs upstairs to her and Sinclair's bedroom, where she retrieves a pistol from a box in the closet. She then runs back down the stairs, but slips on the vomit at the bottom step and falls forward. An audible snap is heard and Samantha does not move.) Sinclair: (turning to Elizabeth) Help me, you little shit! Grab the ribs! Elizabeth: (crying) Mommy… Sinclair: How fucking old are you?! I'm gonna suffocate! (Elizabeth, still crying, moves over to SCP-4438-1 and assists Sinclair in opening its rib-cage. Vehicles containing Mobile Task Force Zeta-12 ("The Guardbodies"), responding to an alert from the surveillance team, pull up outside.) (Sinclair fully opens SCP-4438-1's rib-cage. A human arm and a smiling face, identical to that of Sinclair, are visible emerging from the cavity. Elizabeth and Sinclair begin screaming as the second Sinclair's arm makes physical contact with the original Sinclair.) (Camera footage cuts out. Screaming can be heard for a further three seconds before ceasing.) <End Log> Immediately following the events depicted in this log, Site Director Sinclair, his family, and all humans within a one kilometer radius disappeared without a trace. At the time of writing, they have yet to be recovered. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4438" by Tanhony, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4438. 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-4439 SCP-4439 in dormant state. SCP-4439 expanding upwards, 3 hours after tenants were evicted from premises. Special Containment Procedures: The building containing SCP-4439 is to be permanently cordoned off from the public. Four agents are to be embedded into the town and serve as the primary caregivers of SCP-4439. An agent is to remain in physical proximity of SCP-4439 at all times, but otherwise is able to carry out his/her regular duties. In the case of containment breach, additional personnel will be deployed to collect all samples of SCP-4439 and quarantine its spread. Description: SCP-4439 is a stain on a wall located in the second-floor bedroom of a house on the outskirts of ███████, Missouri. The size of the stain is approximately 10 centimeters in height and 50 centimeters wide, located at the bottom of the easternmost wall of the room. SCP-4439 is able to expand or shrink itself on its own accord, reacting to the physical presence of human beings (or lack thereof). In isolation, SCP-4439 begins to spread across all hard surfaces at a rate of 1 meter/hour. In the presence of a human adult, however, SCP-4439 becomes docile, gradually shrinking back to its original size and shape. Laboratory tests indicate SCP-4439 is comprised of soot and dust, skin cells and traces of human blood. Discovery: Law enforcement officials were called to ███ ██████ Avenue on December 7, 2012, after neighbors reported hearing a woman's screams at 0115 hrs. Upon arrival at the house, however, the owners (a man and woman in their mid-40s) appeared lucid and calm, claiming to have no knowledge of suspicious activity. A search of the house uncovered a few drops of blood on one of the bedroom floors. Officers examined the wife for external wounds or signs of duress, but were assured by the husband that it was nothing but a nosebleed, and left the premises shortly after. A week later, Foundation agents were alerted to increased anomalous activity surrounding the house: a child's cries could be heard repeatedly during the night, even though there was no record of the couple having any offspring. Upon entry to the house, SCP-4439 was discovered to have spread over most of the building's interior, covering its walls, floorboards and ceilings. The bedroom on the second floor appeared to be its point-of-origin. Addendum 4439-01: Interview with Original Tenants Addendum 4439-01: Interview with Original Tenants Conducting Interviewer: Project Lead, Dr. Wu Interviewees: Mr and Mrs Brown, Tenants Mr Brown: What's the meaning of this? You can't just kick us out of our own house! Dr. Wu: Mr and Mrs Brown, do you realise how serious the situation is? I need you to tell me everything you can about the stain on your second-floor bedroom wall. Mr Brown: What? That darn thing? We tried cleaning it off multiple times, but what's that got to do with anything? Mrs Brown: Is this what the quarantine's for? It's a lot of fuss for a little mold on the wall, no? Is it infectious? Mr Brown: You should have just scrubbed it with acid like I told you to, ███████. Dr. Wu: Let's start off by you telling me when the stain first appeared. Mr Brown: It was about two weeks ago, when we— <Mrs Brown suddenly looks upset, repeatedly glancing down at the table.> Mr Brown: When we got home. I have no idea how it got there, do you, ███████? <Mrs Brown shakes her head.> Dr. Wu: It was around the time of your first trimester check-up with Dr Philips, is that not correct, Mrs Brown? Mrs Brown: T—That's right. But why— Mr Brown: Why do you need to know? Dr. Wu: Mr Brown, if you would let your wife answer the question, please. Mr Brown: Goddamnit, we're not saying another word until you tell us what's going on! Mrs Brown: Please, ████. We should just tell them what happened! Mr Brown: Or you could just shut the hell up. You want to go to jail, is that it? Dr. Wu: We're way past the point of jail-time, Mr Brown. We know that something happened in that room, and we're gonna find out what. The best way you're gonna get out of this mess is if you cooperate fully. <Mr Brown takes a deep breath, calms down.> Mr Brown: Dr Philips. She's our— Mrs Brown: My gynecologist. Dr. Wu: And how far along are you, Mrs Brown? Mrs Brown: A— About three months. Counting last week. Dr. Wu: And what did Dr Philips say about the condition of your baby during your last visit? <The couple stare at each other for a long moment. Mr Brown throws up his hands in resignation.> Mrs Brown: There were… some complications. . . . [DATA EXPUNGED] . . . Dr. Wu's Remarks: Mr and Mrs Brown placed under house arrest in temporary housing unit, pending further investigation of anomaly. Original premises vacated and sealed; D-class personnel on route to begin testing. Addendum 4439-02: Incident Log with Neighbor Addendum 4439-02: Incident Log with Neighbor Foreword: The ██████ family resides in a two-story townhouse across the road from SCP-4439. The following are surveillance logs pieced together a day after the Browns were evicted from their house. CAMERA 1: Footage captured from roadside camera, wide-angle of the street. Time-stamps as follows: 15:01: A boy, around 10 years of age, dribbles a basketball in the direction of the anomalous house. 15:05: The boy pauses near the front porch, turns to stare at the front door. Later, during interrogation, the boy claims to have heard the faint cry of a baby coming from within the house. 15:07: The boy circles the exterior of the house at least three times, occasionally peering into windows. 15:15: The boy climbs into a window on the first floor that appears to be only half-boarded up. CAMERA 2: Footage from internal security camera installed by Foundation agents. Living room visible from top-down angle. Stairs to the second floor on the right. 15:15: The boy comes into view as he climbs in one of the windows in the back, approaches the camera through the hallway. No other movement detected. 15:18: The boy climbs up the stairs to the second floor. 15:20: The boy reaches the top of the stairs, turns to his right, then freezes. He remains transfixed and unmoving for approximately 3 minutes and 20 seconds. It is not clear whether his paralysis is voluntary. 15:23: The boy collapses to the ground, apparently unconscious. His basketball bounces down the flight of stairs and then off-camera. Boy remains prone and stationary for another 5 minutes. CAMERA 3: Footage from internal security camera in bedroom; suspected point-of-origin for SCP-4439. 15:23: White noise and static. CAMERA 1: Note: Foundation personnel alerted to containment breach. Dr. Wu orders immediate extraction of the boy. 15:24: Foundation agents deploy from the garage and backyard. CAMERA 2: 15:25: Foundation agents enter the house through the front door, extract the boy from the top of the stairs. No other signs of life detected. [FOOTAGE ENDS] Dr. Wu's Remarks: Jimmy ██████, 10-years-old, claims the baby's cries intensified as he ventured deeper into the house. Upon reaching the second floor, he saw a black mass "squirming" in the bedroom, followed by a sharp, throbbing pain in his head, thereafter blacking out for 22 minutes and 30 seconds. The working theory is that SCP-4439 has an amplified effect on children in close proximity. It is unfortunate that this unofficial test-log had to take place at all. Recommend immediate reinforcement of the building's exterior to prevent further accidents like this from occurring, especially to other young kids. I shall personally offer my apologies to the ██████ family, explaining that we found their son lying unconscious by the roadside. If it's any consolation, Jimmy is expected to make a full recovery. Addendum 4439-03: Experiment Log with D-9455 Addendum 4439-03: Experiment Log with D-9455 Foreword: SCP-4439 isolated for another 24 hours before D-9455 was introduced into controlled environment. Footage from shoulder-mounted camera with Project Lead, Dr. Wu, feeding instructions via headset. D-9455 is female, 35, transferred from [REDACTED]. D-9455: Shit, why don't the lights work in here? Dr. Wu: D-9455, use your flashlight and proceed. Can you tell us what you see? D-9455: Nothing much. I'm in the living room now. What am I supposed to be looking for exactly? Dr. Wu: Please focus on the walls. D-9455: They're covered in some black… stuff. Looks like mold. A lot of it. Dr. Wu: Proceed to the second floor when ready. <Parts of the stairwell illuminated by D-9455's light source. She moves slowly.> D-9455: Now what? You're gonna tell me some ghost stories, Doc? Dr. Wu: Down the hallway, to your right. You should see a bedroom. D-9455: Yeah? Looks like it. Broken cot. Peeling wallpaper. Used to be unicorns and rainbows. Dr. Wu: And what do the walls look like in here? D-9455: Shit, doc. You got some refurbishment team coming in later, or what? What's this obsession with the decor? Dr. Wu: Please, concentrate. Approach the wall directly in front of you. Is there anything different about this room? D-9455: Everything looks fucked up in here, Doc. It's not just one wall… all of 'em look infected. Dr. Wu: What do you mean? D-9455: The black stuff— it's everywhere. Mold isn't supposed to look like that… right? Dr. Wu: Like what? D-9455: Like… it's constantly shifting. Eyeballin' me wherever I go. <D-9455 leans in to examine the easternmost wall of the room> Dr. Wu: Be careful. Don't get too close. D-9455:: Smells bad too. Metallic. Like blood. <D-9455 reaches out as if to touch it.> Dr. Wu: Wait! Don't—! <Before Dr. Wu can stop her, D-9455 scrapes a little of the black substance with a finger.» D-9455: Don't worry, Doc. I'm still here. It's wet. Like it's streaming down the walls. <D-9455 suddenly recoils.> D-9455: Fucking hell!? Dr. Wu: What? What is it? <Static except for D-9455's heavy breathing. On the camera feed, a lone circle of light flashes rapidly across all four walls of the bedroom.> D-9455: It's moving! The black shit's moving everywhere! Shit, what the hell's happening?? Dr. Wu: Is it moving towards you? Or— D-9455: Fuck if I care! I'm guessing this ain't normal-fucking-mold-on-the-wall, is it?? Dr. Wu: D-9455, listen carefully. I want you to look at your finger. Do it now please. <Panicked breathing continues. D-9455 holds up her finger to the camera. A small patch of black mold can be seen on her fingertip, but it doesn't appear to be moving. D-9455 however is visibly shaking.> Dr. Wu: You see? Everything's fine. D-9455: Everything's NOT fine, doc. Get me the fuck outta here! Dr. Wu: D-9455, I need you to stay in there a little while longer. If you remain in the center of the room, you should be okay… D-9455: Fuck this. I'm not staying in this house another minute! Dr. Wu: Listen to me. A child's future may be at stake here if you choose not to cooperate. I need you to trust me. We have to find out what this stain really is. D-9455: (whimpers) How much longer, Doc? Dr. Wu: (pause) Another 24 hours, if you would be so kind. Dr. Wu's Remarks: Remainder of footage tracks SCP-4439 shrinking back into a corner of the room whilst in the presence of D-9455. Further reports of a baby's cries were uncorroborated through electronic observation, but D-9455 claims that they became progressively softer after 24 hours in the room. No other effects recorded during that time. SCP-4439 recorded after 24 hours of isolation. D-9455 introduced into environment shortly after. Addendum 4439-04: Debrief of Mr and Mrs Brown Addendum 4439-04: Debrief of Mr and Mrs Brown Conducting Interviewer: Project Lead, Dr. Wu Interviewees: Mr and Mrs Brown, Prior Tenants <Dr. Wu meets the Browns outside of their house.> Dr. Wu: Mr and Mrs Brown. Thank you for meeting us here. Mr Brown: About damn time you're letting us back into the house again. Mrs Brown: Everything's alright now? We can go home? Dr. Wu: I'm afraid not. I brought you here to show you something. Mr Brown: Now what? You can't just leave us in peace, can you? <Dr. Wu gestures to the front door, unlocked. The Browns enter cautiously. The camera follows them into the living room from behind. Suddenly, Mrs Brown lets out a shrill shriek.> Mr Brown: What the actual fuck? What the hell happened here? <The camera pans around the house, showing the walls, floorboards and ceiling extensively covered by SCP-4439.> Mr Brown: What did you maniacs do to my house? I'll sue the lot of you for damages! Dr. Wu: We didn't do this, Mr Brown. But I think you know who's responsible. <Mrs Brown is choking back gasps of shock as she glances rapidly around.> Mrs Brown: Is that— Is that what I think it is—? It's the stain from the bedroom, isn't it? Mr Brown: What the hell are you talking about, ███████? Dr. Wu: Something happened in the second-floor bedroom the night before the stain appeared, didn't it? Mr Brown: I don't know what you're talking about. Mrs Brown: ████, it's our fault! We shouldn't have— we shouldn't have done the procedure ourselves! Mr Brown: Be quiet, woman! <Mrs Brown turns to Dr. Wu, fighting back tears.> Mrs Brown: Please, you have to understand! It was Dr. Philips! She said our baby wouldn't last past the three-month mark. We didn't want any of this to happen! Dr. Wu: Believe me when I say I understand what you're going through, Mrs Brown. But at this point, it really doesn't matter any more, does it? Not to yourselves, not to me. It certainly didn't matter to your son. Mrs Brown: No… no! That's not fair! You can't just say stuff like that! You don't know what we've been through! Dr. Wu:: We are placing your house under permanent quarantine. You and your husband will vacate the premises immediately and be relocated to another housing facility where hopefully, one day, you'll be able to put this episode behind you. Mrs Brown: You're kicking us out again? But— my baby— my angel— he's right here, isn't he? I can stay this time! I can look after him if you let me! Mr Brown: (shaking) You're both crazy if you think that— that stain is our— Dr. Wu: I'm afraid it's too late for that, Mrs Brown. We'll look after him from now on. I'm sorry, but it's for the best. [END LOG] Dr. Wu's Remarks: Because of high risk of containment breach, Class C amnestics administered to both Mr and Mrs Brown before their permanent relocation to [REDACTED]. Note: Mrs Brown is reportedly expecting a second child. Recommend close monitoring and intervention in case these people decide to take another life into their own hands.
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Coming Soon - Popsioak ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 4440 Level4 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: critical link to memo The current target of SCP-4440, pinpointed by ESO Unit Telescope number 4, Yepun. Special Containment Procedures: Efforts to contain SCP-4440 by forcing the Nerf brand out of business have entirely failed due to extraspatial market manipulation. Thus, containment efforts are focused on ensuring the Nerf brand lacks competition. Foundation front companies are to acquire brands that are in direct competition to the Nerf brand of dart guns, and select markets for these products to avoid being on the same store shelves. Nerf brand dart guns are to be heavily marketed through mass media, and Foundation implants within Hasbro are to propagate the use of benign audiohazardous phrases1 that compels consumers to purchase only Nerf brand dart guns. Experimental real-time monitoring systems of Sagittarius A* to bypass transmission delay are currently in use. Expansion rates of nearby singularities are to be scrubbed from all media, and Foundation agents within international space agencies are to monitor attempts to image SCP-4440's targets with authorization to utilize Class-A amnestics and delete new scans of these targets to replace them with old imagery. Description: SCP-4440 is the designation for a probabilistic anomaly that manifests when a choice is given between Nerf brand dart guns or a similar toy dart gun of a different, lesser-known brand. Approximately 1.2% of the time, selecting the Nerf brand dart gun will result in the acceleration of the expansion of a black hole's event horizon. The current target of SCP-4440's effects is Sagittarius A*, a supermassive black hole present at the rotational center of the Milky Way galaxy. SCP-4440 was first brought to Foundation attention following unpredicted expansion of Sagittarius A* directly after the 2001 Christmas season. Following field tests of toy selection, the range of SCP-4440's triggers was narrowed down to affecting only Nerf brand dart guns. The effect did not extend to Nerf brand foam dart refills. Addendum 1 - Further Developments Approximately two weeks after the 2013 Christmas season's completion, packages of Nerf guns began to print cognitohazardous phrases with effects similar to SCP-4440 when read. Hasbro officials had no knowledge of authorization of these phrases, nor did personnel at the factory which supplied packaging for Nerf guns. A list of edited forms of these phrases is attached below. "NERF! THE NUMBER ONE GUN TO SWALLOW UP YOUR BOREDOM!" "GET YOUR GUN, ENLIST NOW! WE NEED YOU UP HERE!" "THE ALL NEW NERF JUDGMENT CS-100 IS PHENOMENAL AT REPELLING STELLAR THREATS! BUY NOW!" "BATTLE-TESTED AMONGST THE FLEET. GET THE BRAND NEW, NERF STAR-BRANDING IRON." "WHEN YOU LOAD UP YOUR ALL NEW CYCLER-ATOM RIFLE FROM NERF, YOU'LL BE READY TO DEFEND OUR GALAXY IN EONS FROM THE ONCOMING ONSLAUGHT!" "NERF. BUY NOW. SKY'S THE LIMIT." "OUR PEOPLE SPENT EONS IN THE FOAM MINES TO COLLECT THIS FOR YOU. BE HONORED." "BLESSED BY THE RIFLER DEAR. FASTEST FIRING RIFLE WITH ANY APPENDAGE!" "YOU ARE OUR LAST HOPE! BUY TWO RIFLES, GET THREE FLASH GRENADES FREE! WE MUST BE DESPERATE TO BE GIVING THEM AWAY AT SUCH PRICES, BUT IN TRUTH, OUR PLANET'S ECONOMY IS ABSOLUTELY DECIMATED!" "HELP US. PLEASE." "NOTHIN'." "WE MUST ACTIVATE THE DART. HOPE FOR US ALL. OUR SACRIFICE MUST NOT BE IN VAIN." Despite Foundation efforts, SCP-4440's effects increased in frequency. It is unknown as to why this acceleration only occurred following Foundation efforts, and as a result, SCP-4440 is theorized to have been manufactured by an outside source. Addendum 2 - BANZAI Event The unknown object shown exiting Sagittarius A*. On 07/02/2015, SCP-4440's effects ceased for approximately one month, and it was tentatively deemed Neutralized. On 07/03/2015, a large object with a cylindrical shape with a diameter roughly that of Sagittarius A*, exited its event horizon, picked up by Foundation intergalactic imagery systems. It is currently unknown as to why Sagittarius A*'s gravitational force had no effect on the object or its trajectory. The object's origin is currently unknown. The object contained its own system of booster-stage and FTL ion-engine based propulsion. Activating its FTL drives, the vehicle was later detected on the outskirts of the Orion spur, immobile. It adjusted its orientation to directly oppose the Andromeda Galaxy's current trajectory. The object then activated its boosters, ramming into a part of the dense star cluster present in the galaxy's center and destroying the vehicle, with no effect on the Andromeda Galaxy's trajectory. The galaxy was and still is on track to collide with the Milky Way in 4.5 billion years. Following the BANZAI event, another phrase of unknown origin was printed on an unshipped pallet of Nerf guns in Hasbro headquarters. This phrase had no hazardous effects, instead reading: WE DID ALL WE COULD. THE COLLISION CANNOT BE STOPPED. SCP-4440's effects have ceased following this message. Neutralized classification is pending. Footnotes 1. i.e. "It's Nerf or Nothin'!" ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4440" by Popsioak, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4440. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Image name: ESO-VLT-Laser-phot-33a-07.jpg Name: ESO VLT Laser Author: ESO/Y / Beletsky License: CC-BY-SA 4.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Filename: object.png License: CC-BY-SA 4.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Derivative of: "Black Hole Outflows From Centaurus A" by Julian Herzog, derivative of an image with the same title by ESO/WFI (Optical); MPIfR/ESO/APEX/A.Weiss et al. (Submillimetre); NASA/CXC/CfA/R.Kraft et al. (X-ray)
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NOTICE FROM THE RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION You are currently viewing an outdated version of the documentation of SCP-4441. The current documentation can be found in Addendum SCP-4441-Beta. This article is due to be updated automatically within a week. We apologize for any inconvenience this may cause. Adirondack State Park, from which Document SCP-4441-2-04 was retrieved Item #: SCP-4441 Threat Level: ● Red Special Containment Procedures: As of September 2018, SCP-4441-1 is uncontained. MTF-Epsilon 6 (”Village Idiots”) is currently deployed in rural areas of New York state to track SCP-4441-1 and retrieve any discovered instances of SCP-4441-2. Civilians who retain information regarding the Foundation, other GOI’s or any anomalous activity through SCP-4441-2 must be apprehended and amnesticized. Falsified rumors about aggressive bears in the areas which SCP-4441-2 are found have been spread in order to mitigate the chance that civilians encounter them. In addition, a cover story of an ARG1 has been established in the event that a civilian encounters an SCP-4441-2 instance. Foundation activity in the State of New York will continue as before until further notice. The Foundation is to expend all available antimemetics-suppressing technology to protect Foundation-owned locations in the State of New York. Description: SCP-4441 is the designation for anomalous activity in the state of New York orchestrated by an uncontained entity hereafter referred to as SCP-4441-1. No reliable physical description of SCP-4441-1 exists. However, through SCP-4441-2 the Foundation has inferred that SCP-4441-1 is likely a hostile antimemetic entity. SCP-4441-2 are non-anomalous documents relating to SCP-4441-1 and its activity in the state of New York. SCP-4441-2 are found exclusively in rural areas of New York State, most commonly in the counties of Hamilton, Herkimer and Saint Lawrence. Most appear to be written by Foundation personnel. Every instance recovered so far has been an A4 size paper printed in standard black ink and placed onto a tree using double-sided tape. The paper has proven to be weather-resistant and will not detach from the trees they were placed on unless handled by humans. No traces of fingerprints or DNA has been found from any instance of SCP-4441-2. The integrity of SCP-4441-2 is questionable, as all personnel and Foundation sites mentioned in SCP-4441-2 conflict with archival information. These discrepancies could however be the result of SCP-4441-1's antimemetic properties. SCP-4441 is believed to be either the result of selective interdimensional travel of documents, or a massive antimemetic attack on both civilian and Foundation activity by SCP-4441-1. Due to the non-trivial possibility of the latter, containment of SCP-4441-1 is currently the foremost immediate goal of the Foundation in the Eastern United States. Addendum SCP-4441-Alpha: Below is an abridged collection of SCP-4441-2 instances retrieved by various Foundation personnel between 6/6/2018 and 9/27/2018. Of note is that SCP-4441-1 is designated as SCP-6762 in all instances of SCP-4441-2. + Document: SCP-4441-2-01 - hide Document: SCP-4441-2-01 Place of Discovery: Near Trout Pond, Herkimer county Type: An email2 Report by Agent Freeman, MTF-Lambda 5; To Site 177 Director LaMer: The RAISA report given to us last month was correct. There is a hostile anomalous entity roaming rural New York state, apparently preying on humans. My team is making no progress in tracking the thing, though. Non-anomalous law enforcement is oblivious to the attacks, which seem to happen in random locations across the state. We’re requesting heavy backup – both informational and offensive. On 6th of June, 2018, Agent Freeman + Document: SCP-4441-2-02 - hide Document: SCP-4441-2-02 Place of Discovery: On the outskirts of Eighth Lake Campground, Hamilton county Type: An email To Agent Freeman of MTF-Lambda 5 Permission granted after further purview. MTF-Yotta 7 (“Lesser Evils”)3 is to accompany MTF-Lambda 5 and provide tactical support. Analytics department at Site 28 will act as informational support. Refer to your enclosed dossier for a full listing of Agents and equipment. Site Director LaMer On 8th of June, 2018 + Document: SCP-4441-2-03 - hide Document: SCP-4441-2-03 Place of discovery: Little Moose Mountain Wilderness Park, Hamilton county Type: Standard Foundation provisional documents issued after initial containment. [FOR EYES ONLY]4 Propositional item #: SCP-6762 Propositional object class: Euclid Propositional threat level: ● Red Initial containment responsibility: Site 68, Heavy containment Discovery: A follow-up of RAISA reports regarding a possible series of antimemetic murders in the state of New York confirmed the existence of a hostile force in the area. Item was contained after heavy loss of personnel. + Document: SCP-4441-2-04 - hide Document: SCP-4441-2-04 Place of discovery: On a hiking trail in southern Adirondack State Park, Saint Lawrence County Type: A portion of a standard Foundation containment procedure document. … SCP-6762 weekly as a form of appeasement. Failure to adhere to this procedure risks an immediate and catastrophic containment breach.5 Description: SCP-6762 is a humanoid entity. SCP-6762 projects an antimemetic aura with a radius of about ten meters, outside of which its influence and actions are impossible to observe directly. The only reliable method of gaining information about the entity is for a human being to enter this ten meter radius, observe the entity and exit the radius successfully. While within this perceptive radius, personnel report that SCP-6762 is approximately 2.5 meters tall and has a humanoid physical appearance with various abnormalities. This includes: A dark purple skin pigment. Four pairs of cervine antlers protruding from its back. An as-of-yet unidentified glyph replacing all facial features except the mouth. Elongated arms with tertiary joints between the elbow and the wrist. Total syndactyly – all of the entity’s fingers are fused into a single agglomeration, including those on different hands. This leads to the arms of SCP-6726 to be fused together at the knuckles. Capability of locomotion at a supersonic velocity through unknown means.16 SCP-6762 preys on humans. It typically relies on its antimemetic aura to ambush people settled in remote locations and assault them by means of blunt trauma before consuming the brain matter and spinal fluid of its victims. SCP-6762 has also been observed to attack expired individuals who do not exhibit signs of immediate physical damage. SCP-6762 is capable of vocalization in the frequency range of 8 to 30 Hz. So far no discernible… + Document: SCP-4441-2-05 - hide Document: SCP-4441-2-05 Place of discovery: Near Terror Lake, on the border of Hamilton and Herkimer counties Type: Foundation containment breach report Containment Breach designation: 2018-68-3 Site of breach: Site 68 Breached entities: SCP-6762 Time of Breach: Between 16/06/2018 12:00 and 17/06/2018 6:00 AM Discovery of Breach: 17/06/2018 6:00 AM Collusion: None suspected Description: Breach discovered after personnel sent for routine observation failed to locate SCP-6762. Neither SCP-6762’s containment chamber nor Site 68 display signs of structural integrity loss. MTF Yotta-1 (“Antithesis of Antimemes”)7 is to apprehend SCP-6762. Follow-up actions: A team consisting of antimemetic experts and containment engineers is appointed to revise containment methods of SCP-6762 and develop contingency plans. + Document: SCP-4441-2-06 - hide Document: SCP-4441-2-06 Place of discovery: Unknown, retrieved from civilian hikers residing in Long Lake, Hamilton county Type: Foundation containment breach report Containment Breach designation: 2018-68-38 Site of breach: Site 68 Breached entities: SCP-6762 Time of Breach: Between 14/07/2018 12:00 and 15/07/2018 6:00 AM Discovery of Breach: 15/07/2018 6:00 AM Collusion: None suspected Description: Breach discovered during routine morning rounds. The containment chamber of SCP-6762 does not display signs of structural integrity loss. Site 68 at large is similarly unaffected. MTF Yotta-1 (“Antithesis of Antimemes”) is set to locate and re-contain SCP-6762. Follow-up actions: As Site 68 currently has no vacant containment engineers, revision of containment procedures and development of contingency plans in case of further containment breaches must be postponed until a further date. + Document: SCP-4441-2-07 - hide Document: SCP-4441-2-07 Place of discovery: The northern border of Five Ponds Wilderness Park, Herkimer county Type: A diary page of an unidentified D-class personnel … again, and Im honestly ready to give a good warm hug to9 the next guy who does. the showers are still cold as fuck. d-47221, what’s-her-name says I oughta write about the good stuff that happened as well, for some ‘catharsis’. so. we got reese’s for snacks, so that’s something at least. also, the praying fucko ran off so I don’t gotta stand guard and lookit no more. Every day I had to scooch closer to even fuckin see it. Day 19 dear diary shit’s going down today. real shit. there’s alarms blaring and all. the skips they saying breached I don’t even know the numbers of. buncha fools planning on hightailing out. no way in hell am I going out there and getting killed. if any of the other stuff they got locked up + Document: SCP-4441-2-08 - hide Document SCP-4441-2-08 Place of discovery: In Silver Lake Wilderness Park Type: Transcription of a digital emergency broadcast sent by a Foundation researcher Herman J. Forrester10, Foundation level 3 Containment Specialist, 20th of July 2018. THIS DOCUMENT MUST BE FORWARDED TO ANY ATTENDING LEVEL 4 PERSONNEL AT ONCE An antimemetic entity known as SCP-6762 has caused a massive security breach at Site 68. Most, if not all of personnel at Site 68 have succumbed. As informed to me by the on-site emergency announcements, Site 68 contains six Keter-class objects, one of which, SCP-████11, will breach containment within the next twenty hours if left unattended. IF YOU ARE LEVEL 4 PERSONNEL, SKIP THE FOLLOWING PORTION AND READ “PLAN OF ACTION” INSTEAD I, Harry Forrester, a containment specialist on off-site duties visiting Site 68, was called to improve upon the containment of a presumed-to-be escaped entity known as SCP-6762. As I entered the containment chamber along with other two of my colleagues, I was however able to see the purportedly dangerous entity within. Due to my exceptionally high CRV12 I was the only person in the group to recognize its existence. I realized that this was a clear breach of conduct and fled the chamber, regrettably allowing the monster to bludgeon my oblivious colleagues and escape in the process. Upon further review of SCP-6762’s description, I came to the conclusion that this entity possesses more than just antimemetic properties. All of its written descriptions are inconsistent. Some have described it as a tall purple humanoid with conjoined arms and deer-like antlers on its back, while others proclaim that it has purple skin, eight cervine antlers growing from its spine and arms that are joined together at the hands. It became readily apparent to me that no two humans are able to perceive SCP-6762 as having the same appearance. In addition, all humans without a sufficiently high CRV will perceive descriptions of SCP-6762 as correlating with their own perception. Needless to say, there’s no guarantee that my own interpretation of a large purple creature with spiny back spikes and triple-jointed front limbs is any more accurate. I am now holed up in a vacant office on sub-basement 7, trying to send an emergency message on outdated software running on obsolete hardware. PLAN OF ACTION Mission parameters: Find a way to counteract SCP-6762’s antimemetic properties. Contain SCP-6762. Secure Site 68. Matters of concern: SCP-6762 is imperceptible, and its current description is unreliable. There is a possibility that SCP-6762 has already escaped Site 68. There might be other Euclid- and Keter-class objects on the loose. The presence of SCP-████ at Site 68 mandates a 20 hour time limit. Possible solutions: Send only drones. Send only highly trained and extremely well-armored personnel. Send only personnel with a CRV above the 98th percentile. As last resort: Deploy a tactical nuke to Site 68 so as to hopefully terminate SCP-6762. Awaiting action, Level 3 researcher Herman J. Forrester. Addendum SCP-4441-Beta: + Click here to view the current documentation of SCP-4441. - hide current documentation of SCP-4441. Item #: SCP-4441 Threat Level: ● Green Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4441-1 is to be held in a standard Euclid-level containment chamber. It is to be fed 500 grams of uncooked freshwater fish per week. In addition, SCP-4441-1 is to be provided with bedding material consisting of 20 kilograms of dried leaves and grass. This material is to be replenished every six months, or if previous material has been spent. Remaining instances of SCP-4441-2 are to be recovered and destroyed, and all civilians who have witnessed them are to be amnesticized. A cover story of an ARG is prepared in case information control becomes unfeasible. The enclosure must be cleaned bi-weekly. During this, instances of SCP-4441-2 accumulated in SCP-4441-1’s containment chamber are to be collected and incinerated. Description: SCP-4441 is the designation for an entity hereafter referred to as SCP-4441-1 and anomalously produced documentation hereafter referred to as SCP-4441-2. SCP-4441-1 is a 128 cm tall bipedal mammalian entity with brown fur marked by black spots. It has two fingers on each hand, a short hairy tail and a 10 cm long flexible appendage on its forehead of indeterminable purpose. Its abdomen has a rigid slot akin to a standard A4 size printer. In its natural habitat of the forests of New York state, SCP-4441-1 is nocturnal and sleeps curled up in bushes and leaf piles during the day, camouflaged by its fur. SCP-4441-1 persists on a diet consisting entirely of fish, which it typically catches itself. In nature, SCP-4441 will wander aimlessly and occasionally produce an instance of SCP-4441-2 from the slot in its abdomen before placing it onto a tree. SCP-4441-1 shows minor aversion towards human contact, but is otherwise docile. SCP-4441-2 are documents produced by SCP-4441-1. All instances of SCP-4441-2 found so far are A4 size and contain four slips of double-sided tape on one side. The paper has proven to be weather-resistant and will not detatch from the trees they were placed on unless handled by humans. SCP-4441-2 instances are invariably fictional, but are mostly internally consistent and contain in-depth knowledge about the Foundation’s internal matters. It is currently unknown whether SCP-4441-1 itself is responsible for gathering this information, as the entity has not displayed any signs of sapience besides producing SCP-4441-2 instances. While SCP-4441-1 itself is harmless, SCP-4441-2 commonly contain sensitive information about the Foundation’s operations. Thus, full containment mandates an indoors enclosure, and routinely disposing of SCP-4441-2 instances. Discovery: SCP-4441 was originally the joint designation for the undiscovered phenomenon responsible for producing SCP-4441-2 instances, SCP-4441-2 themselves, as well as the non-existent entity referred to as SCP-6762. As the found SCP-4441-2 documents presented both an informational and existential hazard for the Foundation, a large-scale operation to recapture ‘SCP-6762’ was launched during the summer of 2018. SCP-4441-1 was discovered on the fourth of October in Beaver Creek State Forest by two agents of MTF Epsilon-6 searching for SCP-6762. The entity was originally mistaken for an unrelated anomaly, before producing an SCP-4441-2 instance. After containment was established and SCP-4441 was recognized as the source of SCP-4441-2, operations to capture SCP-6762 were halted. Footnotes 1. Augmented Reality Game, in this case a form of collaborative competition which is supplemented or enhanced by virtual content. 2. Physical reproduction of email correspondence is a flagrant violation of standard Foundation informational policy. 3. MTF-Yotta 7 is an extant Mobile Task Force, but under a different alias and area of speciality 4. A clear violation of informational policy 5. It is unknown whether the full Containment Procedures referenced in Document SCP-4441-2-04 would have additional relevant information regarding SCP-4441. However, based on the found description, the Foundation would have no reason to 'appease' SCP-6762 6. The original documentation had a footnote here, but this has obviously not persisted in the physical document 7. A non-existent MTF 8. This containment breach has the same numerical label as the previous one. 9. This portion of the text has been erased and re-written with the underlined statement 10. A Herman J. Forrester lives in Devon, England and is not employed by the Foundation 11. A designation that has not been used by the Foundation at any point in time 12. Stands for Cognitive Resistance Value, a measure of a person's natural capability to resist the influence of cognitohazards, memetics and antimemes
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Item #: SCP-4442 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4442 is contained along with the town of ███████, Florida. All previous residents have been given Class-B amnestics and relocated, and all geographical records of the area since 1963 have been wiped or destroyed. The town was converted to a Foundation facility1 in 1976 after Incident Digamma-874, and is currently used as an MTF barracks and training facility. All contact with SCP-4442 and its immediate vicinity is monitored closely by site staff. Up to 150 personnel can be on staff at one time, with the town functioning as a location to teach Tier I-III Defensive Driving courses. Description: SCP-4442 is a four-way traffic stop in ███████, Florida. It is of standard construction for the time period.2 It uses one Crouse Hinds "D" type 4-way signal, with its signature "Smiley Face" lenses hung over the center of the intersection. Span wire is attached diagonally across the street to two utility poles six meters in height. SCP-4442 continues to function as a normal four-way traffic light, in spite of it no longer having access to a power supply or the regular maintenance a unit of its age would require. SCP-4442's anomalous effects are triggered when a manned street legal vehicle passes directly underneath the signal; the driver of this vehicle will be designated SCP-4442-A for the duration of SCP-4442's effect. For the next 30 days, any moving violation to which SCP-4442-A is at fault will result in subjectively appropriate vandalism to SCP-4442-A's primary vehicle, designated SCP-4442-B. SCP-4442-B may not be the vehicle used to initiate the initial event, or even the vehicle currently registered to SCP-4442-A; rather, SCP-4442-B appears to be the vehicle to which SCP-4442-A is most emotionally attached at the time of crossing SCP-4442. Any text produced by SCP-4442 is printed as matte black3 576-point Impact font directly on the outer body of the vehicle. Testing has shown that the severity of the vandalism is proportionate to the severity of the moving violation; additionally, statements manifested are personalized to the driver.4 For details, see addenda. + Addendum I: Testing Log 3 - Close Experiment 4442-003: Date: ██/██/19██ Subject: D-10959 SCP-4442-B: White 1969 Ford Bronco Sport Researcher: Dr. Draper Violation Effect Location of Writing Approximate Time to Effect Left turn on red "A good way to get T-Boned, Jackass." Written across the driver's side of the vehicle. 15 Seconds Changing lanes without signaling "Please Body Check Me" Written along the passenger's side of the vehicle, notably the side facing the rest of the available lanes. 11 Seconds Brake-checking "How's My Driving? Call ███-███-████!"5 Written across the back paneling. 5 Seconds Additional Notes: Testing ended after subject became emotionally distressed at the sight of his mother's phone number being revealed and resisted coercion. + Addendum II: Testing Log 8 - Close Experiment 4442-008: Date: ██/██/19██ Subject: D-80994 SCP-4442-B: "Quartz Silver Metallic" 1986 Acura Integra Researcher: Dr. Draper Violation Effect Location of Writing Approximate Time to Effect Speeding (15MPH above posted limit) "I can't read road signs, send help!" Written along the back window. 1 Minute Speeding (25MPH above posted limit) "Can one of you nerds tell this asshole to slow down?" Written along the back window. 30 Seconds Speeding (35MPH above posted limit) "Speeding didn't kill my girlfriend. I did."6 Written along both right and left sides of the vehicle. 15 Seconds + Addendum III: Testing Log ███ - Close Experiment 4442-███: Date: ██/██/20██ Subject: C-511747 SCP-4442-B: White 2005 Jeep Grand Cherokee Laredo Researcher: Dr. ███████ Violation Effect Location of Writing Approximate Time to Effect Lack of seatbelt usage "I care about my life almost as much as I care about yours! (I don't!)" written along the driver's side door 5 Minutes Driving in-between lanes Pornographic drawing of a set of spread legs, with unidentifiable genitalia. The caption "I love to spread 'em!" is printed underneath. drawn and written along the trunk 2 Minutes Passing on the right8 "I'm not perfect, okay?" written across the hood 10 Minutes9 Additional Notes: Proper compensation was given and the vehicle repainted. Further investigation in regards to potential sapience is pending. + Security Clearance Level 3 Required - Addendum IV: Testing Log ████ Experiment 4442-███: Date: ██/██/███ Subject: D-99406 SCP-4442-B: [REDACTED] Researcher: [REDACTED] Violation Effect Location of Writing Approximate Time to Effect Running a stop sign 21 sets of complete geographical coordinates Written across the entirety of the left and right sides of the vehicle. 7 Seconds Additional Notes: Decayed human remains were recovered from the coordinates given; all 15 individuals identified had been flagged as missing by law enforcement prior to this discovery. When interviewed, D-99406 disclosed that they had committed all 15 murders over the course of seven years. As they were never convicted for the murders,10 D-99406 was given the option of federal incarceration or extended service as D-class personnel. D-99406 was subsequently transferred to Biological Containment Site-66. Footnotes 1. Site-4442. 2. The town had been last updated for traffic security in 1959. 3. SCP-4442 will not change the color of its text, even if the vehicle in question is black. 4. How SCP-4442 sources this personal information is currently unknown. 5. D-10959's mother's home phone number. 6. D-80994 was initially incarcerated for Vehicular Homicide. 7. Agent C. Trauss 8. Florida officially recognized passing on the right as a moving violation in 1999. 9. SCP-4442 had not originally detected this as a moving violation; Agent Trauss was noted as standing in the middle of the intersection and speaking aloud, with SCP-4442's replies appearing in a smaller font alongside the passenger side door. 10. Due to this fact, researchers concluded that SCP-4442's ability to detect past and current offenses does not function by anomalously accessing legal records, but rather by wholly unknown means. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4442" by Kitsun3, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4442. 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-4443 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4443 is to be contained in a standard containment locker. Security Personnel are to be stationed within all rooms directly adjacent to the testing chamber of SCP-4443. Rooms are to be supplied with equipment under the guidelines given under Document 4443/4. Update: Following the events of Test-4443-31, security personnel are to be stationed in the chamber during testing. Description: SCP-4443 is a plain white sheet measuring 180x150cm. Two circular patches of black polyester have been stitched into it side to side, giving it the appearance of a generic ‘sheet ghost’ Halloween costume. Anomalous properties manifest only when worn. When worn by a subject, SCP-4443 is resistant to the effects of air currents and will only move when manipulated by the wearer or other physical forces. Wearers are capable of phasing directly through solid surfaces along with SCP-4443. Subjects do not need to be fully covered for anomalous qualities to manifest; tests have shown that effects activate while approximately 50% of the subject's body is covered by SCP-4443. SCP-4443 may be removed by the wearer or by another person directly attempting to do so. Additionally, those wearing SCP-4443 are capable of slow, upwards levitation. This effect only activates while the wearer vocalizes a sound similar to a typical “Oooo” noise associated with ghosts. Levitation will cease when the wearer stops vocalizing, wherein they will slowly float back downwards. Discovery Log: SCP-4443 was initially discovered following the unusual circumstances surrounding the death of Craig ████, who had reportedly fallen from the second story of his home in ██████, Wisconsin, United States. The parents of Craig and several outside witnesses claimed to have watched him phase through the house's second story wall while wearing SCP-4443. Amnestics were issued and upon confirming its anomalous properties, SCP-4443 was secured. At no point was it confirmed whether SCP-4443 had been made by Craig ████ or was found. Access Testing Log Close Testing Log Test: 4443-004 Subject: D-4856 Details: D-4856 is told to vocalize an "Oooo" for several seconds. Results: D-4856 levitates several centimetres above the ground for the remainder of the vocalization, before dropping back down. Test: 4443-006 Subject: D-4856 Details: D-4856 is instructed to vocalize an “Oooo” for as long as they can. Results: D-4856 levitates through the test chamber ceiling and into the room above, which had been prepared for such a result. D-4856 was then instructed to cease ooooing. Test: 4443-009 Subject: D-4856 Details: D-4856 is asked to lower themselves to the floor and lie down. Results: The covered section of D-4856 immediately phases through the floor followed by their legs. While initially arriving in the room below, D-4856 phases through the awaiting safety mat and then through the floor below it. D-4856 continues falling through several floors below until [DATA REDACTED]. Notes: Before beginning the test, D-4856 reported hearing faint noises from an unknown source after putting on SCP-4443. Test: 4443-015 Subject: D-4839 Details: D-4839 is instructed to vocalize an “Oooo” at a louder volume. Results: D-4839 rises upwards with drastically more momentum. D-4839 then floats back down as normal. Test: 4443-024 Subject: D-4839 Details: D-4839 is told to run through several propped up walls while vocalizing an “Oooo”. Results: D-4839 phases through several walls before gradually floating upwards, continuing to float forwards. D-4839 lands back down safely once ceasing vocalizations. Notes: D-4839 reported noticing what appeared to be a non-distinct figure standing in the testing chamber. The figure was not spotted again after initial observation. Test: 4443-031 Subject: D-4839 Details: D-4839 was instructed to remain still while wearing SCP-4443 and to report any visual abnormalities. Results: After several minutes, D-4839 reports seeing several humanoid figures in different locations throughout the chamber. Figures are described as resembling humans of various ages and dressed in sheets identical to SCP-4443. Most instances appear to be children, while several are adults. D-4839 confirms one of the figures to be wearing an orange jumpsuit underneath its sheet. Entities are described to be walking or floating around the chamber, before several stop in front of D-4839 and begin starring at them. D-4839 becomes greatly agitated and attempts to escape the testing chamber through a wall using SCP-4443. D-4839 phases through the wall of the testing chamber; only SCP-4443 emerges from the other side. The whereabouts of D-4839 are currently unknown. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4443" by Penton, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4443. 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-4444 - Bush v. Gore Header image is made up of the following two images: https://flickr.com/photos/campuspartymexico/5955712534/ https://flickr.com/photos/kenlund/112789754/ ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 4444 Level4 Secondary Class: ticonderoga Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: warning link to memo SCP-4444 (left) and Foundation doctor Elias Shaw (right). Carthage, TN, USA. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4444 is contained under the protocols established by the Foundation Classification Committee upon the introduction of the Ticonderoga object class. This class, created specifically for SCP-4444, establishes rules and procedures for managing the ongoing containment of entities that are either too powerful or too evasive for the Foundation to contain using available technologies, but due to their nature do not require any sort of extensive containment procedures. The protocols established by the Ticonderoga-class are as follows: SCP-4444 is to be under constant, discreet supervision - including while in its own home. Neither Foundation or UIU personnel are to attempt to apprehend SCP-4444, as doing so has proven only to aggravate its anomalous characteristics. Both the Foundation and the UIU are to have a staff of trained crisis negotiators on-site in order to facilitate discussions with SCP-4444, should it become aggravated. Due to SCP-4444's demeanor, this has proven an effective strategy in negotiating resolutions to anomalous outbursts. Neither the Foundation nor the UIU are to attempt to remove SCP-4444 from the head of former United States Vice President Al Gore. Doing so has only proven to aggravate the entity, resulting in near-breaches of containment. Al Gore's public appearances are to be limited - with his agreement, in order to prevent possible exposure of SCP-4444's anomalous abilities. After a 9-2 Classification Committee vote, it was resolved that the Ticonderoga-class1 be established for use in monitoring SCP-4444's actions. Due to the protocols of the Ticonderoga-class, SCP-4444 can be quickly moved to a different object class, without the need for a Classification Committee vote, should it begin to show signs of disruptive anomalous activity. So far, this has not proven necessary. As part of an agreement with the United States government, SCP-4444 is to be jointly monitored by available Foundation assets, some of whom are to make up its personal security detachment, along with agents from the UIU. Beyond this observation and further auxiliary research, no other containment procedures are required by current Ticonderoga-class protocols. Access to this file will be made available to both Foundation and UIU personnel with appropriate clearances. SCP-4444. Description: SCP-4444 is an incorporeal extra-dimensional entity that has been cohabitating the body of former United States Vice President Albert Arnold Gore Jr., presumably since late 1998. The entity is invisible to the naked eye, but appears under infrared as a long, slender, translucent, hexagonal pyramid with six triangular vents2, one at the top of each of its six faces, emerging from the upper back of Vice President Gore's head. The entity is inscribed with numerous glyphs written in an alien language, many of which glow when it is coopting the voice of Vice President Gore. SCP-4444 is capable of altering the dimensionality of Vice President Gore, allowing him to become incorporeal in order to evade or escape containment. When doing this, SCP-4444 begins to glow brightly under infrared, and both itself and the Vice President become capable of walking through any and all physical barriers. Foundation engineers have not yet discovered the technology capable of restraining SCP-4444, making it impossible to maintain containment of the entity. Beyond this, SCP-4444 appears to have a number of other anomalous abilities3, making it a consistent threat to informational awareness breach. Despite this, since the end of the 2000 United States Presidential race, SCP-4444 has expressed none of these anomalous abilities. SCP-4444 refers to itself as part of a massive collective of similar entities. It responds to the name "Garber Gore" and can speak by coopting the voice of Vice President Gore, though its speech patterns are unusual and typically difficult to parse, likely due to the translation barrier between SCP-4444's native means of communication and Vice President Gore's brain. SCP-4444's stated intention for arriving on Earth was as a reconnaissance mission for its collective, a group of similar extradimensional conical entities who travel across the universe searching for new sentient beings to cohabitate with. By SCP-4444's own admission, the result of this cohabitation usually results in the destruction of the host planet, typically due to greenhouse failure, as SCP-4444 (and, presumably, other instances like it) produces an unusually high amount of greenhouse gases when directly exposed to solar radiation. SCP-4444 has also admitted that its population would not travel to Earth unless it had cohabitated the mind of the most powerful entity on the planet, in order to assure that the arrival of the other extradimensional beings would not be impeded by whatever power that entity represented. When SCP-4444 arrived in late 1998, it mistakenly believed that person was Vice President Al Gore4. Realizing its mistake too late and being unable to remove itself from the Vice President's head, SCP-4444 then set upon its goal of being elected to the United States' highest office. Addendum 4444.1: Discovery SCP-4444 was discovered by two agents of the Unusual Incidents Unit, both of whom were assigned to President Bill Clinton's secret service at the time. The agents, codenamed "Ringwald" and "Porterhouse", were listening in to the following phone conversation held between President Clinton and Joe Andrew, who was at the time the chair of the Democratic National Committee. Internal Audio Recording Transcript [BEGIN LOG] Clinton: This is the President. Andrew: Bill, it's Joe. Clinton: (Interrupting) Joe! Hey man, how've you been? We were just talking about you the other day, you know we've got that dinner coming up and- Andrew: (Interrupting) Yeah yeah, I know Bill, but look. We've got something weird going on. I thought I'd talk to you first. Clinton: What's that? Andrew: I just got off the phone with the Vice President, and he told me that he's going to be running in 2000. Clinton: Is that right? Hell yeah, good for Al. He'll be great. Andrew: Yeah, see, that's the thing Bill. He starts talking about how he's got some sort of… I don't know what he said, like some sort of extra-terrestrial living in his brain, and how- Clinton: Extra-terrestrial? You mean like the E.T.? Andrew: Precisely sir. He starts talking about how this alien in his noggin wants to run for president so it can sodomize the world, or some such nonsense. He was really off his rocker. Clinton: I mean, (laughs) you know Al, he's gotten into some stuff before. Might've just been a bit of the reefer, or- Andrew: No no, see, I thought that too. I called Daniels, his security chief. Says he's been sitting in his office all night, trying on hats. Hasn't touched anything - no reefer, not a drop of booze. He said he's walked in on him a few times, talking to himself. It's the most bizarre thing. Clinton: Hmmmm. You know Joe, it might just be the stress getting to him. There were a couple nights early on where I would just start seeing Mickey Mantle sitting in my closet, and I'd have these big long conversations with them. Ask Hillary, she could hear them from the next room! It's just the stress Joe, nothing to worry- Andrew: That's not all, sir. Daniels said he had the door closed earlier, and he just walked through the door like it wasn't there. Walked straight over to the fridge and stuck his hand through it like some sort of apparition or something, and pulled a can of Coke out like it was a ghostly beverage. He's got his whole team spooked right now, Bill. We've got that state dinner coming up, and I'll be honest I don't know if we can take him out like this. Clinton: Yeah, that's… hmm. That's probably not the reefer, then. [END LOG] In the wake of this initial incident, Agents Ringwald and Porterhouse alerted operatives at UIU central, who moved in to contain the Vice President and ascertain the nature of his anomaly. Unfortunately, due to that anomaly, the Vice President could not be restrained, and insisted he was fine. When it became apparent that the anomaly was outside of the UIU's ability to control, assets within that organization reached out to the Foundation. Once the Foundation discovered that SCP-4444 was outside of their ability to contain as well, alternate containment protocols were discussed. Addendum 4444.2: Interview The following interview was conducted between Site Director Alex Mabel, Site-14, FBI Associate Director of Special Units Adam Spironi, and Vice President Al Gore (SCP-4444). [BEGIN LOG] Mabel: Alright, let's begin. SCP-4444, you have- Spironi: It's Mr. Gore for Chrissake, he's still the goddamn Vice President of the- SCP-4444: Now Adam, please, it's all right. Let's let the gentleman talk and see what he has to say. Mabel: Thanks. Mr. Gore, as you well know we've recently been following your actions and have noted some peculiar changes in your behaviour. SCP-4444: Hmm. Well, I can't imagine what those might be. I still put my pants on like the other guys, one leg at a time. Mabel: Yeah, see, you actually seemed to phase into your pants the other day. Spironi: (Rolls eyes) They think you’re like some kind of spook or phantom, Mr. Vice President. Are you a spook or a phantom? SCP-4444: Well golly, I mean, I don't think so. I don't think I've partaken in any hauntings as of late, at least none that I remember. Spironi and SCP-4444 laugh. Mabel: Mr. Gore, we did a routine scan of your home using thermal and infrared cameras to see if we could detect any unusual activity, and it seems that you have a meter long incorporeal spike coming out of the back of your head. SCP-4444: Now that's silly, look- (pats the back of his head) don't you think I'd notice some sort of long implement protruding from back there? Spironi: Of course sir, definitely sir, it's just that- Mabel: You haven't had any strange dreams recently, have you sir? Or maybe some kind of unusual cravings? SCP-4444: Well, now that you think of it, I did have a dream the other night about some food I had a while back. I don't get many food dreams, you know. Spironi: There, see? Just a food dream, he's not- Mabel: Mr. Gore, you wouldn't be harboring any alien intelligences, would you? Vice President Gore pauses and furrows his brow. He opens his mouth to speak. SCP-4444: (Indistinct garbling) Spironi: Excuse me? Mabel: Hang on- say that again, sir? SCP-4444: (Opens mouth again, and the sound of a radio being tuned is audible) Spironi: What in the name of Mary is this. Mabel: Hello? Is there anyone else in there? Tuning sound is present for a short while longer, until Vice President Gore's voice is audible again. SCP-4444: Wonder nuts. Name of Garber Gore. Presented? Spironi: Huh? Mabel: Hello there, my name is Director Mabel, and we- SCP-4444: Well hang on now Garber, I haven't done proper introductions yet. SCP-4444: Nefariousness! Falacy uptake the nonsense. Garber Gore accounted. Identification whereon the other? Mabel: I think he wants your name, Spironi. Spironi: I, uh, I'm Adam Spironi. SCP-4444: (Sighs) Well boys, I suppose the ole cat is out of the bag. Seems like I've got an unintended traveler through this thing called life. This is Garber, last name Gore. He's taken up residence in the ole dome here, see. Mabel: When did you first encounter this being? SCP-4444: Incandescence! Illustriousness! Indeterminable! SCP-4444: Well, let's see. It was just a few nights ago, I believe. I had just turned in for the night when I heard someone talking in my room. I turned the light on, you know, and Tipper wasn't there but I still kept hearing this voice. Turns out it was my buddy Garber here, tuning in to my brain. Spironi: Is it making you talk like that? SCP-4444: I think ole Garber doesn't really see things like you and me. He just sort of gets his meaning across and it sounds all funny. He's a real funny dude. Very peculiar. Spironi: Yeah, seems like it. Mabel: Mr. Vice President, do you believe you’re experiencing any changes in thought, or mood? Any sort of psychological or emotional shifts at all? SCP-4444: You know, I think maybe? Ever since Garber set up shop here in my head, there’s definitely a union going on there. Sometimes it’s hard to tell where the line between Al and Garber is, you know? We’re like best friends, lifelong pals. (Laughs) It’s sort of funny, you know, I hadn’t actually considered running or anything. But Garber is very persuasive. Mabel: Garber, what is your purpose for being here on Earth? SCP-4444: Mindthink the sustenance of Garber! Salacious desire undertaking encouragement. Downsize the conquest. Strongest most strong. Garber Gore presented misunderstanding. Strongest misunderstanding "Vice" unequated. Goofy unnecessarity for implementation Garber Gore on the think-stem. Improvement situational by majority gathering selectors the vote. Garber Gore succeed presidential, encouragement arrival the greater Garber. Spironi: What the fuck does any of that mean. SCP-4444: Well, I think ole Garber here is trying to say he had a bit of a mix up. He got confused, you see - he wanted to drop himself in the noggin of the most powerful man on the planet and got me and Bill mixed up. I told him I was flattered, you know, but that he really had the wrong man. I don't think Garber can just pop on out of my brain here though, so he's decided- that is to say, we’ve decided- that we're going to run for president in 2000. SCP-4444: Incongruous. Mabel: Unfortunately, that won't be possible. We're going to need to bring you in to our facility for additional observation, Mr. Gore, and- Spironi: Well now hang on there Alex, this man is the sitting Vice President of the United States. You can't just whisk him away to one of your doo-diddle sites somewhere for probing of the rectum or whatever sort of homo shit you get into there. Mabel: Spironi, he's got an alien spike embedded in the back of his skull. Spironi: And he's needed for important government work. It's just unworkable. Mabel: He's the Vice President, Spironi. Give me a break. Spironi: (Pauses) Alright, well, fair, but- SCP-4444: I'm sorry to interrupt here gentlemen, but unfortunately there's really no way about it. Garber and I will run in 2000, and there's not much you can do to slow me down. Garber here doesn't seem to operate fully in the three dimensions you and I know, so anytime he wants we can just float right on out of here like some sort of ghostly balloon. I wouldn’t tempt him, either - I can tell he’s got a real itchy trigger finger in there. Mabel: You know we can't allow that. SCP-4444: Well, then I guess you better scoot on out of here get to thinking, because ole Al is fixing to roll on up to the big chair. Spironi: Well shit. [END LOG] Addendum 4444.3: Joint Foundation/UIU Deliberations The following is a transcript of a meeting at the Pentagon between several high-ranking members of the Federal Bureau of Investigation’s UIU, as well as members of the Foundation's regional leadership. The meeting was called due to the high threat SCP-4444 or its anomalous properties would be discovered by the public. Internal Audio Recording Transcript In Attendance: U.S. Federal Bureau of Investigation Director Louis J. Freeh U.S. Federal Bureau of Investigation Special Projects Manager Dr. Ophelia Clark U.S. Federal Bureau of Investigation Unusual Incidents Unit Director Winston Bishop U.S. Federal Bureau of Investigation Unusual Incidents Unit Assistant Director Howard Dean U.S. Army General James Roland SCP Foundation Regional Director Dr. Sophia Light SCP Foundation Director of Personnel Elias Shaw SCP Foundation Assistant Director of Public Awareness Dr. Jeremiah Cimmerian SCP Foundation Director of Occult Technologies Dr. Kain Pathos Crow SCP Foundation Acting Director of Occult Studies Alto Clef [SCP] Director Light: Let's get started. Director Freeh, thank you for joining us. [FBI] Director Freeh: A pleasure. We just want to get this resolved as quickly as possible. [SCP] Director Light: As do we. Now - as you all may know, we spent some time at Vice President Gore's home this last week, trying to work out the details of how we might get him out of the situation he's in. I'll uh- refer to my Director of Occult Technologies about the progress we made there. [SCP] Director Crow: Yes, wonderful, thank you Director. We've been looking into- [FBI] Clark: That is a talking dog. [SCP] Director Crow: Quite! Now, as I was saying. We've been looking into the entity that has affixed itself to the back of the Vice President's head, and I'll say - it is a cheeky bastard. These sort of incorporeals always are - Agent Clef can second me on this matter. Silence. [SCP] Clef: Oh, what, me? [SCP] Director Crow: Yes yes, of course you Alto. Do us the service of telling us what your team has learned about this entity. [SCP] Clef: Alright, well, uh- (rifles through a folder full of paperwork) it's a motherfucker, that's for sure. Impossible to interact with physically due to its structure, which exists within many parallel dimensions simultaneously, that we can tell. It doesn't interact with the world like we do - we don't think it can see - it's just got those those vent things on the outside of it and no way we can tell of perceiving a three dimensional world. Hell, even those are probably just for, uh, just for decoration, or something. [FBI] Asst. Director Dean: For… decoration? [SCP] Clef: Yeah man, it's fucked. So we did some looking at the Vice President's brain, and suffice to say that it's really all sorts of messed up back there where the entity comes into contact with it. It's not his brain that's a problem really, just the sort of space inside his head is all akimbo. (Pauses) I mean, he's fine. Like, he's still all there. His personality hasn't changed too bad or anything - he's just got an alien living in there too. [SCP] Director Crow: Indeed! So, my team has been developing some technology that we might use to yank that screw right out of the Vice President's head. This, uh, let me see here- (fumbles with a projector remote) -yes, wonderful, okay. This is an Incorporeal Entity Vacuum Chamber, you see, sort of a new design for us. We've had some good luck with containing all sorts of incorporeal entities in this bad boy, including a number of ghouls and what-have-you. It is a promising technology. [SCP] Clef: The downside is that, when you put things that aren't ghosts in there, they explode. (Uncertain murmuring.) [SCP] Director Crow: Yes, well, when you put it that way Alto, there are still considerations to be had there. [FBI] Director Bishop: Look, we're not interested in blowing up the Vice President. If we wanted to do that, we'd just do it. Do we know anything about this creature's intentions? What does it want? [SCP] Asst. Director Cimmerian: Yes, actually. In our dealings with the Vice President and with the SCP-4444 entity, we've determined that it intends to run for the office of President of the United States. [USA] General Roland: My god, this is it, isn’t it? It's the invasion. It's the invasion, I knew it. We've been preparing for this for years. [SCP] Asst. Director Cimmerian: I- hmm. No, not necessarily the way you're probably imagining. The entity claims to be part of a swarm of similar extradimensional entities, some greater collective, that go from planet to planet, using the thoughts of the populace as food, and then leaving once the greenhouse gases they produce hotbox the planet. [FBI] Director Freeh: So why aren't they just doing that? [SCP] Director Light: These entities don’t appear to understand the extent of their abilities, or even that they’re incorporeal, so much of what we could consider their “culture” is based on a misunderstanding that they are somehow weaker than corporeal beings because they don’t properly differentiate between the two. The entity has made it clear that they don't want to arrive on a planet until they've got one of their own positioned into the most powerful single creature on that planet, because otherwise that entity and the native inhabitants of the planet could annihilate them. Maybe this has happened to them at some point in the past. Regardless, we currently believe they think that person is President Clinton. [FBI] Director Bishop: But that position is about to be open. [SCP] Director Light: Precisely. We're going to continue to let Dr. Crow and his team work on finding a way to remove that thing from the Vice President's skull, but in the meantime our best bet might just be to support his opposition in the upcoming election. We think if we can make Vice President Gore unelectable, then the entities may just pass over us, thinking we’re too dangerous of a threat, and our nail in Mr. Gore's head might leave on its own. [USA] General Roland: Good lord - you're talking about undermining the very essence of American democracy! That's unspeakable. [SCP] Clef: If you think this is the first time we've fucked with your elections, I've got some bad news for you there bub. [FBI] Director Bishop: So why not just rig the election? You seem to have the resources necessary to do so - why not just declare someone else the winner? [SCP] Director Light: That’s nice of you to think so, but the fact is that rigging an election on this scale without somebody finding out and alerting the press is an unacceptable risk. There are too many moving parts, even if we only targeted a few swing states. As dangerous as leaving the SCP-4444 entity uncontained is, trying to swing the election in favor of another candidate through brute force might reveal us entirely. We have resources, but we’re not omnipotent. [SCP] Asst. Director Cimmerian: We'll need to be put in contact with Governor Bush's campaign, but we can start rolling out disinformation before the end of the week. Silence. [SCP] Asst. Director Cimmerian: Is something wrong? [FBI] Director Freeh: I imagine it hasn't hit the papers just yet. Governor Bush was shot last night. He was hunting and caught a stray bullet right above the ear. The swelling put pressure on his brain, and he was done before they got him to a hospital. [SCP] Director Light: God, he's dead? [FBI] Director Freeh: No - he's still breathing, but you know - nobody's home. They're saying it's brain death - they'll likely pull him off the ventilator here in a few hours. They're just waiting for his family to fly in. I imagine we'll hear an announcement from them soon. [SCP] Director Light: That's so unfortunate. (Pauses) But he is still breathing, right? [FBI] Director Freeh: I- yes? [SCP] Director Light: So his body's still working? Like, all the bits are still functional? [FBI] Director Freeh: I mean, yes - but I don't know how this is relevant to- [SCP] Director Light: I think… I think I know how we're going to oppose the Vice President's campaign. Silence. [SCP] Director Shaw: Oh no you fucking don't. [END LOG] Addendum 4444.4: Filed Internal Complaints Regarding SCP-4444’s Ongoing Containment Procedures Foundation Department of Personnel Resources Official Complaint Form Remember! When filling out this form, try to be as professional as possible! The use of libelous or profane language is not acceptable in official documents, and will be removed from the final submission. Be concise as possible, and address your concerns fully! Complaint Recipient: Foundation Ethics Committee / Site Director’s Council / North American Regional Command / Sophia [EXPLETIVE] Light / The [EXPLETIVE] Overseer Council for all I [EXPLETIVE] care Complaint Originator: Elias Complaint Title: what the [EXPLETIVE] you [EXPLETIVE] Yeah hi guys, it’s Elias. I don’t know who [EXPLETIVE] passed the [EXPLETIVE] vote to let this remarkable [EXPLETIVE] travesty take place, but it’s not going to [EXPLETIVE] fly. I let you do the [EXPLETIVE] monkey thing because it was funny, but this [OBSCENE METAPHOR] is not. A [EXPLETIVE] million look-alikes in the world and your best laid plan is to [OBSCENE EUPHEMISM] me into the corpse of some [EXPLETIVE] rancho [EXPLETIVE] yee-haw go get-em cowgirl [DEROGATORY NAME FOR A POLITICIAN]. How the [EXPLETIVE] would you like it if somebody knocked you the [EXPLETIVE] out and you woke up smelling like [EXPLETIVE] cheap beer and [OBSCENE EUPHEMISM]? Pretty [EXPLETIVE] horrible, I’d imagine. That sure would [EXPLETIVE] suck, wouldn’t it? You know I can’t even take a [EXPLETIVE]? Sit down on the john and squeeze and no [CREATIVE USE OF DESCRIPTORS APPROXIMATING AN OBSCENE DESCRIPTION OF FECES] comes out. They had to put a pump in there just to squeeze the [EXPLETIVE] out. My [EXPLETIVE] doesn’t work, I constantly smell like [EXPLETIVE], and Lament is getting his [EXPLETIVE] off because he says I look like a chimpanzee. [EXPLETIVE] him, and [EXPLETIVE] you. How about this for an idea. Next time one of you [LONG STRING OF EXPLETIVES] eggheads gets it in your [EXPLETIVE] thick skulls that you’ve got something clever in the works, take that and [CREATIVE USE OF SLANG, METAPHOR, ALLUSION AND EUPHEMISM APPROXIMATING OBSCENITY] and see if they have to put a pump in you to push it out. I bet it probably wouldn’t help. Yours truly, Get [EXPLETIVE], Elias P.S. and if Sophia has to read this, you can tell her she can [OBSCENE METAPHOR]. Addendum 4444.5: Presidential Race Disinformation Campaigns Before it could be announced that Governor George W. Bush had passed away from damage done to his brain, Foundation and Bureau operatives collected the body and moved it to a Foundation medical center, where the damaged parts of the brain could be restored. After the treatment was complete, SCP-963 was applied to the brain-dead body of Governor Bush. As expected, Director Shaw assumed the form of Governor Bush. Afterwards, with the 2000 United States Presidential Race now in full swing5, the Foundation's Department of Public Disinformation began drafting methods to discredit Vice President Gore during the campaign. Attached is a list of some of those methods, the majority of which were discarded. DISINFORMATION CAMPAIGN PROPOSAL 4444-23 Codename: Tarbelly Proposal: Create Disinformation that accuses Vice President Gore of poisoning the water in a small third-world town or village out of spite. Can also be upgraded to a larger third-world town or small American suburb, if necessary. Status: Rejected - No towns with reasonably convincing poisoned water supplies. DISINFORMATION CAMPAIGN PROPOSAL 4444-26 Codename: Porky Proposal: Create altered images implying that Vice President Gore once engaged in sexual relations with a pig. Uncertain whether larger or smaller pigs would generate a more negative response. Status: Rejected - No farm experience as a child; additionally, photo-editing methods are insufficient to create a believable image of the Vice President engaging in sexual relations with a pig. DISINFORMATION CAMPAIGN PROPOSAL 4444-51 Codename: Star Wars Proposal: Produce disinformation that Vice President Gore both believes in and believes he has communicated with a space alien. Status: Rejected - Due to the sensitive nature of Vice President Gore's anomaly, it was determined that a disinformation campaign so closely linked to the truth would be ill-fated. DISINFORMATION CAMPAIGN PROPOSAL 4444-76 Codename: The Other Monica Proposal: Produce disinformation that Vice President Gore was in actuality the individual involved in the Clinton sex scandal, and that Monica Lewinsky was brought in to take the fall for the illicit affair. Status: Accepted - On a 5-4 vote, a Containment Committee Special Proposals Board approved a plan to introduce information to discredit Vice President Gore by insinuating he had been involved in a homosexual love affair with President Bill Clinton. This information was leaked just before the incident now known as the September Debate, unwittingly leading to what nearly became the largest breach of informational security in modern Foundation history. Addendum 4444.6: The September Debate While Director Crow's teams continued working on technology to allow them to interact with the incorporeal SCP-4444, Director Shaw (posing as Governor Bush) and SCP-4444 (interacting through Vice President Gore) agreed to an early debate, one immediately before the three primary October debates. In reality, the debate was set up by Foundation personnel in order to control the environment in which the candidates would be debating, in order to assure that any potential information security risks could be managed. The debate was held at the Plainfield Christian Church in Plainfield, Indiana. Journalist Jim Lehrer6 was brought in to moderate the debate. The video stream from the debate was set on a three minute delay, to account for possible anomalous disruptions throughout the broadcast. The following is the full transcript of the video recording of this event. Moderator Jim Lehrer enters the auditorium, waving briefly at the assembled crowd. The audience stands and applauds. After a moment, they return to their seats. Lehrer: Hello everyone, and thank you for coming out to tonight’s Crossroads of America town hall debate, sponsored by the Eli Lilly Corporation, between the Republican candidate for President- (pauses for applause) -George W. Bush of Texas- (pauses for additional applause) -and the Democratic nominee, Vice President Al Gore (pauses for applause). Tonight’s debate will be structured like this - we will be selecting members of the audience to come up towards the stage to one of these two microphones here, and addressing their questions to the candidates directly. We ask that nobody take more than fifteen seconds to ask their questions, after which the candidate they have addressed will have three minutes to respond. The other candidate will have one minute of rebuttal. My job is to keep things moving. Lehrer: Now, without further ado, Governor George W. Bush and Vice President Al Gore! Both men walk across the stage from different sides. The crowd stands and applauds. This continues for several seconds, until the stage manager calls for the crowd to be seated. Lehrer: Mr. Vice President, Mr. Governor, welcome to beautiful Plainfield, Indiana. Thank you for being here with us. SCP-4444: Yes, and thank you, Jim. A real pleasure to be here. Director Shaw: Yes, (snickers) thank you Jim. Thank you more, in fact. Light laughter from the audience. SCP-4444 glances at Director Shaw and rolls his eyes. Lehrer: Let’s start with our first question. Go ahead and tell us your name, and who your question is for. Woman at mic: Hi, yeah, my name is Stacy Schrugel, and my question is for the Vice President. In the primaries you talked a lot about your leadership abilities and your experience in the White House. What do you think makes you a more capable leader than Governor Bush? Lehrer: Three minutes, Mr. Vice President. SCP-4444: (Stands) Well that’s a great question Jim, and Stacy, I’d like to thank you for asking it. Over the last eight years I’ve experienced numerous struggles while working as a member of the executive branch. It’s been my honor to do so, but I also learned a lot from that. Specifically, I learned that you need a cool head in the Oval Office to ensure America’s interests are protected, as are the interesting compliances whereabout matter in complacencies and troglodyte hernias. Slight murmuring from the crowd. Lehrer raises an eyebrow, while Director Shaw raises both. SCP-4444: When you see someone sitting in that chair, you want to know for sure that they’re the best ambivalent vicarious corncrake caliper available for the job. And you can be sure that a vote for Garber Gore is an understandimated vote for respectability, neutrality, lamp posts. (Sits back down, seemingly satisfied with his response.) More murmuring from the crowd. Director Shaw appears to be holding back laughter. Lehrer turns towards him. Lehrer: Uh… I see. Governor Bush, your response? Director Shaw: (Stands) Heh, I think what my tongue-tied opponent here is trying to say is that you want the best man for the job in that chair. America, I am the best man for that job. I’ve run a clean ship down in Texas - no funny business. We take care of our own, and protect the things that matter the most to Texans. Does that mean we put retards in the chair sometimes? (Shrugs) Maybe. Maybe it does mean that. Maybe it means we burn through gas like an eighty-year-old smoker in an iron lung does with her Parliaments. It’s like my pappy always said, you gotta scramble some eggs if you want to make an omelette - and oh baby, do we scramble some eggs. Lock em in there and let em fry, heh heh. Concerned murmuring from the crowd. Members of the crowd begin to look around the room. Lehrer laughs nervously. Director Shaw: I’ll tell you one thing though- Lehrer: Mr. Governor, your time is- Director Shaw: (Interrupting) -there’s two things that ain’t gonna be in my White House. The first is communists. We broke the red menace ten years ago, and we ain’t gonna be inviting her back. The second, is secretary-fuckers. In a Bush White House, you can know for damn sure we’re only fucking one things - our wives, aggressively. And the retards, of course, but you know what they say, you can take the boy out of Texas, but you can’t take the Texas out of the boy. Heh heh. Crowd gives a half-hearted applause; numerous members of the audience are beginning to look around with uncertainty. Camera pans back to Lehrer. In the back of the frame, a person in a grey pantsuit (Foundation Regional Assistant Director Tilda Moose) is seen furiously gesturing at Director Shaw, who seems to not notice. Lehrer: Alright, well… okay, so… let’s uh- let’s move on to our next question- yes, you there, go ahead and give us your name and- Agent Calloway:7 Yeah, this question is for Vice President Gore, I’m- Lehrer: Excuse me, the next question needs to be for the Governor- Agent Calloway: -a writer for the Post, and at the conclusion of this event we’re going to be dropping a story about how it was actually you under that desk instead of Monica Lewinsky- A gasp is heard throughout the crowd. Agent Calloway: -and that you and “President Clinton” framed that girl to cover your illicit love affair - is this true? Director Shaw: You know Jim, I’d also really love to hear the answer to this question. Lehrer: Now that’s not- SCP-4444: Now hang on one gosh-darn minute there George, is this some kind of setup? I didn’t have anything to do with the events you’re- Agent Calloway: One minute there Mr. Vice President, because if you’ll see here I have photographic evidence of this illicit behaviour. You’ll note you there, down on your knees, and- SCP-4444: Well that’s just preposterous, I wouldn’t ever- Director Shaw: I dunno Al, (snickers) that looks pretty convincing to me. SCP-4444: Now you just- Loud, angry vocalizations from the crowd. Several fights break out. Cameras keep rolling. Director Shaw: Here’s what I’ll ask ya’ll, America. Do you want to see a strong man in the chair, or a weak man under it? SCP-4444: I- (inaudible over the sound of the audience) Director Shaw: Heh heh. All part of the plan, boys. I call that my strategery. Got 'em. A chair is thrown onto the stage from off-screen. Assistant Director Moose is seen attempting to rush the stage, but is held back by the audience that has become belligerent and aggressive towards each other. A few members of the audience try to come on-stage, but Foundation security personnel intercept them. SCP-4444 is seen looking around the room in despair. Jim Lehrer appears to be hiding behind his chair as more objects are thrown on-stage by the crowd. Director Shaw snickers at his seat. SCP-4444 casting a dark spell on the audience while moderator Jim Lehrer and Director Shaw look on. The space above the audience begins to distort. SCP-4444’s eyes glow brightly, and suddenly members of the audience start to change shape. SCP-4444 stands, waving its arms above its head. SCP-4444: Garber unacceptable addition convention terraform unto dark magicianship! Spell! Spell! Members of the crowd begin to rush the exits, many of which are now blocked by the elongated forms of other members of the audience. SCP-4444: Gregarious enchant the manatee! Vex papyrus in the dust! Conflagration imitate the date, and diphosphorus cacophony. I am a serious candidate gosh darn it, and I demand to demonstrate diversified intersection atmosphere! SCP-4444 takes its seat, seemingly satisfied with its response. The doors to the room are thrown open, and both Foundation and FBI operatives swarm the stage. Outside, helicopters are audible as several task forces descend upon the church. SCP-4444 leaps over the desk and runs towards the wall. SCP-4444: Spruce goose vamoose! Garber Gore elected in superfluous agreement! SCP-4444 disappears through the wall. As it does, the ceiling above the room explodes as charges are set off, and more Bureau agents descend through it on grapples. As the audience begins to change back into their original human forms, a group of agents (including Assistant Director Moose) are seen grabbing Director Shaw and ushering him quickly off stage. The situation comes under control, and the broadcast ends. During the events of the September Debate, when it became clear that Director Shaw was not cooperating with expected procedure, the majority of broadcasts were shut down. One smaller station8, however, continued broadcasting throughout. A cover story of technical difficulties at the event was given to all cancelled broadcasts, and a massive coverup began for those households who had watched the entirety of the filmed event. Class A amnestics were given to all suspected viewers. Additional amnestics had to be given in to those in the path of SCP-4444, who ran unimpeded by obstacles all the way from the debate site to a barn in western Ohio where it hid in an upper loft for three days before being convinced to come down. Afterwards, Director Shaw was disciplined by the Ethics Committee for his actions during the debate, as was the special committee that approved the disinformation campaign. Members of the Republican campaign committee approached the Vice President’s team and agreed to strict rules for all upcoming debates, which SCP-4444 was willing to agree to9. After Director Shaw met with a Disciplinary Committee consisting of Regional Director Light, Assistant Director Moose, Director Holland, Director Mann, Director Wilson, and Assistant Director Amon, he too agreed to terms regarding the October debates. Addendum 4444.7: Television Ads While SCP-4444’s eccentric speech patterns and unusual behaviour was able to be mitigated during debates through the use of video and audio editing, its campaign (staffed in part by undercover members of the UIU) began releasing ads on television stations around the country. While many of these ads were of no consequence, several of them were aggressively eccentric and breached information security, and were not allowed to run on public stations. However, in order to satisfy SCP-4444’s desire to see them run, satellite televisions were installed on the Vice President’s HQ bus, through which undercover agents would play tapes of the removed ads instead of regular between-program advertisements.10 SCP-4444 in one of many cancelled television advertisements. 2000 Democratic Campaign Committee Targeted Television Advertisement A pastoral scene comes into frame. A guitar plays softly in the background. The scene transitions to a fence, resting against which is Vice President Gore. SCP-4444: Hello America. My name is Al Gore, your Vice President. Scene changes, and a farm appears in the background. The Vice President walks into the frame. SCP-4444: What you see behind me is a farm. There are many like it on our planet. This farm has cows in it. Have you ever seen a cow? Camera pans right slightly. A cow is standing near SCP-4444. SCP-4444: This is a cow. And this cow can produce a thousand tons of methane every year. That methane is what’s called a “greenhouse gas”, and if enough of it gets into the atmosphere, it’s lights out for the planet. Scene cuts dramatically to SCP-4444 standing behind the cow. A large plastic bag has been taped to the rear-end of the cow. SCP-4444: Did you know that there are some creatures out there that can double, or quintuple that output? In a day? It’s more true than you think. And some of those creatures might be living here, right on Earth, very soon. SCP-4444 slaps the back end of the cow, causing it to jump and run out of frame. SCP-4444 laughs. SCP-4444: So tape up the anuses of your cows, so that harmful methane can’t get into the atmosphere. Everyone needs to do their part to offset these greenhouse gases, so that if any other hypothetical creatures come here that create much more of those gases, the Earth can hang on a little longer before dying. Scene changes to SCP-4444 smiling at the camera, arms folded. A cow with a plastic bag taped over its rear end is seen eating in the field behind SCP-4444. SCP-4444: My name is Al Gore, and fledgling nocturne annihilism fellow Garber Gore, and we want to tape American bags over American cow anuses. Camera pans out towards a field of cows with bags taped on their rear ends, and then fades to black. A cat featured in one of SCP-4444's campaign ads. 2000 Democratic Campaign Committee Targeted Television Advertisement SCP-4444 does not appear on screen. Instead, the entirety of the ad is a slow zoom in on a sleeping cat. SCP-4444 Voiceover: Gregarious. My collared addition designated Garber Gore. (Pauses) Cat. Pauses. SCP-4444 Voiceover: You know what’s in style nowadays? Cats. Also - shaving the back of your head. Pauses. SCP-4444 Voiceover: Monks did it once. Garber Gore expectations upon man to disinfect point disparity the population approaches. Pauses. SCP-4444 Voiceover: Shave those heads. For America. Pauses. SCP-4444 Voiceover: Shave em, buster. Fade to black. Addendum 4444.8: Global Occult Coalition Inquiries Throughout the election of 2000 and during the establishment of initial containment procedures for SCP-4444, rumors began circulating in paranormal investigative groups that the Vice President was possessed by a demon. Several of these groups, namely the fledgling "Knights of Truth" internet-based paranormal truther group, began circulating a number of conspiracy theories regarding the Vice President. These included: Vice President Al Gore is an alien, Vice President Al Gore is carrying an alien child, Vice President Al Gore was seen flying over Minneapolis wearing nothing but black dress socks11, Vice President Al Gore is a non-specific ghost or apparition, Vice President Al Gore is the ghost of Rutherford B. Hayes, Vice President Al Gore was a ghost, but then possessed the body of Al Gore and is no longer a ghost, Vice President Al Gore has spectral ties to a psychic terrorist group living in Pakistan, Vice President Al Gore is neither an alien nor a ghost, but is instead a shapeshifter from Mars, Vice President Al Gore is Bigfoot, Vice President Al Gore is the ghost of Bigfoot, Vice President Al Gore is the ghost of an alien Bigfoot. Due to the abundance of conspiracy theories and potential sightings reported during the early days of 2000, the Unusual Incidents Unit was contacted on several occasions by ranking members of the Global Occult Coalition, who were concerned about the potential anomalous nature of the Vice President. A transcript of one of these calls is below. Federal Bureau of Investigation Unusual Incidents Unit [UIU] Agent Montoya: FBI special request line, this is Ronaldo. [GOC] Gen. Noriega: Good morning, Ronaldo, it's General Noriega at the United Nations. [UIU] Agent Montoya: Good morning, General. I don't believe we were expecting to hear from you this morning. [GOC] Gen. Noriega: No, no, you weren't. This is just a courtesy call - nothing business related. [UIU] Agent Montoya: Of course, what can I help you with? [GOC] Gen. Noriega: Look, I'll be straight with you Ronaldo. I may have lied about this not being business. See, we've been hearing some pretty unsettling things coming out of Washington about this election, and well, we've just got some concerns. I was hoping you'd be able to clear some of these up. [UIU] Agent Montoya: Absolutely. We haven't had any reports of paranormal activity in Washington recently, so this should be quick. [GOC] Gen. Noriega: Yeah, see… that's the thing. It's not really Washington, Ronaldo, it's the Vice President. [UIU] Agent Montoya: Vice President Gore, sir? [GOC] Gen. Noriega: Yes, that's the one. See, we have some concerns. [UIU] Agent Montoya: About the Vice President? [GOC] Gen. Noriega: The very same. We have some concerns that he might be, in some way, affiliated with some sort of demonic presence, or supernatural ghoul. [UIU] Agent Montoya: Hmmmm. That's certainly concerning. [GOC] Gen. Noriega: You understand, now, why we're concerned. [UIU] Agent Montoya: I do, yes. But there's no need for concern, General. We haven't detected any sort of unusual activity surrounding the Vice President recently. [GOC] Gen. Noriega: Really? None at all? [UIU] Agent Montoya: None at all. [GOC] Gen. Noriega: Hmmmm. That's just so strange, because I'm looking right now in my hand at a picture of the Vice President, and I'll be honest, it looks like he's got a real supernatural look about him. [UIU] Agent Montoya: Supernatural, sir? [GOC] Gen. Noriega: The very same. A real queer visage, if you understand my meaning. See, in this picture I have, the Vice President appears to be floating out of the wall of a second story room at his house. I'd call that queer, myself. [UIU] Agent Montoya: Very queer. I haven't seen this picture - that would be something to see. But we haven't seen anything about the Vice President walking through walls, sir. [GOC] Gen. Noriega: Now hang on one second - you mean to tell me you haven't heard or seen anything peculiar about the Vice President? Not even about how he's in league with a nefarious group of wall-walkers? [UIU] Agent Montoya: Do you think the Vice President can walk through walls, General? [GOC] Gen. Noriega: I- now hang on again, I didn't say that. I'm just asking about queer business, Ronaldo. [UIU] Agent Montoya: You just make it sound like you think the Vice President can walk through walls. [GOC] Gen. Noriega: Well, not necessarily, but I mean, I have this picture, and- [UIU] Agent Montoya: Have you seen the Vice President walk through any walls, General Noriega? [GOC] Gen. Noriega: Well no, but- [UIU] Agent Montoya: Has anyone you know and trust seen the Vice President walk through any walls? [GOC] Gen. Noriega: Probably not, but- [UIU] Agent Montoya: General Noriega, where did you find that picture? Silence. [UIU] Agent Montoya: General? [GOC] Gen. Noriega: Alright, fine, we found it on the internet. We've just been hearing all this unsavory business about the Vice President, and when we saw this shit we figured we had to look into it, alright? I said this was just a courtesy call - not official business. Come on now, Ronaldo, give me a break. (Scoffs) Like I would think the Vice President can walk through walls. I never said that, remember. Nor would I, that's preposterous. [UIU] Agent Montoya: Agreed, sir. [GOC] Gen. Noriega: Alright, well. Good talking to you, Ronaldo. Keep us posted if you see any unusual activity. [UIU] Agent Montoya: Of course, sir. [GOC] Gen. Noriega: Very good. (Pauses) Good day. [UIU] Agent Montoya: Goodbye, sir. [CALL ENDS] Addendum 4444.9: November 7th, 2000 On November 7th, 2000, citizens across America began casting their votes for the Presidency of the United States. Early polls showed a slight advantage for Governor Bush, which almost immediately evaporated after major news networks declared Florida to Vice President Gore. Foundation agents across the country began enacting emergency protocols, attempting to disrupt voting while maintaining discretion. The majority of these attempts failed, as there simply were not enough agents available to maintain these efforts. Shortly before 8pm EST, after major networks announced that Vice President Gore had taken Florida, a contingency plan was enacted, codenamed "RED VELVET", that would hopefully ensure the ongoing survival of the human race, should the Vice President win the election. The following telephone conversation took place between O5-2, Director Freeh of the FBI, and Regional Director Light. [FBI] Freeh: So we're decided, then. [SCP] O5-2: Yes. The Council has made its determination. After everything that has happened, this may be our only opportunity to make a move. [FBI] Freeh: How do we know the other entities won't see through our attempts? What if they just send another one of those things down here to supplant the next president? [SCP] Light: We have precautions against that, now. We've installed Director Crow's vacuum nullifiers - just like the one we have set up at the Democratic campaign headquarters - near enough to all major world leaders that we shouldn't expect any of them to slip through - especially if they're targeting American officials. [FBI] Freeh: And you're going to handle the disinformation? [SCP] Light: We are. A gas leak at the hotel should hide the grittier details, and our crews will clean up the mess. [FBI] Freeh: Are you even sure your device will work? You talk about these vacuum nullifiers like you've used them before. [SCP] O5-2: It'll work. [FBI] Freeh: Alright. Fuck me, I had hoped we wouldn't have to do this. I'm not going to pretend like we haven't iced public officials before, but on the night they're elected President? This is bold - even for you. And if it doesn't work- [SCP] O5-2: We prepare for doomsday. We're already watching the skies. [FBI] Freeh: This is horrible. [SCP] Light: I know, and we wouldn't if- hang on. [FBI] Freeh: What? [SCP] Light: Do you have your TV on? [FBI] Freeh: Yeah why? (Indistinct shouting in the background) [SCP] Light: Oh my- he's coming back. He's coming back! [SCP] O5-2: What? What do you mean? [SCP] Light: Oh my god! Oh my- oh shit, we're filling the basement of that hotel with gas- gotta go! As the results in Florida began to swing back towards Governor Bush, Foundation and Bureau agents rushed to the Florida panhandle to ensure the authenticity of those results. At the same time, several agents were dispatched with amnestics to the Democratic campaign headquarters, in the event that SCP-4444 lashed out in an anomalous way. Doctor Elias Shaw, celebrating his victory in the 2000 US Presidential Election. After two days of recount, with the Florida vote being too close to call, it was determined that George W. Bush had won the election, despite a massive disparity in the popular vote. Despite expectations that there would be some kind of anomalous outburst by SCP-4444 in the wake of the results, neither the entity nor Vice President Gore exhibited any sign of unusual activity throughout the entire affair, with the Vice President eventually conceding defeat after several weeks of legal battle. In a letter he wrote to George W. Bush shortly after conceding defeat, the Vice President said the following: I'll admit, George, I really thought I had you there at the end. Sometimes you get in your head the way you think things should be, and you forget that just thinking something doesn't make it real. I wanted this more than anything else in the world for a long time, and would've given just about anything to have it. For a time, I would've thought the stars themselves were behind me. But I recognize the reality of things, George, and I trust that you'll do right by the office and right by this great country. I don't know if I'd do things differently, or if I'd have preferred to not have the alien in my head, but at the end of the day we are who we are and time marches on. You have a long road ahead of you, so I won't take up any more of your time. As for me, I think I'm going to take some time off. Maybe see the world for a while. That cow ad really got me thinking, too - do you know how much greenhouse gas the United States produces? It's unreasonable George, really it is. I hope you address it. I think I'm going to address it, too. Because it's just too much, George. Those goddamn cows really don't know what they're getting into. Yours truly, Al and Garber Since this statement, Al Gore has not publicly addressed SCP-4444, nor has he publicly displayed any unusual anomalous behaviour. Due to SCP-4444 still being visible under infrared, Mr. Gore has agreed to wear either clothing or an IR blaster that disrupts infrared photography. Addendum 4444.10: Unidentified Phone Call On the night of January 19th, 2000, a phone line originally used for undercover Foundation agents to take inquiries concerning the Republican Presidential campaign received a voicemail from an unknown individual. The individual, who has not been identified, made the call from a pay phone in Atlantic City, New Jersey. Unidentified Voice: Several secretude, ca— question mark?! Clattering noise. Unidentified Voice: Apple legos, am talkpiece hangly on the dangly. Cack! Anyhowitzer, forsoothly this, the electron collage has being fillstuffed from rim-rams to jim-jams, maximillian ballotry from Flori-deer to Flori-dare. Indeedings, Uncle Pointy am are being SEVERAL unwelcomeds, town not bigly sufficient for the bothitude of the me-include. Please am to be deposit exactly lots stranglefruits for services reindeered to das highest bidder, and how! Shrubbery Junior am the crown-snag at lasters, cack! Additional clattering noises for twenty seconds, followed by loud vocalizations. Silence until the line goes dead. Addendum 4444.11: Unexplained Television Ad The following television advertisement played once on a local television station in the Gainesville, Florida area on November 11th, 2007. SCP-4444 claims to know nothing about the ad, and further investigation into its origins is ongoing. Image of SCP-4444 in unexplained television advertisement. SCP Foundation Department of Public Disinformation Unexplained Television Broadcast SCP-4444 sits on a hill overlooking the sea. He is dressed entirely in denim. Gulls are heard in the background. SCP-4444 does not turn to look at the camera. SCP-4444 Voiceover: Have you ever wanted it all to just endorse one's diaspora of calamity upon originate of malfeasance? In the distance, something large drops out of the sky. SCP-4444 smiles. SCP-4444 Voiceover: I’m Al Gore, and I want to be your last American President. Footnotes 1. Named in part due to the original native meaning of the word, "between two rivers", as Ticonderoga-class objects and entities are understood to be between "contained" and "uncontained". 2. When exposed to solar radiation, SCP-4444 emits a considerable amount of carbon dioxide, methane, and nitrous oxide through these six vents. 3. SCP-4444’s abilities appear limited to living entities, and only those within line-of-sight of SCP-4444. Outside of this range, the abilities lessen until the subject has returned to normal. 4. According to SCP-4444, the mistake appears to have been a language error - the entity mistakenly believed that the word "Vice" in some way implied superiority. 5. The Foundation Containment Committee, in drafting a first revision of what would eventually become the Ticonderoga object class (originally called the “Investment-class”), determined that SCP-4444 posed a greater threat to information security if it was kept from running for President, or if the race for the Presidency was in some way tampered with, as SCP-4444 was seemingly fixed on the idea of winning the Presidency not by force, but by democratic election, and was significantly more docile when permitted to do so. It was decided that it would be allowed to campaign for the presidency, until such time that Director Crow’s team determined a method by which to extract the SCP-4444 entity from Vice President Gore’s head. 6. Who was set to moderate the October 11th debate. 7. A Foundation plant at the event. 8. An NBC affiliate out of Evansville, Indiana. 9. Additionally, SCP-4444 apologized for "casting a dark spell" over the audience, and insisted it wouldn't happen again. 10. Notably, at the conclusion of the campaign, when the bus was disassembled, several of the tapes were unaccounted for. 11. This event actually took place, though this behavior was heavily curtailed by the establishment of the Ticonderoga protocols. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4444" by djkaktus, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4444. 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-4445. Item #: SCP-4445 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4445 is contained within a modified maximum security containment housing at Area-90’s Eisenhower Complex. SCP-4445 is to be constantly monitored to ensure proper functionality of the device. Oversight of the Eisenhower Complex and SCP-4445 is currently under the direction of Operations Controller Dr. Wyatt Atwood and Systems Operations Manager Dr. Leah Vance. SCP-4445’s housing is to be closely inspected and maintained by a team of engineers, many of whom work outside the Foundation in the private and public sector and are not aware of the anomalous nature of SCP-4445. To this end, the acting disinformation campaign for SCP-4445, codenamed “McLean Protocol”, is that SCP-4445 is a piece of equipment used to perform spectral analysis on extraterrestrial mineral samples for Project Lancelot, an academic Foundation front used to recruit qualified personnel for work on SCP-4445. Per the terms of the McLean Protocol, non-Foundation personnel assigned to SCP-4445 are to be overseen by staff managers to ensure that their work does not cross into other areas of the device, to ensure that no individual becomes aware of the full scope of SCP-4445’s functionality. Non-staff personnel who become aware of SCP-4445’s true nature are to be remanded to the on-site amnestics team and returned to service as soon as possible. SCP-4445 is designed to maintain a constant Melodia/Harmonia Resonance Approximation Value (M/HRAV) of 945.2. Fluctuations in the M/HRAV output of SCP-4445 are not unusual, though excessive fluctuations1 are capable of producing causal variations and often must be addressed by Foundation disinformation teams. Due to the SCP-4445 team’s ability to better predict fluctuations in the device’s operation, the likelihood of these fluctuations resulting in a breach of informational awareness is low. Though unexpected, emergency protocols exist for instances of excessive variation in SCP-4445’s M/HRAV output. Assigned Foundation personnel are to familiarize themselves with both the Viceroy Protocol and the Aldermann Protocol, and Level 4 researchers and directors are to familiarize themselves with the Eleven-or-Below Protocol, as described in the Area-90 Emergency Procedures manual. A section of SCP-4445's Resonance Tuner Array. Description: SCP-4445 is an Adjusted “Atwood-Noriega” Causal Harmonic Resonance Amplifier, built by the Project Fleetwood team in June of 1959. SCP-4445 uses several powerful arcane and thaumatological elements to create a Melodia/Harmonia Resonance Approximation Field with a radius in excess of 240,000km. SCP-4445 is designed to reinforce the causal and conceptual manifestations of melody and harmony that constitute music. SCP-4445 is roughly 27.5m in height, and is composed of a vast and complicated array of implements designed to mimic the conditions under which the Melodia/Harmonia Resonance occurs naturally. It is fed by a geothermal power supply beneath Area-90, and is surrounded by an array of M/H Resonance tuners designed to track the fluctuations in SCP-4445’s output. Additionally, a series of long antennae run roughly 1km into the Earth below SCP-4445, and around it at regular intervals to reduce noise generated by the mechanical components of the Amplifier. Addendum 4445-1: Trinity Zero and the Development of SCP-4445 [REVISED 1/19/2004] +ACCESS ADDENDUM - HIDE ADDENDUM SCP-4445 was constructed by Foundation engineers in response to the Trinity-Zero Event that took place on February 3rd, 1959, when a plane carrying American rock and roll musicians Buddy Holly, Ritchie Valens, and J.P. “The Big Bopper” Richardson crashed near Clear Lake, Iowa, killing all three men. This event had an immediate and disastrous impact on the conceptual stability of melodic and harmonic constructs over the following weeks. The Trinity-Zero event was, in fact, the culmination of a series of drops in the universal background Melodia/Harmonia Resonance2 throughout the last several months of 1958 and the first weeks of 19593. Due to the nature of the Melodia/Harmonia Resonance failure, it was not immediately apparent to the general population that they were losing the ability to perceive music as an abstract. As Foundation disinformation campaigns began calling the date of the collapse a day of mourning, the changes in perception were either unrecognized or otherwise overlooked. The disinformation teams ran stories about “general depression” and pushed audiences worldwide to ignore the changes they were experiencing. Addendum 4445-2: Foreward by Dr. Isaac Atwood, “Project Proposal: FLEETWOOD - A General Analysis and Reconstruction of Large Scale Failure Events Concerning M/H Resonance” [REVISED 1/19/2004] +ACCESS ADDENDUM - HIDE ADDENDUM Addressed to: Dr. D. Wilmer, Dr. G Olan, Dr. Q. W. Banks, Dr. A. Bright, Dr. V. Timar, Dr. S. Garrison, Dr. L. Sasora, Director Beason, Director Lanks, Director Westwood, Director Caliban, Director Mont Blanc, Regional Director St. Luke, Regional Director Kervus, O5-1, O5-2, O5-7, O5-9, O5-11 From: Dr. Isaac Atwood, Site-10 Colleagues, I’m sure you’re all well aware of the steps being taken now to address the Trinity-Zero Event. This MK-Class Resonance Failure is both unanticipated and unprecedented. We are already seeing its effects as the general population’s interest in organized sound continues to decrease, and steps must be taken if we wish to recover. It is not unlikely that the shift in perception will be unnoticed for most people, though unemployment rates for those within the music industry will undoubtedly skyrocket as they too begin to experience the shift resulting from the Resonance Failure. This change is affecting all people at different rates, but mark my words when I say that before long all will find themselves unable to properly identify the difference between noise and music. While this is not something our team believes is life-threatening to our species as a whole, we do believe that music is something intrinsic to human nature, and the two should not be separated. We evolved over millions of years alongside the Resonance, and in time we grew into beings who could truly benefit from its gifts. And we are only in our infancy! The Resonance has allowed us the gift of more than what words could give - it has given us a true expression of the soul. A way for us to reach others and touch their hearts with the same raw emotion as our own. It is not just how we perceive music, it is our creative muse! It changes the world, and it changes us! We find that it is intolerable to suggest an existence that does not include mankind and the Resonance. The resulting mankind would be incomprehensibly different than our baseline, and we find this wholly outside the bounds of normalcy. To that end, we propose the following: the construction of a great machine that will breathe life back into the Resonance, at least so far as we can perceive it. We have already begun prototyping this device to great success, and we think scaling it up will be sufficient to return the resonance field around our planet to its baseline. Let me be clear - our plans include thaumatological elements. There is no way to step around this, the technology simply does not exist. However, utilizing elements we have recovered from raids on Fifthist sects along the West Coast, we believe that we can generate a strong enough amplifier to stand in as a surrogate resonance field, until such time that the natural field rebounds to its previous levels. You’ll find attached our schematics and a detailed plan of action. We hope you consider approving our project, before the damage that has been done is irreversible. Thank you. Addendum 4445-3: Log of Causal Abnormalities Resulting From Fluctuations in SCP-4445’s Resonance [REVISED 1/19/2004] +ACCESS ADDENDUM - HIDE ADDENDUM The following is a log of events that have taken place in correlation to SCP-4445’s fluctuations. Whether these events are the result of causal alterations or simply coincidence is the result of an ongoing investigation. ID # Event Description M/HRAV Variation Length of Variation 001 Relatively unknown hip-hop article X-Aight begins recording “No Sir”, an album that will later sell 25,000 copies and cement X-Aight’s place in the Toronto hip-hop scene. +11.4 31 hours 017 Whitney Houston sings “The Star Spangled Banner” at Super Bowl XXV. +1934 2 minutes, 15 seconds 023 Suicide bomber in Kuwait detonates near a public library, which collapses and destroys an entire catalog of rare, regional vinyl records. -49.9 8.4 seconds 064 Electronic musician “Vektroid” records and publishes the album Floral Shoppe, launching the genre of Vaporwave into the mainstream consciousness. +76.0 Fluctuation for 14 weeks. 101 May 24th, 2006. Unknown event. -54.1 4 hours. 118 Brian Meadows, lead singer of the band “Monacker”, dies in apparent overdose. -47.2 13 minutes Addendum 4445-4: Note from Dr. Isaac Atwood to Dr. Cleo Bingham [NEW REVISION] +ACCESS ADDENDUM - HIDE ADDENDUM The following note was recovered during the recovery of Dr. Cleo Bingham’s personal effects shortly after his death in 1994. Dr. Atwood had died seven years prior, and while the veracity of the penmanship has been confirmed, no other information regarding the contents of this note has ever surfaced from Dr. Atwood’s personal effects. Cleo, Thank you for responding to me so quickly. Truthfully, I wasn’t sure if you would. I know the atmosphere is difficult to navigate right now and there are eyes everywhere. I will do my best to be brief. We lied during our presentation to the Overseer Council, and I fear they have not realized it. I fear this, because in many ways I had hoped we would’ve been caught in our deceit, and then the responsibility for our folly would’ve fallen on the shoulders of another. But they did not, and so we succeeded. Our lie is this: the Resonance has not just failed, it has disappeared. The tuners we have designed to hear it no longer vibrate. The result is the same from those have attached to satellites, deep in space. This is a total collapse of the abstract construct that constitutes music. But the machine will work. We can turn it on and we will hear the music again, just as clearly as we ever did before. But they finally got me, Cleo. I swore I would make a career here without ever having to do something horrible, but we didn’t find anything in that Fifthist raid. We took something. Cut the song out of a singer’s still beating heart. I can still hear it, Cleo - I wish you would’ve gotten the chance to. It was summer and warm breezes and a blue sky all at once. It was the last pure song on this Earth and the last breath of the Resonance, and we cut it out and stitched it into our machine and told it to sing that same song. God, you should’ve heard it when we started it up. Like a sea of cellos warming up in unison. Long, drawn strokes across a bow, sweeping yarns and wide stretches of humming strings. Behind it all, the song. Magnificent. But it won’t keep playing forever. It’s just a machine, and it will wear out. We’ve made it secure - they could drop a thousand A-bombs on top of it and it wouldn’t crack the shell. But eventually it will stop playing and then there won’t be music afterwards. Can you imagine that, Cleo? Think about it for a moment. Can you imagine it? They’re saying it was Buddy Holly, you know. They think he died last, and they’ve timed the drop up with when it happened. He must have had something really special in the works, that his death killed the concept of music forever. We’ve got it on life support, but truthfully Cleo, one of these days the music is going to go out for good. There just aren't enough of us left who heard the song, and who know how the machine works. It's going to be gone; not in my lifetime, or the lifetime of anyone alive today. But there’s going to come a day when the music dies. A day when the light goes out. What happens then? Footnotes 1. Such as the 79 M/HRAV spike on March 15th, 2004 or the 114 M/HRAV dip on May 29th, 1997. 2. From Dr. Isaac Atwood’s Tracking the Physical Manifestations of Abstract Conceptualizations: “Human beings perceive sound like other animals - out of necessity. Sound alerts us to dangers or comforts and provides valuable input about the world around us. Music is an altogether different phenomenon; it is organized sound. Sound that we are able to interpret as something more than just communication, or sensory input. This is only capable because of a recently discovered phenomenon, the Melodia/Harmonia resonance. It is pressure wave - similar to sound but not audible to humans - that affects the way the brain perceives sound. How this is accomplished is unknown; it is believed that the chemistry of the subject’s brain is changed by the introduction of a subvalue pressure, altering the basic principles of the subject’s sensory input. Subjects deprived of this input do not recognize music as an abstract, and are unable to discern the difference between organized sound and other noise. 3. The first M/H Resonance tuners were designed by a team of researchers working for the Kylman Observatory in Berlin in 1954 who managed to design a device that could calculate changes in a subject’s brain activity when listening to a single note on a strummed guitar, and then compare those changes over time to read a delta in background resonance. These early tuners were fairly crude instruments, and could generally not provide more information than “higher” or “lower” values than previous readings. 4. To date, the highest single spike in output from SCP-4445.
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A copy of SCP-4446 Item #: SCP-4446 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4446 is saved on a computer originally owned by Dr. Fisher. As SCP-4446 cannot be copied or otherwise replicated without its copy losing its anomalous properties, the computer itself has to be stored and therefore named SCP-4446-A. SCP-4446-A is an otherwise normal functioning computer and does not require additional containment procedures. SCP-4446-A is stored inside a standard damp free containment container located on Site-12. Description: SCP-4446 is a 792x495 bitmap (.bmp) image of a Meißner Landschwein pig. In most cases SCP-4446 behaves as a normal .bmp file. These cases include copy and pasting, moving inside of SCP-4446-A, renaming and observing its code via any method. SCP-4446 cannot be deleted or edited. Any attempt to do so is prompted by an alert that sufficient administrative rights are needed, even if executed as an admin. Methods of bypassing this alert have so far been unsuccessful or resulted in non-anomalous duplicates of SCP-4446. The anomalous effect of SCP-4446 occurs when observing it via any image viewing software that supports zooming by mouse clicks, key binds or buttons, including photo galleries, image editing softwares, games that use SCP-4446 as a texture and browsers. SCP-4446 can possibly be zoomed into indefinitely, as SCP-4446 is fractally defined. Each pixel that would normaly make up an image is itself an image of SCP-4446, and the 'pixels' making that sub-image up, are again images of SCP-4446. These sub-images are tinted accordingly.1 Notably some of these pixels depict something else than SCP-4446, albeit still related to pigs in some way. These are mostly different breeds and species of pigs, including wild boars, various landraces, bearded pigs, SCP-████ and others as well as text concerning pigs. Zooming into a specific image (in other words any specific pixel) depicting something else than SCP-4446 will result in new sub-images being related to that specific image. See test logs for examples. Zooming into SCP-4446 takes increasingly more effort for SCP-4446-A to process. SCP-4446-A becomes too slow to properly work with after a magnitude of roughly ████. + Test Logs - Test Logs Test 1 Test 2 Test 3 Test 4 Branch: Frontview of an unidentified Meißner Landschwein Findings: Image of a pig tongue Image of a Meißner Landschwein behind a fence Image of two Meißner Landschwein eating unidentifiable food Further zooming reveals food is maize Zooming also shows text spelling 'yuck' Image of a pig carcass hanging in a butcher shop Text spelling 'pig' Text spelling 'piqpie' Image of a pie Text spelling 'delicio' Text spelling 'use' Text spelling 'piq' Text spelling 'bacon' Image of bacon Branch: Visayan warty pig (abbreviation: VWP) Findings: Image of hair similar to that of VWP Image of multiple VWP hiding inside the flakes of dandruff of said hair Another angle of the previous image Image of pig excrement Image of a VWP eating dirt Image of two VWP mating Image of a pig stomach Text spelling 'pig' Text spelling 'help' Image of an expressionless cartoon VWP holding up a sign spelling 'help' Image of the same VWP lying dead on the floor Image of the same VWP rotting on the floor Image of the same VWP's skeleton lying on the floor Image of an expressionless cartoon VWP piglet holding up a sign spelling 'help' Branch: A sleeping boar Findings: Image of a boar eating dirt Image of several boar piglets running around Image of several boar piglets sleeping Text spelling 'early' Image of two boars eating Image of a boar piglet being born Image of a boar tusk Image of several boars eating Image of a boar stomach Image of fishbones Text spelling 'yum' Text spelling 'pig' Text spelling 'piq' Branch: Dr. Fisher alongside a Meißner Landschwein Findings: Image of a Meißner Landschwein eating Image of a pig's eye Text spelling 'look' Image of Dr. Fisher's face, smiling Image of a pig snout Text spelling 'back' Image of three Meißner Landschwein standing in mud Image of a boar fighting a caveman Image of Dr. Fisher having intercourse with a Meißner Landschwein Image of Dr. Fisher's face, ecstatic Text spelling '████████ Farm' Image of Dr. Fisher's face, content Text spelling 'pig' Notes: Dr. Fisher requested the removal of these logs and permanent discontinuation of research on SCP-4446. Denied Footnotes 1. Zooming into the snout, one would normaly find some black pixels. Although from afar this is the case, the further one zooms into any such black pixel, the more it lightens up and gains color. When the sub-image covers the entire viewing field, its colors are virtually identical to the original image. Zooming out reverses this effect.
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SCP-4447: Sasha's Super Shuttle Service! Author: aismallard Image credits: website.png - Original creation of the author ring.jpeg - via Wikimedia Commons, CC-SA-3.0, by Taximes Thanks to wctaiwan, Woedenaz, and AthosNetwork for their critiques! ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} NOTICE FROM THE RECORDS, ARCHIVAL, AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION You have opted to view a range of revisions for this file. For more information on this revision or the ranged history feature, contact your RAISA liaison. Item#: 4447 Level3 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: {$disruption-class} Risk Class: {$risk-class} link to memo SCP-4447-1 Special Containment Procedures: Investigation of the primary vector for SCP-4447's effect is ongoing. Identity-masked Foundation personnel with GPS-tracking and anomalous detection equipment are to requisition SCP-4447 events for study of its properties. Undercover agents assigned into Marshall, Carter, and Dark Ltd. have been informed of SCP-4447, and are to continue to monitor the group. Description: SCP-4447 is a controllable anomalous phenomenon that enables instant teleportation between any two people on Earth. When the anomaly is activated, the individuals, including their clothing, attached equipment, and jewelry, immediately switch positions. The only known medium that offers exchange events is a website describing the service, designated SCP-4447-1. Pictures of both individuals must be uploaded, and following payment of 10,000 USD, a time 8-12 hours in the future will be displayed. Within ±3 minutes of the given time, both individuals will undergo the SCP-4447 event and swap locations. Discovery: Agents tracking GoI "Marshall, Carter, and Dark Ltd." reported rumors of a new instant-travel service. After some investigation, the URL "████████████████.onion"1 was discovered, and Foundation technical staff began analyzing the website. All client-side code was verified as non-anomalous, and Project Lead Brown gave approval for testing. Experiment Log: Experiment 4447-1 Individuals: Agent Jennifer Walsh / D-058932 Locations: Site-19 / Unknown Additional Equipment: Survival gear, water, one month of dry food, sidearm Results: Agent Walsh manifested in Shelby, Tennessee and was recovered by a nearby Foundation facility without incident. D-05893 appeared where Agent Walsh had been, and was immediately detained by security personnel. Experiment 4447-2 Individuals: Agent Richard Westrin / Agent Jonathan Nguyen Locations: Foundation aircraft over India / Foundation submarine near Oregon Additional Equipment: None Results: Both individuals switched locations instantly despite the great difference in location and altitude. Experiment 4447-3 Individuals: D-41562 / D-880723 Locations: Decommissioned phone booth, too small to hold D-88072 / Nearby holding room Additional Equipment: A 16 GB USB flash drive filled with random data. Results: D-88072 manifested in the booth successfully, but was in great pain until they were recovered. The drive carried by D-41562 was verified as having the same binary content after the switch. Next revision ⟶ Footnotes 1. .onion is the top-level domain for hidden services hosted on Tor, an anonymity network. 2. D-05893 was previously assigned to SCP-████ and escaped a few weeks prior during a containment breach. 3. D-88072 is morbidly obese. More From This Author More From This Author aismallard's Works SCPs SCP-4781 • SCP-5510 • SCP-5871 • SCP-5502 • SCP-4322 • SCP-1047-J • SCP-4853 • SCP-8998 • SCP-5900 • SCP-8019 • SCP-4339 • SCP-7558 • SCP-3597 • SCP-1294-J • SCP-5134 • Tales/GoI Formats Continuous Integration • The Heart of the Beast • The Pumpkin Mystery • Stealing Something Else • Other Meet The Staff • aismallard's personnel file • ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4447" by aismallard, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4447. 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: shopping-page-src.html, website.png Author: aismallard License: CC-BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Self Filename: ring.jpeg Author: aismallard License: CC-BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Wikipedia
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Item #: SCP-4448 Special Containment Procedures: The lake in which SCP-4448 resides is to be surrounded by an electric fence capable of outputting 5000 volts of electricity. A distance of 20 meters must be kept between the fence and the nearest point of the lake. The outside door may only be opened by a valid fingerprint scan and a four digit passcode and must be immediately locked upon both entering and exiting the room. Description: SCP-4448 is an abnormally large humanoid skeleton with the skull of the extinct elk species Megaloceros giganteus. It stands at 2.5 meters tall and wears a cloak of black feathers which fully conceals its body, exposing only its head. Its antlers measure 3.65 meters from tip to tip and are adorned with various small objects of cultural significance from many parts of the world, including Native American dreamcatchers, Christmas and other holiday ornaments, and tourist keychains. It is fully capable of human speech, despite lacking the necessary organs. SCP-4448 resides in a lake 0.5 kilometers northeast of ██████, Ireland. If left alone for an extended period of time, SCP-4448 will fall into a state of unconsciousness. When a subject sets foot in the lake, SCP-4448 will emerge from the bottom of the lake up to its shoulders and offer the subject a deal. SCP-4448 will ask the subject for a trinket to add to its collection, and if it is pleased with the subject's offering, it will hang the trinket from its antlers and share a story with the subject. If it denies the subject's offering, the offering will sink to the bottom of the lake and the subject will be asked to leave. The stories are fable-like in structure, substituting humans for sentient animals, and often end with a clear and present moral. Subjects report feeling a very personal connection to stories told by SCP-4448. These stories are often found to directly connect to a substantial event that has previously occurred in the subject’s life. Most subjects report to have learned something from the exchange. SCP-4448's deal is available only once per subject. It has shown an ability to recognize past subjects many years after the initial deal was made. SCP-4448 may become agitated when approached multiple times by the same subject. If SCP-4448 is provoked, the lake will raise to a temperature of 150 degrees Celsius and dilute to a darkish-red color. This effect typically subsides between 25 and 45 minutes after the subject has left the area. Addendum 4448-A: The following is an account of a previous exchange between a test subject and SCP-4448. Subject: Dr. ████ ██████ Supervised By: Dr. ██████████ █████████ Foreword: Dr. ██████ has been struggling in recent years with a form of lung cancer and is unsure as to his own life expectancy, causing him immense stress and worry in recent months. Despite Dr. ██████ never mentioning this fact to SCP-4448, it appeared to already be aware of Dr. ██████'s condition. <Begin Log> Dr. ██████: (Stepping into the water) SCP-4448: You there, I would like to make a deal with you. Come closer, I don't bite. I haven't the teeth for it. (Chuckles) Dr. ██████: (Moving closer) Is this better? SCP-4448: Yes, that will do. Now, where were we? (Pausing) Ah yes, a deal. I am a storyteller by profession, and I promise my story will do much to ease a troubled mind such as yours. Yes, yes, there is a great tension within your mind, perhaps even in the air that you breathe. Yes, I've just the story for one such as yourself, and it would be a great disservice to hold it from you. I ask for one simple thing as payment: a small trinket, for my collection. Something shiny, perhaps? Yes, something small and shiny. That silver chain of yours looks very pleasing. Dr. ██████: I accept your deal. (Drapes the silver chain on SCP-4448's antlers) SCP-4448: Yes, I was certain you would. Now, this is a story of two rabbits. Yes, there were two. As the winter months came barrelling towards them, the two rabbits prepared very differently. Yes, both rabbits knew that this winter would be an especially harsh one, and there were many things to be done before it came. The first rabbit was incredibly worrisome, working hard day and night to stock up on food and warm bedding. Yes, this rabbit spent many sleepless nights working, working, and working. The second rabbit, however, fret not for the winter. After all, this rabbit had survived many previous winters, frequently with food to spare. Yes, the second rabbit did not bother with the work of preparation and instead spent his time in the autumn playing, frolicking, and dancing. However, the winter still came, and when it did, the first rabbit was stocked for it threefold. For the second rabbit, it was far too late to gather his winter rations. But most unexpectedly, yes, most unexpectedly indeed, a pack of wolves dug into the rabbits' burrows and ate them both. Yes, sometimes it is better to live a short life of leniency and luxury than to waste your final moments with monotony and overexertion, especially if you've no idea when those final moments may arise. Dr. ██████: Wow, that story was certainly… (Pausing) eye-opening, as you said it would be. I thank you. SCP-4448: Yes, I told you that my stories would do much to calm a restless soul. Now that we have finished our exchange, I must ask that you leave my lake and do not return. Yes, my deal may only be made once with any one person. Do not think I will forget. <End Log> Closing Statement: Dr. ██████ was deeply moved by the story told by SCP-4448 and even requested to meet with SCP-4448 again, against its wishes. This request was ultimately denied by the Foundation. Addendum 4448-B: The following is an account of a failed exchange between a subject and SCP-4448. Subject: Personnel D-1473 Supervised By: Dr. ███████ ██████ Foreword: Personnel D-1473 suffers with an extreme addiction to opioids, including morphine, methodine, and oxycodone. SCP-4448 seems to be fully cognizant of this fact, providing further evidence that SCP-4448 may be capable of intercepting brain activity. <Begin Log> Personnel D-1473: (Hesitantly stepping into the lake) SCP-4448: Why do you seem so nervous? What troubles you so greatly? Please, take a few steps closer. I've the perfect cure for you. Personnel D-1473: Okay… (Slowly treading deeper into the water) SCP-4448: Yes, here we are. I've always believed that a tortured soul is best cleansed by the word of mouth, and it is for that very reason that I've made it my mission to share with each and every person who stumbles upon my lake a story to guide them along in their journey. I've had very few visitors ever since those peculiar men fenced in my beautiful, serene lake. Yes, I resent them for such misdeeds. Personnel D-1473: Are you talking about the Foundation? SCP-4448: Is that what they call themselves? Yes, a pompous name for a predatory people. Quite fitting. Anywho, where was I? Ah, yes, I would be delighted to share with you a story, one I believe will indulge your mind, rather than the pleasures of your flesh you have delighted in so often, with quite disastrous consequences to say the least. I ask of one thing from you. Yes, all I desire is a trinket, one to add to my ever-expanding collection. Personnel D-1473: (Searching through his pockets) What about… this? (He produces a U.S. 25-cent coin) SCP-4448: What insolence! What use have I for currency of foul humans? No, this will simply not do. I have been thoroughly disrespected, in my own home nonetheless. No, do not return to this sacred place as long as you live. No, one such as yourself does not deserve my tales. Personnel D-1473: (Urgently exits the lake as its temperature begins to rise) <End Log> Closing Statement: It appears that SCP-4448 is growing increasingly irritable the longer it stays in containment. It is significantly more likely to deny offered trinkets than in previous months. As SCP-4448 has not made any attempt to leave its containment, no changes will be made to its containment procedures. Addendum 4448-C: The following is an account of SCP-4448's reaction to meeting the same subject twice after having previously made an exchange. Subject: Dr. ████ ██████ Supervised By: Dr. ███████ ████████████ Foreword: After several denied applications to revisit SCP-4448, Dr. ██████'s application was eventually accepted to test how SCP-4448 will react to previous subjects, especially in its current, irritated state. <Begin Log> Dr. ██████: (Stepping into the water) SCP-4448, I have come here today to thank you for the immense help that your story provided for me. I have— SCP-4448: No, I refuse to believe my senses. Dr. ██████, you have no business returning to this lake that I have so politely asked you to never return to. No, there is no reason for you to be here, and I do not wish to be called such a demeaning name as "SCP-4448". Dr. ██████: I do not mean any ill intent, I just merely wish to thank you for— SCP-4448: No, I did not think it difficult to follow simple instruction, but alas, humans have again managed to subvert my meager expectations. Begone, Dr. ██████. <End Log> Closing Statement: The rapidly increasing water temperature caused by SCP-4448 led to third-degree burns covering the entirety of Dr. ██████'s body from the waist down. SCP-4448 has been completely unresponsive to any visitors, new or old, for the subsequent days. Addendum 4448-D: The following is an account of a previous exchange between a test subject and SCP-4448. Subject: Personnel D-2113 Supervised By: Dr. ████ ██ Foreword: SCP-4448 is fully aware of the rough and rather unstable relationship between Personnel D-2113 and his significant other and even addresses it outright rather than alluding to it as in previous exchanges. <Begin Log> Personnel D-2113: Why do I have to get IN the lake? I didn't sign up to get my clothes soaked. I think I— Dr. ██: We don't have time for your questions. Just do your job so that we can do ours. Personnel D-2113: (Stepping into the lake) Fine. SCP-4448: Yes, an unfamiliar scent. It's about time. You there, let's make a deal. Personnel D-2113: What sort of deal? SCP-4448: The best deal you'll ever consider. Yes, a great deal indeed. I am a teller of stories, and I've just the story for you. Yes, I see something dark dwelling within you, something stemming directly from your heart. The human heart is a fragile thing. Yes, it takes only a few words to break bonds thought to be unbreakable. I've a story that may very well be able to repair your heart and your human courtship. Personnel D-2113: How do you know about that? Are you reading my mind? SCP-4448: That is of little importance. Yes, what is truly important is your end of the deal. All I ask from you is a trinket. Yes, just one simple trinket and my story will change your life forever. Personnel D-2113: (Digging through pockets) Let's see… (Retrieves a golden stopwatch) What about this? SCP-4448: Yes, that will do amazingly! Now, onto your story. Yes, this story tells the tale of a swan. The swan was one of the most beautiful in all of the land, and she was looking for a mate as beautiful as she was. Yes, she searched all of the ponds, all of the rivers, and all of the lakes. The first swan that she found was absolutely gorgeous, but he lacked intelligence and humor. She decided that she could not spend the rest of her life with such a dry and lifeless person, and she moved onto the next. The second swan was absolutely brilliant with a mind like no other. Yes, he was certainly the one. Yet, he lacked the beauty of the first swan, and his intelligence ruined his sense of humor. Again, she searched for a new mate. The third swan had an amazing sense of humor and would never fail to make her smile. Yet, he was rather unattractive and completely devoid of wit. Yes, by the time she moved on from the third swan, the mating season had ended, leaving her completely and utterly alone. And while she was alone with only her thoughts, she realized although she was beautiful, she could not say that she was the most intelligent or humorous of the pond. Yes, her suitors were not perfect, but neither was she. No one is perfect, that much is certain. Love only flourishes when lovers are willing to recognize their own faults and compromise. Yes, that is truly true love. Personnel D-2113: (Sobbing) <End Log> Closing Statement: SCP-4448 has returned to its original state and is significantly less likely to grow agitated than in previous weeks. This is most likely due to many subsequent, successful exchanges taking place and a particular liking it has taken to its most recent trinket, Personnel D-2113's stopwatch. Addendum 4448-E: The following is an account of a previous exchange between a test subject and SCP-4448. Subject: Personnel D-2449 Supervised By: Dr. ██████ ██████ Foreword: SCP-4448 appears to be cognizant of a significant event that has not yet taken place in Personnel D-2449's life. The extent to SCP-4448's foresight is currently unknown. <Begin Log> Personnel D-2449: (Stepping into the lake) Hello? Crazy lake-monster thing? SCP-4448: (Emerging from the bottom of the lake) That's rather rude of you. Personnel D-2449: (Startled) Where the hell did you come from? SCP-4448: That does not matter. Yes, what matters is the deal I have to offer you. Personnel D-2449: What kinda deal? SCP-4448: I am a storyteller, and my stories are unlike any other. Yes, my stories have a very unique property. All of my stories are hand-tailored to suit the listener, and I have a very, very important story for you in particular. A story of prophecy. Yes, I would be obliged to share with you this story, but I ask for one thing in return. Yes, all I ask for is a simple trinket to add to my collection. Personnel D-2449: (Rummaging through pockets) What have we got here..? (Produces a silver dog tag) How about this? SCP-4448: This will do perfectly. Now, it is time for your personalized tale. Yes, this is the story of a fox and a rabbit. As winter reared its ugly head, both the fox and the rabbit were strapped for food. Yes, the rabbit had to search in the harsh winter cold for whatever plants it could find. And as the rabbit searched, it had to be very careful to avoid predators, such as the fox. Yes, the fox stalked the rabbit, waiting for the perfect moment to strike when the rabbit would be caught off-guard. After a day-long chase, the fox had managed to back the little rabbit into a corner. Yes, the fox had chased the rabbit into a small, dead-end cave. As the fox neared its prey, it took one last look at its next meal, then it sank its vicious teeth into the rabbit. Yes, the fox had finally caught its prey, but unbeknownst to the fox, the bear who resided in the very cave he had intruded had just returned to its den to hibernate. The fox was met with a grizzly end, providing the bear one last meal before its winter rest. Personnel D-2449: Well, that story blows. SCP-4448: Yes, you may not understand the moral now, but in time, you will come to learn a valuable lesson from my story. <End Log> Closing Statement: Four days after his engagement with SCP-4448, Personnel D-2449 shot and killed a close friend who had secretive sexual relations with Personnel D-2449's significant other. The next day, Personnel D-2449 was beaten to death by members of a gang in ██████, █████ that Personnel D-2449's victim had strong connections to. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4448" by slugsickle, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4448. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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close Info X SCP-4449: Daisuke Kawamoto, aka Kakashi-san, Scarecrow Samurai and Legendary Slayer of Evil Author: CadaverCommander Image Credit: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Utagawa_Kuniyoshi_-_%E6%B0%B4%E6%BB%B8%E5%82%B3_-_%E6%AD%A6%E6%9D%BE.jpg More by this author Item#: 4449 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: warning link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4449 is to be contained in a standard low-threat humanoid containment cell. SCP-4449 is to be interviewed weekly for the purposes of maintaining its psychological health and to acquire further information concerning its past and anomalous properties, with special scrutiny applied to any mention of the crimes of Daisuke Kawamoto or the current state of affairs in Higashishirakawa, Japan. Description: SCP-4449 is an animate humanoid scarecrow 1.8 meters in height, dressed in traditional samurai robes and full combination lamellar/plate armor including kabuto and sōmen.1 SCP-4449's body is composed of sack cloth and stuffed with cotton and straw. This material is susceptible to wear and damage and does not exhibit any anomalous durability, nor do its clothing or armor (which are removable). However, if SCP-4449's body sustains damage, it can be repaired or replaced using conventional and readily available materials such as cloth, twine, and additional stuffing. This interchangeability and anomalous integration of new materials is suspected to be responsible for SCP-4449 remaining in serviceable condition despite its age. In addition, SCP-4449 is able to remain upright and balanced while wearing its armor despite the protective equipment outweighing its own body by approximately 14 kilograms, and it is able to lift and move weights of up to 115 kilograms, having the overall approximate physical strength and agility of an athletic and healthy human male of its size despite its low mass and lack of biology. It has proven capable in a combat capacity and has demonstrated intimate, detailed knowledge of both Edo period kenjutsu and bōjutsu2, to the point of being reliably able to match and occasionally best master-level Foundation practitioners of these martial arts in authorized sparring matches. SCP-4449 is sapient and capable of speech in Edo period-appropriate Japanese, although it is unclear how this is physically accomplished, as SCP-4449 lacks organs responsible for speech and furthermore lacks a face entirely without its mask. Its personality is predominantly genial, courteous, gregarious, and respectful, if somewhat bombastic and opinionated. SCP-4449 is aware of its status as a non-human construct, and claims to be the disembodied spirit of Daisuke Kawamoto, a samurai who (according to SCP-4449) was born in 1799 in the outskirts of Tokyo (then known as Edo) and directly served the Tokugawa Shogunate3 as both a soldier and political and military strategist. SCP-4449 further claims that its spirit was placed into its current housing via a magical ritual immediately following its death in 1888, so that it could continue to serve its descendants and the village in which they lived as both a mentor and guardian. It also alleges that its existence as a spirit allows it to both perceive and interact with other spirits, and that it uses this ability to combat the yōkai4 that regularly threaten its village's citizens. History and Discovery: SCP-4449 was recovered from Higashishirakawa, a small village located in Gifu Prefecture, Japan. Accounts gathered from the residents of Higashishirakawa indicate that SCP-4449's existence had been common knowledge within the village for more than a century, with numerous photographs and written accounts featuring SCP-4449 being kept in the village's records, the earliest of which dates to 1893. Due to the village's isolation, lack of available public transportation lines, and a moot agreement within the community to avoid mentioning SCP-4449 to any visitors, the Foundation remained unaware of its existence until April 22, 2006, when a video of the entity openly walking down a populated street was posted to the Internet. The citizens of Higashishirakawa accepted SCP-4449's presence, and would freely greet or speak with it as it traveled both within the village's center and its outskirts. Interviews conducted with multiple citizens reveal that the populace saw SCP-4449 as a somewhat unusual but harmless, helpful, and even benevolent entity. A small number of of the village elders maintained that SCP-4449 was proof of the existence of the afterlife, and was a sacred ancestor sent to act as a guardian against evil spirits as a reward for their faith. The majority of the population, however, saw no evidence of SCP-4449's claims of combating yōkai and merely assumed that SCP-4449 was some form of delusional ghost. Despite this, the citizenry and local government of Higashishirakawa maintained a friendly and cordial relationship with SCP-4449. They allowed it to travel wherever it wished, and would occasionally offer it gifts or even invite it to visit within their homes. When not patrolling through the forests surrounding the village, SCP-4449 adopted a generalist supportive role within the community, with recorded accounts of SCP-4449 performing duties such as: Policework, cooperating with Higashishirakawa's small police precinct to apprehend minor offenders (typically teenage vandals or shoplifters attempting to escape custody) or to help with filing and other minor clerical duties Volunteer firefighting, during which SCP-4449 would charge into burning buildings to rescue trapped or injured individuals, despite its existence as a flammable scarecrow Janitorial work, wherein SCP-4449 would work alongside nighttime janitorial staff to clean various public buildings throughout the village Substitute teaching, during which SCP-4449 would volunteer to take the place of an ill or otherwise indisposed member of Higashishirakawa Elementary School's faculty. In this role it would teach subjects such as Japanese and basic mathematics (with a noted preference toward history), as well as coordinating and leading the facility's after-school martial arts classes General labor and repairwork, with SCP-4449 assisting villagers in various tasks such as patching leaking roofs, painting, chopping firewood, replacing broken windows, mowing lawns, and raking leaves Chasing birds away from crops and out of farmers' fields, among a multitude of others. As a result of these behaviors, SCP-4449 was held in high esteem by the majority of the village residents and local officials. It was particularly popular with children, who referred to it affectionately as “Kakashi-san”5 and with whom it would regularly play when not in a supervisory or teaching capacity. Woodblock print portrait of Daisuke Kawamoto by Utagawa Kuniyoshi, circa 1855 Foundation historical researchers have uncovered genuine records and accounts of a samurai by the name of Daisuke Kawamoto who lived during the late Edo period. Information concerning this individual is somewhat scarce, but a recorded birth year of 1799, a death year of 1888, and an occupation as a soldier and strategist have been confirmed in concordance with SCP-4449's claims. However, all written accounts that reference Kawamoto in detail, regardless of their source, consistently and emphatically describe Kawamoto as having been a notoriously cruel and ruthless man, with a reputation for dispassionate killing and a lack of regard for honorable conduct upon the battlefield. In these accounts Kawamoto is often referred to by the epithets “The Blood-Soaked Executioner” or “Gashadokuro6", as a result of his imposing stature, gaunt features, taciturn and impassive personality, and purported love of bloodshed. Kawamoto is said to have been responsible for numerous war crimes and atrocities during his tenure within the Shogunate and throughout the course of the Boshin War7, including the burning of crops, recreational torture and murder of prisoners, refusing death rites to enemy combatants, and the repeated slaughter of non-combatant civilians. Noted frequently is Kawamoto's persistent unwillingness to spare the children of those opposed to the Shogunate, which earned him criticism and revulsion from his allies and peers. The specific circumstances of Kawamoto's death are unknown, but consensus among historians derived from what little data exists concludes that he fled the capital upon its capture by Imperialist forces and assumed a new identity, living in seclusion for the remainder of his life in the countryside. A small number of accounts then attest that his true identity was discovered immediately following his death, and his body was taken by a nearby sect of Shinto priests to be burned, as penance for his crimes. However, Kawamoto's grave has never been located, nor have his remains, and these accounts remain unverified. SCP-4449 has been respectfully cooperative toward Foundation personnel, with the sole exception being its firm but polite requests to be released from containment, insisting that its village is defenseless against predatory yōkai in its absence. After more than a decade of both conventional and thaumaturgical surveillance, no creatures matching this description have ever been detected within the vicinity of Higashishirakawa. Additionally, while SCP-4449 has been compliant and predominantly truthful during interviews and has provided consistently verifiable information, on no occasion has it addressed, acknowledged, or admitted to any of the unscrupulous or immoral acts attributed to the man it claims to have been. The reason for these omissions is currently unknown pending further questioning. Addendum 4449-01: On October 31st, 2017, following a national census and population survey period, Foundation agents embedded within the Japanese government discovered multiple statistically improbable and alarming data points associated with the village of Higashishirakawa. Since 2006, rates of physical and mental illness reported by the population of Higashishirakawa have consistently increased. As of late 2017, Higashishirakawa's infectious disease, genetic disorder, schizophrenia, major depressive disorder, suicide, cancer, and infant mortality diagnosis rates have risen to more than quintuple the national per capita average, to the point of exceeding total rates reported by towns with ten times Higashishirakawa's population. The village's violent crime rates have also greatly increased, with larceny, kidnapping, sexual crime, child neglect and abuse, domestic abuse, and murder all rising to unprecedented levels, far exceeding rates reported from any other period in the village's history. In eleven years, Higashishirakawa's residential population has fallen from 2,677 in 2006 to 1,004, due to a combination of incarceration, emigration, or death. No definitive or verifiable explanation for this abnormality has been found by the Japanese government or the Foundation, nor has any demonstrable correlation between these trends and SCP-4449's containment been determined. SCP-4449's status has not changed. Upon questioning, SCP-4449 professed to have been unaware of the state of affairs in Higashishirakawa and demanded to be released from Foundation custody immediately, insisting that it was now the village's “only hope” and that disaster would soon befall Higashishirakawa, and subsequently the entirety of Japan, if it were kept in confinement. This request was denied. Investigation into these events is currently ongoing. Footnotes 1. Armored helmet and full-face mask, respectively. 2. Martial arts pertaining to the use of the sword and quarterstaff, respectively. 3. The last feudal military government of Japan, which ruled from 1600 to 1868. 4. A group of of supernatural entities from Japanese folklore that include various monsters, spirits, and demons, frequently depicted as being mischievous or malevolent. 5. “Mr. Scarecrow” 6. A specific variety of violently predatory yōkai commonly depicted as a human skeleton roughly fifteen times the size of a normal man, said to be formed of the bones and angry spirits of those that either die of starvation or die in battle and are not buried. 7. Also referred to as the Japanese Civil War, fought between the reigning Tokugawa Shogunate and those intending to restore governmental power to the Emperor and the Imperial Court, lasting from early 1868 to mid-1869. The Boshin War ended the Edo period and resulted in the dissolution of the Shogunate, the decline of the samurai, the onset of widespread Japanese modernization and interaction with the Western world, and the beginning of the Meiji Era. 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SCP-4450-α and -β. Photograph recovered from SCP-4450-α during Incident 4261990-4450. Item #: SCP-4450 Special Containment Procedures: Appearances of SCP-4450-α and/or SCP-4450-β are to be immediately reported to the Site Director, alongside any on-site O5 council-members. SCP-4450-α and -β are to be asked to await their arrival. Any requests for readily available sums of money made by SCP-4450-α or SCP-4450-β during this time are to be granted. Once the Site Director or any member of the O5 council arrives at the location of SCP-4450-α or -β, they are to be considered the Point of Contact until SCP-4450-α and -β demanifest. All personnel are to divert any further requests to the Point of Contact. Investigation into the method of accessing SCP-4450-1 is to continue until entry is successfully achieved. Description: SCP-4450-α and -β are Caucasian males always observed wearing black and grey suits, respectively. SCP-4450-α and -β refer to one another as brothers, and often address each other by name, with SCP-4450-α being called "Chris", and SCP-4450-β being called "Beryl". SCP-4450-α and -β both speak in a very informal style often couched in thinly-veiled threats. These threats often revolve around property damage and the scale of the threats increases based on the number of missed payments. The only known method of preventing this destructive behavior is through the offer of sufficient payment of physical currency1, after which SCP-4450-α and -β behave significantly more cordially for a time (approximately 6 months). SCP-4450-α and -β claim to be agents of an unspecified employer, and express desire to collect payment for property damage suffered by their employer. When questioned on the nature of the property damage, SCP-4450-α described a nuclear attack upon a structure resembling an extraplanar pocket dimension, designated SCP-4450-1. Further details regarding the nature of SCP-4450-1 as well as methods of accessing SCP-4450-1 are still being investigated. SCP-4450-α and -β have displayed a number of anomalous properties, including:2 capability of spontaneously manifesting in any location.3 capability of spontaneously demanifesting from any location. speed, strength, and durability far beyond human maxima. prolonged, high-speed flight. Addendum 1: Point of Contact 4450 documentation Point of Contact Login Logout Points of Contact are authorized to withdraw up to 95% of on-site currency reserves in order to pay SCP-4450-α and -β. In the event that this sum is deemed insufficient, no attempts to bargain are to be made. They are to be asked to wait until funds and assets are consolidated from other Foundation facilities. Once SCP-4450-α and -β express satisfaction with the offered payment, they, along with the offered physical payment, will simultaneously vanish. Addendum 2: Incident 4261990-4450 Incident 4261990-4450 Addendum 2: Incident 4261990-4450 Incident 4261990-4450 Video Log Transcript Date: 04/26/1990 Response Team: MTF Omega-7 ("Pandora's Box") Subject: SCP-4450-α and -β Team Lead: Ω-7 Wilbur Team Members: Ω-7 Lucy / Ω-7 Dandelion / Ω-7 Hayes / SCP-076-2 "Subject Able" Foreword: MTF Omega-7 responding to subdue destructive entities at 37.524███, -89.386███4 [BEGIN LOG] Feed shows Ω-7 Wilbur, Ω-7 Lucy, Ω-7 Dandelion, Ω-7 Hayes, and Subject Able sitting within Ω-7 taskforce dropship. Subject Able is motionless with its eyes closed and head bowed. Ω-7 Wilbur: We're landing. Standby to move out. Ω-7 Hayes: What do we know about the anomaly? Ω-7 Wilbur: Practically fuck all. All the GOC sent with their SOS was that there are two of them, and that they blew away most of their compound. Subject Able shows signs of unrest. Dropship interior shakes and rear exit hatch opens. Field of view moves with Ω-7 Wilbur. Ω-7 Wilbur: Let's move, people! Keep your eyes peeled for hostiles. Ω-7 Lucy: Jesus fuck, they really did a number on the building. View shifts to show an extensive field of concrete and metal rubble. 4 crashed assault helicopters and 13 dead Global Occult Coalition personnel are visible within the debris. Subject Able: (Yelling) Why are you hiding up there, [Sumerian word, untranslated] cowards? Camera moves to take in Subject Able, who is looking towards the sky. View moves upwards to show SCP-4450-α and -β levitating roughly 30m above the ground. Several seconds pass, during which Subject Able can be heard growling, before SCP-4450-α and -β vanish and reappear on the ground roughly 20m from Ω-7 Wilbur. Ω-7 Dandelion: Careful. Looks like they can teleport. Subject Able: That wasn't teleport. Fast movement. Stay back, this will be fun for me. SCP-4450-α and -β begin walking towards Subject Able. SCP-4450-α: Oi, are you lads here to pay for the damages? They said they was sendin' for someone, but we got tired of waiting. You lads should know how it is, accidents 'appen. Subject Able leaps forward, manifesting a 2m long sword and swinging it down towards SCP-4450-α. SCP-4450-α's left arm repositions between frames and intercepts Subject Able's attack. Despite fully halting the swing, SCP-4450-α displays no signs of physical exertion. SCP-4450-β: You lads trying to start somethin' while we're just trying to collect an honest debt here? Now that's just a shame, innit, Chris? SCP-4450-α: Terrible shame, Beryl. Trying to get out of paying like that. SCP-4450-α clenches its fist, shattering Subject Able's weapon. Subject Able manifests a pair of 1m long swords towards SCP-4450-α. SCP-4450-α similarly repositions both of its arms to intercept the attacks. SCP-4450-β: You'd best watch out, mate. My brother gets upset when people try dodgin' their debt. Things tend to break when people get upset, don't they Chris? SCP-4450-α: That's right Beryl, that's right. Shame how people never learn their lesson. SCP-4450-α's left hand strikes through Subject Able's left arm, severing the extremity above the elbow. Subject Able stabs towards SCP-4450-α with the blade in its right hand. SCP-4450-α's right hand punches the blade, shattering the weapon and crushing Subject Able's right arm. Ω-7 Wilbur: Able! Withdraw! Omega-7, give him some covering fire! Ω-7 Wilbur, Ω-7 Lucy, Ω-7 Dandelion, and Ω-7 Hayes open fire on SCP-4450-α and -β. No damage is present on SCP-4450-α or -β. Ω-7 Hayes: What the hell? Why aren't they going down? SCP-4450-α delivers a blow through Subject Able's midsection, then kicks it aside. Subject Able collapses and attempts to rise, displaying symptoms of acute shock. SCP-4450-β walks towards Ω-7 Wilbur. SCP-4450-β: Well this is a lovely little group you've got here, captain. Surely you'd be very troubled if something happened to it. SCP-4450-α disappears from frame. Ω-7 Lucy screams briefly. Camera turns to show Ω-7 Lucy lying on the ground and bleeding from a wound to the lower back. SCP-4450-β: Well, looks like my brother's being clumsy captain. You might want to figure out where to get us our money, captain. Ω-7 Wilbur faces SCP-4450-β. Ω-7 Wilbur: Look, if it's money you're after, I'm certain my employers can offer the funds you need! Just let us get in contact with them. Ω-7 Dandelion screams, falling forward into frame. Ω-7 Wilbur: Stop, goddamn it! SCP-4450-β: We're tired of waiting, Captain. Our employer sent us here to get his money, so we ain't gonna stop 'till we've got it. Ω-7 Wilbur: B— We don't have any with us, I— Look, take our dropship! It's worth a few hundred million, easy! SCP-4450-α and -β exchange quizzical glances. SCP-4450-β shrugs and nods. SCP-4450-α: It's a little light, but I guess it'll do for now. Hurry on back to yer bosses, we'll be back soon. SCP-4450-α walks back towards the collapsed Subject Able, who is still attempting to stand, and withdraws a photograph from within its suit, dropping it on Subject Able. SCP-4450-α: Here's somethin' to remember us by, soldier. Come see us when we get back, if you've managed to get yourself pulled back together. SCP-4450-α, -β, board Dropship Ω-7. SCP-4450-α can be seen uttering something. SCP-4450-α, -β, and Dropship Ω-7 dematerialize. [END LOG] Addendum 3: Further Information RAISA collation of relevant information is still ongoing Footnotes 1. or goods of roughly equivalent value 2. See Addendum 2: Incident-4261990-4450 for more information regarding the anomalous properties of SCP-4450-α and -β 3. All known primary manifestations since April 26, 1990 have occurred within Foundation facilities. 4. GOC Compound 0531 ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4450" by Ayers & Gabriel Jade, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4450. 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-4450.jpg Name: StateLibQld 2 139509 Two men posing for a portrait, 1880-1890.jpg Author: Unknown License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Filename: casino.jpg Name: Casino Ballroom, MON 1909.jpg Author: Henrique Augusto Vieira de Castro License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Filename: corridorFINAL.jpg Author: Ayers, Kotzin License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Wiki Derivative of: Name: hotel-2379087_1280.jpg Author: Kotzin License: Pixabay License Source Link: Pixabay
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Photograph of SCP-4451, posted by dado Special Containment Procedures: All 47 known instances of SCP-4451 are to be kept in a secure underground ordnance bunker. All testing on SCP-4451 must take place on Site-20's artillery range or its adjacent facilities. Description: SCP-4451 is the collective designation for 47 autonomous vacuum cleaners, out of an original production run of 50, manufactured by the Person of Interest known as "dado". All 47 contained instances are in their original packaging and have not been activated or opened by Foundation personnel. The boxes containing SCP-4451 are made of cardboard and covered with illegible writing and the name "dado" prominently displayed on the front. Each box also features a passable sketch of one of the 50 states that comprise the United States of America and what appears to be the Gadsden Flag. All instances of SCP-4451 utilized for testing will be referred to by the state listed on the box for clarity. During the initial examination of SCP-4451-Nevada, a switch was discovered on the top of the vacuum, crudely attached with medical gauze and tape. This switch is togglable and displays three options: "Normal", "Off", and "Turbo". When set to "Normal," SCP-4451-Nevada moved in a manner consistent with other autonomous vacuum and never surpassed 1 kilometer per hour. However, when set to "Turbo", SCP-4451-Nevada was capable of exceeding speeds of 180 kilometers per hour. After 270 consecutive laps around Site-20's test track, SCP-4451-Nevada broke through a barrier and was subsequently destroyed by drones. To better understand the anomaly, SCP-4451-Maine was disassembled for internal examination. The subject was found to be almost entirely consistent with the material components and manufacturing processes of the consumer robotics company, iRobot. However, rather than containing the standard lithium-ion battery, a collection of unknown pills, designated SCP-4451-1, were inserted into this slot and held together by a gel later identified as Vick's Vapo-Rub. A sample of SCP-4451-1 being used to charge a researcher's cell phone, despite hardware differences. When removed from SCP-4451-Maine, SCP-4451-1 began to emit extremely high levels of radiation, with over 3,600 Gray (360,000 Roentgens) being recorded over the course of ten minutes.1 SCP-4451-Maine was promptly reassembled and radioactivity ceased immediately. After the standard radiation clean up protocols had been enacted, SCP-4451-Maine was powered on. It did not emit any radiation and wandered the testing room for approximately 37 days before being powered off by Foundation Staff. During SCP-4451-Maine's reassembly, a design flaw was noticed in the battery housing of the vacuum. Models of SCP-4451 were constructed, and testing showed that if pressure was applied to the top of the vacuum, it has the potential to compress SCP-4451-1. Because of the instability of SCP-4451-1 as a fuel source, Foundation Personnel concluded this could turn the entire construct into an extremely powerful landmine. All instances of SCP-4451 function as normal vacuums. SCP-4451 Test-01: Test Subject SCP-4451-Maine Foreword: Initial attempt to gauge SCP-4451's reactivity to pressure. <Begin Log> Doctor Ganymede: Alright, this is Test-01 for SCP-4451, specifically SCP-4451-Maine. We've placed ourselves in a bunker about 2 kilometers away from the instance and we're planning to detonate it by drone. Are the cameras ready, Jones? Dr. Jones: Yep, got them pulled up on the monitors. Dr. Ganymede: Alright, send in Gatsby. Video Footage shows a simple humanoid robot approaching SCP-4451-Maine, which is contained within a 10 centimeter tall corral. Dr. Ganymede: Let's start with 2 kilos of pressure. No noticeable effect is observed from SCP-4451-Maine. Dr. Ganymede: Increase pressure to 2.5 kilos. No noticeable effect is observed from SCP-4451-Maine. Dr. Ganymede: Increase pressure to 3 kilos. No noticeable effect is observed from SCP-4451-Maine. Dr. Ganymede: This is killing me. Bump it up by 2 kilos. Let's see wh- <End Log> Closing Statement: Staff were treated for light ocular damage. The explosion of SCP-4451-Maine generated 4.5 kilotons of power. Due to the unpredictable nature of other creations by dado, all instances of SCP-4451 were moved to its current holding site at the edge of Site-20's campus. Discovery Log: SCP-4451 was discovered at 3 am on Sept. 21, 2011, after an explosion occurred at the mansion of John Hartwick, a pharmaceutical billionaire and anti-government advocate. Following a Foundation investigation, a printed email and handwritten letter were discovered in the glovebox of Hartwick's car, crudely stapled together. From: John Hartwick <JWick@hartwick,com> To: dado <inquiry@promethues,lab> Subject: Interest in a Product Message: To whom it may concern, My name is John Hartwick, CEO of Hartwick Pharmaceuticals, and I'm looking to acquire a "special" type of domestic servant robot. Something a little more advanced than what's on the market, if you catch my drift… Price is not an issue. John Hartwick helo, it is dado dado will respond to ur email. dado thinks u messaged dado in error. perhap u mean pro meth use labs, but i understand, dado has many emails. as fine business owner and capitalist, dado still deliver good product. i do quality products, u trust dado, mr. yohn hotwick u want a robot that clean? good good i have answer. meet tsar roomba by dado. (tsar is russel king. funny because king doesn't clean. dado has good jokes. also have laundromat, so dado clean too) what makes tsar roomba special? dado has more answers. tsar roomba is speed. cleans house like snapped fingers. bing! it is done. flying fast like shooting tsar. (does not drift though. dado apologize) how does robot get power u ask? dado traveled to cherry noble to make special pills in the ellie plant's foot. very dangerous so i only made 50, one for each the states. dado is not as good of an engineer as parapharmaceuticalist, in fact, tsar roomba is dado's first try but dado is very proud of tsar roomba dado is happy to hear from another medicine maker. perhap we swap learning sometime, no? if u desire more dado products, check dado's etsy. trust dado. tsar roomba is very extremely safe long as warning followed warning: as u libertarians say, "no steppy". tsar roomba does not like. dado no lie able for damage or in jury The Foundation purchased the remaining 49 SCP-4451 instances from dado's page on the online market "Etsy" after this note was found. The Foundation also acquired 5 complimentary instances of "stapler by dado", which is a nonanomalous wooden mallet that comes with a sandwich bag of loose staples. The page has been allowed to remain active for the purpose of monitoring the PoI's activity, but civilian access is restricted. No further posts have been made to this website. Footnotes 1. around ~6 Gray or 600 roentgens per second. ~5 Gray or 500 roentgens is considered to be a lethal dosage.
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LiterallyMechanical Submitted To The Ethics Committee For Review, 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-4163 — The Tetris Prodigy SCP-4357 — Slimelord From the Office of the Ethics Committee Draft and review packet for document SCP-4452 SCP-4452, rev. 1 ECR-4452, rev. 1 SCP-4452, rev. 2 ECR-4452, rev. 2 SCP-4452, rev. 3 Supplementary Material - E5 CLEARANCE REQUIRED Provisional Document: Special Containment Procedure Site Director Approval APPROVED Ethics Committee Approval DENIED Author's Note: Lots of potential in this scp's drawings, useful source for infovaccines/weapons. I'll have the full petition for Thaumiel designation sent in by Thursday, wanted to get this draft on the Ethics desk ASAP though. If Ethics disagrees, we can go Euclid instead. Revision #: 1 Item #: SCP-4452 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4452 is to be contained according to standard low-risk human anomaly security procedures, with blindsight protocol in effect for relevant employees. SCP-4452 is to be provisioned with amenities and nourishment befitting a juvenile human with reduced mental capacity, along with a dose of mild sedative (2 mg lorazepam administered twice daily with meals). Should SCP-4452 become severely aggressive or agitated, a 1 mg emergency dose of haloperidol is to be administered by autoinjector. Blindsight safety measures are to be maintained for staff assigned to routine upkeep and care of SCP-44521. Any researchers who must interact visually with SCP-4452 are to be regularly inoculated with a Class-3 Helmsford-Zhang Infovaccine, and tested on a daily basis for memetic damage. SCP-4452 is to be provided with a notebook of drawing paper and a box of wax crayons in assorted colors. Completed notebooks are to be collected and prepared for further research according to standard fast-acting visual infohazard quarantine procedure. SCP-4452 is to be closely monitored for signs of brain infection until its cranioplasty plate has achieved sufficient integration with the skull around its trepanation site. Description: SCP-4452 is a juvenile male human, aged 11 years old. SCP-4452 displayed no anomalous properties prior to Incident 4452-A, and was in all physiological and psychological respects a healthy human child. Due to its exposure to a weaponized infohazard and subsequent traumatic brain injury sustained in the course of Incident 4452-A, SCP-4452 now suffers from limited speech capabilities, poor voluntary muscle control, and extreme cognitive impairment. SCP-4452 typically reacts to instructions from Foundation staff with agitation, confusion, and irritability. At irregular intervals, SCP-4452 will attempt to produce drawings with any readily available media, though it displays a preference for felt-tip markers and wax crayons. While the majority of these drawings are unfocused, abstract shapes and lines, roughly 5% depict coherent (albeit crude) patterns and childlike motifs, centered around "stick figure" drawings of one or more humanoid shapes. These notable drawings function as either visual infohazards or infovaccines when viewed by an observer, of varying potency. A selection of such drawings is listed below. Table 4452-1: Selected Anomalous Drawings Produced by SCP-4452 Description of Image Observer(s) Effect(s) 2 humanoid stick figures, positioned side-by-side, with "x" marks in place of eyes. 1 Class-D test subject Subject viewed the image for 3 minutes. After an additional 15 minutes, subject experienced hemorrhaging of the tear ducts. Subject reported a severe headache, with a sensation of intense pressure to the inside of the skull. Subject survived, with moderate vision loss. 2 humanoid stick figures, in a prone position, with "x" marks in place of eyes. 1 Class-D test subject Subject viewed the image for 2 minutes before experiencing hemorrhaging of the tear ducts. Subject was incapacitated by a severe headache for 4.5 hours. Upon recovery, subject described the experience as "like [his] head was trying to pop." Subject survived, with moderate vision loss. 1 humanoid stick figure, holding an indistinct shape drawn in yellow2. 1 Class-D test subject Subject viewed the image for 5 seconds before reporting a brief, intense piercing pain, localized to the right temple. Subject was discovered to have temporarily gained a weak resistance to standard test infohazards, roughly equivalent to inoculation with a Class-1 Helmsford-Zhang infovaccine. Subject survived with no ill effects. 2 humanoid stick figures, with faces obscured by circles drawn in red. 3 Class-D test subjects Subjects viewed the image for 30 seconds before experiencing severe hemorrhaging of the tear ducts and ruptured cerebral aneurysms. Subjects did not survive. 1 humanoid stick figure, surrounded by a concentric blue circle and holding an indistinct yellow shape 1 Class-D test subject Subject viewed the image for thirty seconds before reporting sensations of intense vertigo and agoraphobia, accompanied by a piercing pain on the right temple. Subject was discovered to have temporarily gained a moderate resistance to standard test infohazards, roughly equivalent to inoculation with a Class-2 Helmsford-Zhang infovaccine. Subject survived with no ill effects. Judging by the similarities between the images drawn by SCP-4452 and the circumstances of Incident 4452-A, it is hypothesized that the self-inflicted brain injury sustained by SCP-4452 functioned as a crude emergency treatment for exposure to a weaponized infohazard. While the exact mechanism of action is unknown, the brain structures through which the hazard would typically deliver its lethal effects were destroyed, while its anomalous payload remained intact. As SCP-4452 is capable of producing images with both hazardous and protective effects, it is further speculated that SCP-4452 maintains some degree of control over the anomalous meme. Though mild sedation with lorazepam has proved to be moderately successful in rendering SCP-4452 more amenable to working with researchers, a general lack of cooperation with Foundation staff has thus far hindered thorough testing of this hypothesis. Incident Report 4452-A: Acquisition of SCP-4452 on 07/27/2021 At 4:43 PM Mountain Standard Time, the Foundation was put on high alert by a surge in encrypted chatter on channels known to be used by the Chaos Insurgency in the Rocky Mountains. Twenty-two minutes later, police scanners in the town of Brighton, Colorado, described massive casualties among EMTs and law enforcement responding to neighborhood reports of a "commotion" at a suburban home. Of note, there were no reports of any shots fired. MTF-Γ-4 was dispatched to the residence, arriving within eight minutes. MTF-Γ-4 observed four known Chaos Insurgency infohazardous terrorism operatives fleeing the area, all of whom were listed in the terminate-on-sight dossier. A brief firefight ensued, and the CI operatives were killed on the scene. There were no casualties among Foundation forces. Upon entering the building, MTF-Γ-4 encountered ten deceased EMTs and police officers near the entrance, all of whom displayed significant hemorrhaging from the eyes. The homeowner was found similarly deceased in the kitchen. Progressing to the basement, SCP-4452 was discovered concealed beneath a blanket, comatose, gripping the handle of a cordless electric drill with a quarter-inch diameter bit engaged in the chuck. After thorough analysis of the scene, it was inferred that SCP-4452 had used the drill to perforate its skull immediately after encountering a Chaos Insurgency infoweapon. Lifesaving measures by Foundation neurosurgeons were successful, and a cranioplasty was performed to implant a plate over the site of the self-trepanation. SCP-4452 has been medically stabilized, and has a positive prognosis for long-term survivability. Its likelihood of regaining significant cognitive function, however, is very low. Ethics Committee Review for SCP Database Entry Document #: ECR-4452, Revision 1 Proposal Status: Denied Ethics Committee Review: Inappropriate medical procedures, inappropriate Object Class designation. Revise and resubmit for reconsideration. Suggested Revisions (if applicable): 1. Revisions to Object Class: Research and development of infoweapons/vaccines through materials produced by SCP-4452 is acceptable, but not sufficient reason to assign Thaumiel Class. Please revise to Euclid. 2. Revisions to Special Containment Procedures: Proposed heavy lorazepam dosage is inappropriate for a juvenile human. Injected haloperidol for agitation and aggression is strongly discouraged for a child, especially with reduced mental capacity. Please consult with medical personnel on revising this section. 3. Revisions to Description: N/A 4. Revisions to Incident Report: N/A Provisional Document: Special Containment Procedure Site Director Approval APPROVED Ethics Committee Approval DENIED Author's Note: Consulted with Medical, they've cleared the new procedures. Unfortunately, lowering the dosage and delivery method makes containment much more difficult. New haloperidol formulation takes too long to take effect, and SCP-4452 has to be restrained until the meds have time to work. Lower lorazepam dose is not great, SCP-4452 is much less cooperative. Very hard to get good data anymore. Changes are in blue, unchanged blocks in gray. Revision #: 2 Item #: SCP-4452 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4452 is to be contained according to standard low-risk human anomaly security procedures, with blindsight protocol in effect for relevant employees. SCP-4452 is to be provisioned with amenities and nourishment befitting a juvenile human with reduced mental capacity, along with a dose of mild sedative (0.5 mg lorazepam administered twice daily with meals). Should SCP-4452 become severely aggressive or agitated, a 0.5 mg emergency dose of haloperidol is to be administered orally. If necessary, four-point restraints may be employed to prevent SCP-4452 from harming staff or itself until the sedative has time to take effect. Blindsight safety measures are to be maintained for staff assigned to routine upkeep and care of SCP-4452. Any researchers who must interact visually with SCP-4452 are to be inoculated with a Class-3 Helmsford-Zhang Infovaccine, and tested on a daily basis for memetic damage. SCP-4452 is to be provided with a notebook of drawing paper and a box of wax crayons in assorted colors. Completed notebooks are to be collected and prepared for further research according to standard fast-acting visual infohazard quarantine procedure. SCP-4452 is to be closely monitored for signs of brain infection until its cranioplasty plate has achieved sufficient integration with the skull around its trepanation site. Description: SCP-4452 is a juvenile male human, aged 11 years old. SCP-4452 displayed no anomalous properties prior to Incident 4452-A, and was in all physiological and psychological respects a healthy human child. Due to its exposure to a weaponized infohazard and subsequent traumatic brain injury sustained in the course of Incident 4452-A, SCP-4452 now suffers from limited speech capabilities, poor voluntary muscle control, and extreme cognitive impairment. SCP-4452 typically reacts to instructions from Foundation staff with agitation, confusion, and irritability. At irregular intervals, SCP-4452 will attempt to produce drawings with any readily available media, though it displays a preference for felt-tip markers and wax crayons. While the majority of these drawings are unfocused, abstract shapes and lines, roughly 5% depict coherent (albeit crude) patterns and childlike motifs, centered around "stick figure" drawings of one or more humanoid shapes. These notable drawings function as either visual infohazards or infovaccines when viewed by an observer, of varying potency. A selection of such drawings is listed below. Table 4452-1: Selected Anomalous Drawings Produced by SCP-4452 Description of Image Observer(s) Effect(s) 2 humanoid stick figures, positioned side-by-side, with "x" marks in place of eyes. 1 Class-D test subject Subject viewed the image for 3 minutes. After an additional 15 minutes, subject experienced hemorrhaging of the tear ducts. Subject reported a severe headache, with a sensation of intense pressure to the inside of the skull. Subject survived, with moderate vision loss. 2 humanoid stick figures, in a prone position, with "x" marks in place of eyes. 1 Class-D test subject Subject viewed the image for 2 minutes before experiencing hemorrhaging of the tear ducts. Subject was incapacitated by a severe headache for 4.5 hours. Upon recovery, subject described the experience as "like [his] head was trying to pop." Subject survived, with moderate vision loss. 1 humanoid stick figure, holding an indistinct shape drawn in yellow. 1 Class-D test subject Subject viewed the image for 5 seconds before reporting a brief, intense piercing pain, localized to the right temple. Subject was discovered to have temporarily gained a weak resistance to standard test infohazards, roughly equivalent to inoculation with a Class-1 Helmsford-Zhang infovaccine. Subject survived with no ill effects. 2 humanoid stick figures, with faces obscured by circles drawn in red. 3 Class-D test subjects Subjects viewed the image for 30 seconds before experiencing severe hemorrhaging of the tear ducts and cerebral aneurysm. Subjects did not survive. 1 humanoid stick figure, surrounded by a concentric blue circle, holding an indistinct yellow shape 1 Class-D test subject Subject viewed the image for thirty seconds before reporting sensations of intense vertigo and agoraphobia, accompanied by a piercing pain on the right temple. Subject was discovered to have temporarily gained a moderate resistance to standard test infohazards, roughly equivalent to inoculation with a Class-2 Helmsford-Zhang infovaccine. Subject survived with no ill effects. 1 humanoid stick figure, drawn in red. Interlinked black circles are drawn around the figure’s wrists and ankles, inferred to represent chains or cuffs. 3 Class-D test subjects Subjects experienced immediate hemorrhaging of the tear ducts, followed by near-complete obliteration of ocular tissue. Subjects died of suffocation shortly thereafter, due to sustained tonic contraction of the diaphragm during rigid paralysis. Judging by the similarities between the images drawn by SCP-4452 and the circumstances of Incident 4452-A, it is hypothesized that the self-inflicted brain injury sustained by SCP-4452 functioned as a crude emergency treatment for exposure to a weaponized infohazard. While the exact mechanism of action is unknown, the brain structures through which the hazard would typically deliver its lethal effects were destroyed, while the anomalous payload remained intact. As SCP-4452 is capable of producing images with both hazardous and protective effects, it is further speculated that SCP-4452 maintains some degree of control over the anomalous meme. Mild sedation with lorazepam has very limited effect in rendering SCP-4452 more amenable to working with researchers. A general lack of cooperation with Foundation staff has thus far hindered thorough testing of this hypothesis. Incident Report 4452-A: Acquisition of SCP-4452 on 07/27/2021 At 4:43 PM Mountain Standard Time, the Foundation was put on high alert by a surge in encrypted chatter on channels known to be used by the Chaos Insurgency in the Rocky Mountains. Twenty-two minutes later, police scanners in the town of Brighton, Colorado, described massive casualties among EMTs and law enforcement responding to neighborhood reports of a "commotion" at a suburban home. Of note, there were no reports of any shots fired. MTF-Γ-4 was dispatched to the residence, arriving within eight minutes MTF-Γ-4 observed four known Chaos Insurgency infohazardous terrorism operatives fleeing the area, all of whom were listed in the terminate-on-sight dossier. A brief firefight ensued, and the CI operatives were killed on the scene. There were no casualties among Foundation forces. Upon entering the building, MTF-Γ-4 encountered ten deceased EMTs and police officers near the entrance, all of whom displayed significant hemorrhaging from the eyes. The homeowner was found similarly deceased in the kitchen. Progressing to the basement, SCP-4452 was discovered concealed beneath a blanket, comatose, gripping the handle of a cordless electric drill with a quarter-inch diameter bit engaged in the chuck. After thorough analysis of the scene, it was inferred that SCP-4452 had used the drill to perforate its skull immediately after encountering a Chaos Insurgency infoweapon. Lifesaving measures by Foundation neurosurgeons were successful, and a cranioplasty was performed to implant a plate over the site of the self-trepanation. SCP-4452 has been medically stabilized, and has a positive prognosis for long-term survivability. Its likelihood of regaining significant cognitive function, however, is very low. Ethics Committee Review for SCP Database Entry Document #: ECR-4452, Revision 2 Proposal Status: Denied Ethics Committee Review: Suboptimal containment procedures. Revise and resubmit for reconsideration. Suggested Revisions (if applicable): 1. Revisions to Object Class: N/A 2. Revisions to Special Containment Procedures: Chemical sedation of SCP-4452 is not recommended. In place of lorazepam and haloperidol, SCP-4452 should be given unfettered access to the contents of Package 4452-1, currently en route via interdepartmental mail (tracking number S19-134937512A) 3. Revisions to Description: N/A 4. Revisions to Incident Report: N/A Provisional Document: Special Containment Procedure Site Director Approval APPROVED Ethics Committee Approval APPROVED Author's Note: Apologies for doubting. New con. proc. is remarkably effective. 4452 hasn't had a single bad episode, even without the lorazepam/haloperidol. Note that scp's behavior has significantly changed since we implemented the new procedures, and the description has been modified. Revision #: 3 Item #: SCP-4452 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4452 is to be contained according to standard low-risk human anomaly security procedures, with blindsight protocol in effect for relevant employees. SCP-4452 is to be provisioned with amenities and nourishment befitting a juvenile human with reduced mental capacity. In addition, a blue cotton blanket is to be kept in the anomaly's containment cell. SCP-4452 habitually hides under the blanket when agitated or emotionally distraught; this behavior is normal and should not be discouraged. Blindsight safety measures are to be maintained for staff assigned to routine upkeep and care of SCP-4452. Any researchers who must interact visually with SCP-4452 are to be inoculated with a Class-3 Helmsford-Zhang Infovaccine, and tested on a daily basis for memetic damage. SCP-4452 is to be provided with a notebook of drawing paper and a box of wax crayons in assorted colors. Completed notebooks are to be collected and prepared for further research according to standard fast-acting visual infohazard quarantine procedures. SCP-4452 is to be closely monitored for signs of brain infection until its cranioplasty plate has achieved sufficient integration with the skull around its trepanation site. Description: SCP-4452 is a juvenile male human, aged 11 years old. SCP-4452 displayed no anomalous properties prior to Incident 4452-A, and was in all physiological and psychological respects a healthy human child. Due to its exposure to a weaponized infohazard and a subsequent traumatic brain injury sustained in the course of Incident 4452-A, SCP-4452 now suffers from limited speech capabilities, poor voluntary muscle control, and extreme cognitive impairment. SCP-4452 typically reacts to instructions from Foundation staff with agitation, confusion, and irritability. At irregular intervals, SCP-4452 will attempt to produce drawings with any readily available media, though it displays a preference for felt-tip markers and wax crayons. While the majority of these drawings are unfocused, abstract shapes and lines, roughly 5% depict coherent (albeit crude) patterns and childlike motifs, centered around "stick figure" drawings of one or more humanoid shapes. These notable drawings function as either visual infohazards or extremely potent infovaccines when viewed by an observer. A selection of such drawings is listed below. Table 4452-1: Selected Anomalous Drawings Produced by SCP-4452 Description of Image Observer(s) Effect(s) 1 humanoid stick figure, surrounded by a series of concentric blue circles 1 Class-D test subject Subject viewed the image for 8 minutes before describing a feeling of intense warmth. Subject was discovered to have gained a strong resistance to standard test infohazards, roughly equivalent to inoculation with a Class-3 Helmsford-Zhang infovaccine. Subject survived with no ill effects. 3 humanoid stick figures, surrounded by a series of concentric blue circles 3 Class-D test subjects Subjects viewed the image for 6 minutes before describing feelings of intense warmth. Subjects were discovered to have gained a strong resistance to test infohazards, roughly equivalent to inoculation with experimental Class-4 Helmsford-Zhang infovaccines still in development. Subjects survived with no ill effects. 3 humanoid stick figures, surrounded by a series of concentric blue circles. The figures are depicted in a configuration that suggests they have grasped each others' hands. 1 Class-D test subject Subject viewed the image for 5 minutes before describing a feeling of mild warmth. Subject was discovered to have gained an unprecedented level of strong resistance to test infohazards. Of note, the subject survived direct, prolonged observation of a Berryman-Langford instant-kill visual meme for 6 minutes before succumbing to its effects. SCP-4452 has in the past produced infohazardous drawings as well as infoprotective artwork. However, at present time, SCP-4452 demonstrates an unwillingness to produce harmful images. Accordingly, further research and study of SCP-4452 is to be directed at refining, improving, and reverse engineering the properties of the highly-effective infovaccines it continues to create. Judging by the similarities between the images drawn by SCP-4452 and the circumstances of Incident 4452-A, it is hypothesized that the self-inflicted brain injury sustained by SCP-4452 functioned as a crude emergency treatment for exposure to a weaponized infohazard. While the exact mechanism of action is unknown, the brain structures through which the hazard would typically deliver its lethal effects were destroyed, while the anomalous payload remained intact. As SCP-4452 is capable of producing images with both hazardous and protective effects, it is further speculated that SCP-4452 maintains some degree of control over the anomalous meme.Mild sedation with lorazepam has very limited effect in rendering SCP-4452 more amenable to working with researchers. A general lack of cooperation with Foundation staff has thus far hindered thorough testing of this hypothesis. SCP-4452 is generally cooperative with researchers. When distressed, SCP-4452 will often hide underneath its cotton blanket for thirty to sixty minutes. This behavior is extremely effective in reducing acute anxiety in the anomaly, and will usually render SCP-4452 amenable to interacting with Foundation staff. In addition, the day-to-day demeanor of SCP-4452 is improved by the simple presence of the blanket within line-of-sight. At present time, the anomaly rarely exhibits irritability or aggressive behavior, and it often expresses joy and excitement while drawing. Incident Report 4452-A: Acquisition of SCP-4452 on 07/27/2021 At 4:43 PM Mountain Standard Time, the Foundation was put on high alert by a surge in encrypted chatter on channels known to be used by the Chaos Insurgency in the Rocky Mountains. Twenty-two minutes later, police scanners in the town of Brighton, Colorado, described massive casualties among EMTs and law enforcement responding to neighborhood reports of a "commotion" at a suburban home. Of note, there were no reports of any shots fired. MTF-Γ-4 was dispatched to the residence, arriving within eight minutes. MTF-Γ-4 observed four known Chaos Insurgency infohazardous terrorism operatives fleeing the area, all of whom were listed in the terminate-on-sight dossier. A brief firefight ensued, and the CI operatives were killed on the scene. There were no casualties among Foundation forces. Upon entering the building, MTF-Γ-4 encountered ten deceased EMTs and police officers near the entrance, all of whom displayed significant hemorrhaging from the eyes. The homeowner was found similarly deceased in the kitchen. Progressing to the basement, SCP-4452 was discovered concealed beneath a blanket, comatose, gripping the handle of a cordless electric drill with a quarter-inch diameter bit engaged in the chuck. After thorough analysis of the scene, it was inferred that SCP-4452 had used the drill to perforate its skull immediately after encountering a Chaos Insurgency infoweapon. Lifesaving measures by Foundation neurosurgeons were successful, and a cranioplasty was performed to implant a plate over the site of the self-trepanation. SCP-4452 has been medically stabilized, and has a positive prognosis for long-term survivability. Its likelihood of regaining significant cognitive function, however, is very low. FOR ETHICS COMMITTEE EYES ONLY Level-E5 clearance required for access Level-O5 clearance may be accepted on a case-by-case basis by petition to the Ethics Committee. Please present your Level-E5 credentials Access granted. Disclosure of Conflict of Interest: E5-3 Ethics Committee member E5-3 voluntarily recused herself from discussion regarding SCP-4452 after declaring a conflict of interest. By unanimous agreement of the remainder of the Ethics Committee, a one-time exception to her recusal was granted. At her suggestion, containment procedures for SCP-4452 were modified to allow the anomaly access to a blue cotton blanket. According to E5-3, SCP-4452 had previously been in the habit of carrying a similar blanket for comfort and security, purchased by her husband3 at the time of the anomaly's birth. Footnotes 1. Only completely blind staff, or blindfolded staff who have taken sightless navigation training, are to be allowed access to the containment cell. 2. Inferred from context to represent a cordless electric drill (see Incident Report 4452-A) 3. Deceased, see Incident Report 4452-A ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4452" by LiterallyMechanical, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4452. 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-4453 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4453 is contained at Site-92. Site-92 is to be manned by no fewer than four security staff at any time, who will pose as SCP-4453’s personal staff and employees to conceal the true function of Site-92 from the general public. SCP-4453 is permitted to make short excursions from Site-92 to nearby towns, provided it does not attempt to reveal its anomalous nature, does not stray more than one hundred kilometres from Site-92, does not stay away from Site-92 overnight and only travels when accompanied by at least one member of security staff. Only personnel who score at least an 85 or above on the Sanders-Deusken Marital Happiness Scale are permitted to visit or hold positions at Site-92. Staff are encouraged to apply for positions at Site-92 alongside their spouse. Under no circumstances are staff who have committed adultery permitted to hold positions at Site-92. Because of this, potential staff are permitted to excuse themselves from consideration for this assignment without explanation. Staff are not to attempt to contain SCP-4453 with physical restraints or violence. All prospective Site-92 staff must receive training in non-violent de-escalation techniques and emotional co-regulation, and must be familiar with SCP-4453’s Crisis Management Plan. No staff besides SCP-4453’s assigned psychiatrists are to mention or be drawn into conversations about SCP-4453’s family. In the event of a breach of the Covenant XLIX Agreement, Foundation staff are to prioritise maintaining the agreement over asserting Foundation authority or attempting punitive actions against SCP-4453. In order to encourage SCP-4453 to remain on the premises during containment breaches, the wine required to fulfil the Foundation’s terms of the Covenant XLIX Agreement is to be kept in a locked on-site wine cellar. In the event of SCP-4453 accessing this cellar, staff are to immediately contact its assigned psychiatrist. SCP-4453 is permitted to access the internet through devices it owns, as long as this access is monitored by the Foundation and complies with the Covenent XLIX Agreement. SCP-4453 mainly uses this connection to run a family advice blog and associated social media accounts, and to watch videos posted to the Youtube channel run by SCP-4453-3. Site-92’s roof is to be fitted with no fewer than six Type-8 Scranton Reality Anchors (the lightning rod subtype). These are to be disguised as extraneous chimneys, weather vanes and satellite dishes. Description: SCP-4453 claims to be the Greek goddess Hera. It is an Omega-class reality-warping entity. It is capable of assuming whatever form it so desires, but typically appears as a silver-haired 50 year old Mediterranean woman standing 1.6 metres in height. SCP-4453 is immortal, ageless and indestructible. It is also capable of altering reality within its presence according to its will. SCP-4453 typically does not use its powers, except when it has to protect its own existence or when it is experiencing periods of high stress. Due to the difficulties inherent in containing such an entity, the Foundation and SCP-4453 have entered into the Covenant XLIX Agreement. The agreement was negotiated and drafted in 2003. As long as the Foundation has maintained the terms of the agreement and assisted SCP-4453 with emotional co-regulation and de-escalation, SCP-4453 has remained in Foundation custody. + Abbreviated Covenent XLIX Agreement - Abbreviated Covenent XLIX Agreement Covenant XLIX Agreement According to the terms of this agreement, the Foundation will – -provide a villa on the coast of Iberia, valued at no less than 35 million euros to house SCP-4453 (hereafter referred to as Site-92). -provide SCP-4453 with weekly therapy sessions with a psychiatrist of its choice. -provide SCP-4453 weekly with no less than four litres of spiced red wine made from Kalambaki grapes fermented on the island of Lemnos. -provide SCP-4453 with 400 Euros a week in discretionary funds, to be spent as it sees fit. -provide SCP-4453 with a reliable internet connection. -create and maintain Mobile Task Force Eta-2 (“Thunderstealers”) for the express purpose of sabotaging any attempt by SCP-4453-1 to engage in adulterous sexual activity. As long as the Foundation maintains these terms, SCP-4453 will – -remain in Foundation custody at all times. -remain within 100km of Site-92 at all times, and remain on Site-92’s premises between the hours of 9pm and 7am. -not attempt to harm Foundation personnel or sabotage or impede Foundation operations. -not attempt to disseminate knowledge of itself, other anomalous entities, or the existence of anomalous entities in general to the public, including over the internet. -attend weekly therapy sessions with the psychiatrist provided by the Foundation. -consent to have its internet activities monitored by Foundation personnel. SCP-4453 is a goddess of family. It has knowledge of the families of anyone within its presence, who those families are, the location of each member of that family and the nature of their relationship. On occasion, SCP-4453 has offered advice to Foundation staff regarding marriage and child rearing. Staff are encouraged to take this advice as SCP-4453 enjoys being seen as an authority on family relationships. SCP-4453 regards its containment as a “vacation” or “sabbatical” away from its own family, particularly its husband (hereafter referred to as SCP-4453-1), its other siblings, its two children (referred to as SCP-4453-2 and -3) and its daughter-in-law (referred to as SCP-4453-4). SCP-4453 has a pathological hatred of adulterers. Due to its nature, SCP-4453 can sense if a person has engaged in adultery upon entering its presence, and it can sense if anyone within that person’s family has engaged in adultery against them. When she personally encounters an adulterer, SCP-4453 becomes enraged, typically vaporising them or inflicting what it considers to be an “ironic” punishment. Its assigned staff psychiatrists have recently achieved some success in persuading it to undo these, but their success is far from assured. Per the Covenant XLIX Agreement, the Foundation provides SCP-4453 with four litres of spiced red wine every week. In times of high stress, SCP-4453 will typically binge drink the wine it has been provided. Upon running out, SCP-4453 would formerly breach containment in order to seek more. To encourage it to remain on Site-92 premises, Foundation staff have filled the Site-92 wine cellar with the kind of wine preferred by SCP-4453 so that it will go there instead of fleeing the Site-92 premises. This cellar is typically kept locked by Site-92 staff and SCP-4453 does not have free access to it, however it has broken in during times of high stress in order to access more than its allowed four litres. Addendum: + Interview Log 23/4/2018 - Interview Log 23/4/2018 Interviewed: SCP-4453 Interviewer: Dr. Bianchi Foreword: An excerpt from SCP-4453’s weekly interview with its assigned psychiatrist, Dr. Bianchi, dated 23/4/2018 <Begin Log> Bianchi: I’m glad to hear your blog is going so well, Hera. I know it’s a sore subject for you, but I was wondering if we could discuss your family today, as well. SCP-4453: Why? They aren’t relevant to anything. Bianchi: I know your family is important to you. I know you’re a goddess of family. But your family also seems to be a source of considerable stress for you. You never talk about them. It's okay if you don’t want discuss the issue, I’m just… opening the door, if you did want to talk about them. SCP-4453: I… Silence for seven seconds. SCP-4453: It would be nice to talk to someone who understands. Bianchi: Alright. I’m glad you feel comfortable enough to talk. Why don’t you start? What is it about your family you’d like to talk about? SCP-4453: I… I have a complicated relationship. With my husband. Bianchi: Complicated how? SCP-4453: Well, popular myths and knowledge about him are incomplete at best. He is more than the god of sky and thunder. He is the king of the gods, and the god of kings. God of rulers and priests and hospitality. To him all tributes are owed. He is, fundamentally, a god of power. A god of taking what he wants and getting what he wants. He’s also the cheatingest son of a bitch on the planet. And my biological brother. Bianchi: That’s… unfortunate. You married your brother? I understand if your values are different from those of we mere mortals- SCP-4453: No, it's gross for us too. Bianchi: Oh. SCP-4453: Long ago, after we first triumphed against our father, it was the first time we were truly free to reach out and assume our places in the cosmos. My would-be husband became our liege and our ruler by dint of his nature. He sought me out as his bride. In my own way, I too am a goddess of power. Mine is a feminine power, the power of a woman holds in the household. The power a mother holds over a young life, shaping it, cultivating it and growing it. The responsibility and influence that comes with being the one others depend on for succor and support. Women’s work is the backbone of humanity and I am the goddess of that work. He was drawn to me, and I to him. Bianchi: I see. SCP-4453: I was drawn to him because he was a fitting match for me, as a god of masculine power. He was drawn to me because I was the goddess of a kind of power he did not possess. It is an intrinsic part of his nature to hunger for more. To demand more. To desire dominion over all things. Bianchi: And that hunger applies to his sex life? SCP-4453: Yes. Once he had me under his thumb he spared not a thought for me. He hungers for other women. He wants things he should not have, because desiring them and taking them is an intrinsic part of his nature. Bianchi: He sounds like a terrible husband. SCP-4453: He is. Bianchi: Well, have you perhaps thought of leaving him? A snapping noise sounds throughout the room. The lights dim and SCP-4453 darkens, while simultaneously glowing a red light. It rises from its seated position. SCP-4453: How dare you?! You would insult me, the queen of the gods?! Bianchi: I’m sorry! I meant no insult. Please forgive me. I am simply trying to understand you and your situation. The lights in the room resume their normal function. SCP-4453 ceases glowing and returns to its seat. It is silent for five seconds. SCP-4453: I am… sorry too. I should not have gotten angry. It’s just… I am a wife and mother. I am the goddess of the very idea of the wife and mother. I have a duty to stand by my husband as his wife, no matter what. “Until death do us part” is an ancient and sacred tradition. To abandon him would be an unforgivable stain on my honor as a woman. Bianchi: So you are honor-bound to remain at his side? SCP-4453: Yes. Bianchi: Though he frequently dishonors you with his infidelity? SCP-4453 straightens in its chair. SCP-4453: My husband’s conduct… I have no control over him. And his deeds reflect on him as much as me. It is more important that I remain the devoted spouse, so that if he ever returns my faithfulness we will be the perfect husband and wife. Bianchi: That… Forgive me, but that doesn’t sound like it’s going to work. SCP-4453: No. Bianchi: As you said yourself, his very nature is to want more than what you offer. But you can’t leave him because it’s your nature to strive to be the perfect wife and mother. SCP-4453: Yes! Exactly! Bianchi: It must cause you a great amount of stress, to be the goddess of family and have your own family so disordered. SCP-4453 grimaces and places its head in its hands. SCP-4453: You have no idea. The Olympic Council is made up of the most prominent of our number. Out of the ten others who sit upon it, seven of them are his children, but only two of them are mine. My nature means I am constantly aware of every member of my own family, including all his bastard brats. He has fathered hundreds of them. They rasp at me like sandpaper on bare skin. Bianchi: I see. Silence for four seconds Bianchi: You know, the Foundation would doubtless be interested in meeting your husband's other children. Could you… introduce us? Silence for three seconds. SCP-4453: Why, yes. Would you like to know where all of them are, right now? <End Log> Closing Statement: As a result of this interview, the Foundation took into custody ██ anomalous individuals. ██ evaded capture by Foundation operatives and are being pursued by MTF Eta-3 (“Rattenfangers”). + Interview Log 2/5/2018 - Interview Log 2/5/2018 Interviewed: SCP-4453 Interviewer: Dr. Bianchi Foreword: An excerpt from SCP-4453’s weekly interview with its assigned psychiatrist, Dr. Bianchi, dated 2/5/2018 <Begin Log> Bianchi: I’m glad to hear you’re enjoying the wine, Hera. I was wondering if we could talk about something you brought up last week? SCP-4453: What would that be? Bianchi: You mentioned having two children of your own? Silence for four seconds. SCP-4453: Yes. Ares and Hephaestus. Bianchi: I’m sorry, is something wrong? SCP-4453: No. Well, yes. There is always something wrong, Helen. But… I think it would be nice to talk to someone about it. I haven’t really had anyone to speak to about these things and after last week’s session I felt better than I had in… a while. Bianchi: I’m glad to hear you’re benefiting from these sessions. Please, start wherever you would like. SCP-4453: Well, I suppose I should start with my eldest. Ares. Silence for eight seconds. SCP-4453: I’m sorry, I’m having trouble thinking of how I should say this. Bianchi: Please, take as long as you need. We’re not on a time limit. If you need time to consider how to put your feelings into words… SCP-4453: Yes, thank you. Silence for four seconds. SCP-4453: I am his mother, and I love him. He is my eldest son and heir. It is my sworn duty to protect him, cherish him, and love him. As his mother I cannot do anything less. To even speak ill of him is… Bianchi: A betrayal? SCP-4453: Yes. Not just of him, but of my nature. Bianchi: If you do not feel up to speaking, we can- SCP-4453: He… takes after his father. Bianchi: Oh. SCP-4453 sighs. SCP-4453: People call him the god of war. Or, one of the gods of war. I’d like to talk about that as well. But for now, know my eldest son is not a god of war. He is the son of the god of power, and so he is the god of violence. Of power being used to overpower the unwilling, being used to violate people physically or cow them with the threat of such. He is the god of muggings, of prison shankings, of domestic violence, of rape. He is the god of large men taking what they want from those too weak to stop them. The god of thugs. Bianchi: I see… so he is almost a distilled version of the traits you dislike most about your husband? His “taking what he wants”? SCP-4453: Yes! That’s it. Every time I look at Ares… I see him. Bianchi: That’s very unfortunate, Hera. SCP-4453: He’s… also something of a disappointment. Bianchi: Really? SCP-4453: Everyone refers to him as a god of war but he’s never been the most revered war god in our pantheon. That goes to his half-sister, Athena. She’s held in high esteem as a patron of mighty heroes and has one of the greatest cities in all of Greece named after her. The most well-known story that mentions him, on the other hand, is a tale of how one of her mortal champions drove him from the fields of Troy. A god of violence, defeated and sent running! Bianchi: Huh. I had heard he had a city serving him as well, Sparta if I remember? SCP-4453: Yes, and what happened to that? Oh, it was obliterated two thousand years ago by Visigoths, who were honestly doing it a favour after it spent several hundred years licking the boots of the scions of Troy. Then the Ottomans built a town full of peasants nearby and gave it the same name two centuries ago. That was swallowed up in 2011 when it was merged with several larger towns to form a single precinct. Destroyed by municipal bureaucracy! Meanwhile, her city not only still exists, it’s the capital of the entire country! Bianchi: I see. So he is your son, the son of the king and queen of the gods, but he’s overshadowed by one of your husband’s illegitimate children? SCP-4453: Yes! Bianchi: Well, that must upset you. I hope you don’t mind me saying this but you seem like a proud woman. It sounds like you’re upset that your own son, who you bore, is less revered than one of your husband’s illegitimate children. Silence for five seconds. Bianchi: I’m sorry if that was too far- SCP-4453: No. By Kronos, that’s exactly right. Except that’s not the only thing. Bianchi: Yes? SCP-4453: He… is having an affair. With his brother’s wife. With her. Silence for three seconds. Bianchi: Ah. Silence for four seconds Bianchi: Would you- SCP-4453: I am his mother! I bore him in my womb! He suckled from my bosom! I raised him! Yet he dishonors me! He repays the kindness of his mother, the goddess of family, by violating that family, with his brother’s wife! Within our own family! It is a betrayal as stark and painful as those of my husband! It tears at me! Like a dagger though my stomach! The lights in the room begin to flicker. Bianchi: I am truly sorry to hear that, Hera. I can see this topic of conversation is upsetting you, we can stop if- The lights in the room cease flickering. SCP-4453: No, it's… that’s all I wanted to say about him. I just…. damn it. Bianchi: Here. Dr Bianchi passes SCP-4453 a tissue box SCP-4453: Thank you dear. Conversation pauses for eight seconds. Bianchi: If you want, we can change the subject. You mentioned your other son just now? Hephaestus? I understand you’ve been using the internet we provide to watch his internet videos? SCP-4453: Yes. That Youtube channel of his, “Twisted Metal Forging”. SCP-4453 chuckles. SCP-4453: Of course he would embrace that name. Honestly, I’m glad he’s been so successful. Did you see his beard? That can’t be safe in a forge, but it suits him. A lot more than it does my husband. Bianchi: Yes. I heard he had over a million watchers? SCP-4453: Oh, I wouldn’t know. I barely know how Twitter works. I’m just glad he’s happy, even if it’s only while he’s far from me. Bianchi: I’m sorry, is there bad blood with him as well? SCP-4453: No. Well, yes. Sort of. I… Silence for four seconds. SCP-4453: It was my fault. Silence for three seconds. SCP-4453: When he was born… There’s a reason incest is somewhat taboo for us as well. When he was born, he… he came out wrong. I made him wrong. Silence for four seconds. SCP-4453: I was angry. At myself… and at him. I had wanted another child of my own. Zeus already had several bastards, but when we tried… when I could get him to try… it would end badly. Because we were siblings. I wanted another one to show I was a mother goddess, that I was his wife. Also… I wanted one like me, one who I could look at without seeing their father. Perhaps even a daughter. SCP-4453: When he came out… twisted… I was distraught. I could hear his whores snickering at me through the walls. I was a mother goddess and I couldn’t even bear a proper child. SCP-4453: I… struck him. I cast him out, abandoning him to die alone, as the Spartans did. I refused to even look upon him for many years. SCP-4453: It was only later I realised my mistake. I was his mother, I should have acted like one. Instead I shunned him. He came into the world crying and looking for the warmth of a mother and found only cold and rejection. My child needed me and I betrayed him. It wasn’t until he was a grown man, marching into the halls of his father, that I was re-united with him. His father was thrilled. So thrilled he offered him the hand of the most beautiful woman among us as a bride to ensure his loyalty. Bianchi: And that was when he was married to- SCP-4453: The whore. Yes. Bianchi: It sounds like you really regret how you treated him when he was younger. SCP-4453: Yes. I do. If I could, I would go back and change things. But that is one of the few things I cannot do. Even now, years later, he has not forgiven me. I don’t blame him. Bianchi: I’m very sorry to hear this, Hera. I can see this is something you feel a great deal of grief over. I am here for you. SCP-4453: Thank you. Silence for twelve seconds. SCP-4453 takes several more tissues. The session ends shortly after this. <End Log> Closing Statement: After this session, SCP-4453 returned to its chambers and consumed the rest of its week’s allocated supply of wine over the course of an hour and a half. Shortly afterwards, SCP-4453 breached the on-site wine cellar. Dr. Bianchi was called in to console SCP-4453 and return it to normal functioning per the Crisis Management Plan. + Incident 42/C - Incident 42/C Incident 42/C Date: 3/5/2018 Incident: Shortly after a successful operation by MTF Eta-2 (“Thunderstealers”) at 8pm, a protracted lightning storm struck Site-92. There was no sign of the storm until two minutes before it first struck the Site, clouds forming in the sky above seemingly from nowhere. The lightning storm lasted approximately 30 minutes. Over the course of the storm, Site-92 was struck by lightning over 2000 times. All Site-92 staff managed to make it inside the mansion and were protected by the Site’s abundance of Type 8 Scranton Reality Anchors, reporting no injuries. When the storm began SCP-4453 exited the Site and stood outside on the Site’s uppermost balcony. Over the course of the storm, SCP-4453 laughed and jeered at the storm. It consumed five glasses of wine during this time. + Interview Log 9/5/2018 - Interview Log 9/5/2018 Interviewed: SCP-4453 Interviewer: Dr. Bianchi Foreword: An excerpt from SCP-4453’s weekly interview with its assigned psychiatrist, Dr. Bianchi, dated 9/5/2018 <Begin Log> Bianchi: I’m glad to hear you were able to help them. Your blog has been an excellent way for you to utilise your talents as a goddess of family. SCP-4453: I know! I considered starting one of those television shows, but I always found them somewhat ghastly, playing up a family’s troubles for drama and ratings. This has been so much better. Bianchi: I also wanted to speak with you about your family some more today, if that’s alright. SCP-4453: Yes, that’s fine. I don’t mind speaking of them with you, it's been… helpful to be able to talk about these things. Bianchi: Yes. I understand you’ve been carrying these feelings, these regrets and stresses, around inside you for quite some time. It doesn’t seem like you’ve had anyone else you could really be open with. SCP-4453: Well, yes. My husband has never really been understanding. Bianchi: But what about other places you could turn? Friends? SCP-4453: Friends? Bianchi: Yes, friends. Peers you are not related with, who you have familiarity, or even an emotional connection. SCP-4453: I…. I have always been a private person. Bianchi: Ah. Not normally one for sharing your feelings with others? SCP-4453: Yes. It would reflect poorly on my marriage to air our dirty laundry like some washerwoman. Bianchi: I see. But you’ve mentioned there were twelve gods on the Olympic Council. Seven of your husband's children, you, and him… what of the other three? SCP-4453: Hmph. Poseidon, Demeter and… the whore? Bianchi: Well, from what you’ve said about her I assume you don’t have a high opinion of Aphrodite. But what about the other two? They are your siblings, correct? As is Hades? SCP-4453: Yes, though I am loathe to admit it. Bianchi: Oh? Not on speaking terms with them? SCP-4453: Hardly. The god of the seas, horses and being second-best is as big of an adulterer as my husband. He’s been cheating on Amphitrite for as long as they’ve been married, with as many mistresses as he could lure into bed with him. Bianchi: So he takes after his brother then? SCP-4453: Yes. Bianchi: What about Demeter? I know I could turn to my sisters for support when I was growing up. SCP-4453: Demeter is a harlot. She had an affair with my husband behind my back, and bore a daughter from it, the goddess of Spring. He then raped the girl, and she bore a child herself, the god of Madness. They both sit on the Olympic Council. Bianchi: Oh. Your family certainly is…. SCP-4453: A disgustingly incestuous mess? Bianchi: I was going to say “complicated”. SCP-4453: Yes, well, Persephone is now married to my other sibling, the god of the dead. I haven’t seen or heard from him in… gods, millennia now. Bianchi: Really? Why’s that? SCP-4453: Because he washed his hands of all of us and pointedly ignores any attempt to be lured out of his underworld. He doesn’t even sit the Council any more. Ever since my husband assaulted his wife he’s avoided us, staying out of Olympic affairs, spending his days ensuring the smooth running of the land of the dead. He’s a quiet, unassuming bureaucrat now, dedicated to his wife and her son. Bianchi: That’s… sweet? I guess. SCP-4453: It is. They are the closest thing to a healthy family in our pantheon, and he is married to his niece, who bore his nephew within her. Bianchi: Well I suppose… love is like that, sometimes? SCP-4453: Yes. Love. Bianchi: Ah, I did not mean to bring up- SCP-4453: The love between a man and wife. Or mother and child. Bianchi: We do not need to talk about her if you wish, I can see you find it- SCP-4453: No. We have talked about everyone else. We may as well discuss that prostitute. Bianchi: Very well. What is it you would like to- SCP-4453: She’s NOT the goddess of love. I’M the goddess of love. I am the goddess of man and wife. Of mother and child. It is MY domain, and mine alone. True love is knowing! On seeing someone at their highest and at their lowest and knowing both! On knowing their quirks, their strangenesses, their habits. It’s about seeing pieces of them no-one else looks closely enough to see. It’s about knowing how they think! The true shape of them! It’s about seeing all they are and accepting them unreservedly! Loving them! SCP-4453: She STOLE that from me! She’s not the goddess of love. She’s the goddess of… of… baseless fantasy! She is the goddess of empty pining, of loving the idea of a person without actually knowing them. True love does not last an hour or a day, it lasts for decades! If you do not love them when they dispel your illusions then you never loved them at all! That’s what she’s the goddess of! Fantasies, daydreams, reflections, empty promises! She’s the goddess of lying to oneself! Of being destroyed by foolish dreams! Bianchi: Wow, she sounds- SCP-4453: And she stole love from me! SCP-4453 stands from its chair and begins pacing the room. The lights in the interview room begin flickering. SCP-4453: Ask any mortal who the goddess of love is, and they’ll say her! Not me! Her, some adulterous harlot! She married my son, my poor boy, and betrayed him! Betrayed him over and over! She still betrays him! With his very brother no less! It tears at him, I can feel it, and she cares not! It tears at me! She is the daughter-in-law of the goddess of family but she tears at that family with her every act! The glass windows of the interview room begin to crack. SCP-4453’s wine glass begins to shake and vibrate. Outside, a cloud covers the sun. SCP-4453's voice begins to echo. Bianchi: Hera- SCP-4453: And she enjoys it! She loves it! It is her nature! Foolish pining leading to self-destruction! She strings both my sons along, subverting them and MY FAMILY for her own benefit! THAT BITCH! The windows in the room and SCP-4453’s wine glass explode, sending shards of glass everywhere. Dr. Bianchi suffers a number of shallow cuts to her forearms and torso as she shields her face with her arms. SCP-4453: THAT CONNIVING, SCHEMING, SLITHERING LITTLE- Bianchi: Hera please you’re scaring me. SCP-4453: What? Oh. Here. The cloud over the sun passes and the lights cease flickering. SCP-4453 gestures towards Dr. Bianchi. All of the cuts she suffered because of the broken glass disappear without trace. SCP-4453’s voice returns to normal. SCP-4453: I think that’s enough for today dear. We will talk again next week. SCP-4453 exits the room quickly, without waiting for a response from Dr. Bianchi. Dr. Bianchi remains seated for another fifty seconds, breathing heavily, until two members of on-site security arrive to investigate the disturbance. Dr. Bianchi remains seated for another minute as security officers begin gathering the shards of broken glass and examining her arms. Dr. Bianchi is escorted from the room by a security officer once enough glass has been cleared away that it is safe to do so. <End Log> Closing Statement: In the aftermath of this report, Dr. Bianchi reported that in addition to the cuts on her torso and arms, a number of other scars and physical defects had disappeared, including the scars from her caesarean and breast cancer surgeries. She also reported that she began experiencing menstruation again, and no longer suffered from insomnia. + Site 92 Incident Log - Site 92 Incident Log Site 92 Incident Log Incident 43/D Date: 9/5/2018 Incident: Approximately three hours after an interview with her prescribed psychiatrist that ended prematurely, SCP-4453 had an altercation with Officer ███████, a member of Site 92’s security staff. Upon encountering Officer ███████ in a hallway, SCP-4453 accused Officer ███████ of “wandering eyes” and contemplating sexual encounters with a man besides her husband. SCP-4453 then [REDACTED]. When questioned by other members of staff about Officer ███████’s location, it replied that it had “sent her somewhere she would be put to use.” Although SCP-4453 was initially resistant to entreaties by staff to undo this, Dr. Bianchi was called in for an emergency session on 10/5/2018. After some discussion, SCP-4453 returned Officer ███████ to Site-92 and restored her human form. SCP-4453 apologised and expressed regret for its actions, saying it “had not been thinking straight”. Officer ███████ was placed on psychiatric leave. Two weeks later, Officer ███████ requested that she be allowed to resign her position as a Foundation Security Officer and be given a full amnestic treatment. This request was granted. Incident 49/E Date: 29/05/2018 Incident: On 28/05/2018 at 6.30pm an MTF Eta-2 operation was ambushed by SCP-4453-1. SCP-4453-1 [REDACTED]. The entire task force was relocated to a Foundation medical facility but staff discovered the changes were irreversible; even reconstructive plastic surgery would gradually “reverse” and return staff members to their afflicted state over the course of a few hours. All members were immediately placed on medical leave. The facility’s on-site gynaecologist [REDACTED]. When Dr. Bianchi reported this to SCP-4453, it grew quiet. Dr. Bianchi assured it that the Foundation would abide by the Covenant XLIX Agreement and a new Eta-2 was being recruited. SCP-4453 said it was not upset, instead it felt partially responsible for the fates of the Eta-2 operatives. SCP-4453 said it could not undo the work of one of its family, but it could help them in other ways. SCP-4453 then [REDACTED]. Subsequently, the former Eta-2 operatives were granted the group designation SCP-████. Several of their number have since petitioned for the ability to return to the field as part of a theoretical taskforce MTF Eta-4 (“Tiresians”). Incident 54/F Date: 7/6/2018 Incident: At 4.45am SCP-4453 used its internet connection to send a private message to the Youtube channel Twisted Metal Forging, congratulating it on one of the builds in its latest video. Approximately four hours later, TMF responded. It asked SCP-4453 not to contact it again and then blocked it from sending them more messages. SCP-4453 retreated to its bedroom and began consuming its supply of wine. Its assigned psychiatrist Dr Bianchi was contacted and asked to call in. As Dr. Bianchi was arriving on-site at 9.15am, SCP-4453 breached the wine cellar. Dr. Bianchi used active listening and emotional co-regulation to assist SCP-4453 and return it to normal functioning. Incident 60/G Date: 23/6/2018 Incident: Shortly after awakening at 7am, SCP-4453 began threatening a member of its on-site security staff, Officer ████████, and accusing him of marital infidelity. Officer ████, Officer ████████’s wife, engaged SCP-4453 and distracted it long enough for Officer ████████ to be removed from the site. When asked when Officer ████████ had committed adultery, SCP-4453 became evasive and retreated to its room. It began consuming large amounts of wine. Per its Crisis Management Plan, its assigned psychiatrist was contacted. Shortly afterwards, SCP-4453 breached the wine cellar. Dr. Bianchi arrived and began using emotional co-regulation and active listening to assist SCP-4453 in returning to normal functioning. She asked SCP-4453 why it had accused Officer ████████ of infidelity, noting that he had been posing as its gardener and working with it since it first entered Foundation custody. SCP-4453 admitted that Officer ████████ had not committed infidelity and had always been respectful and acted with propriety. SCP-4453 explained that the previous night it had dreamed about Officer ████████ in a romantic/sexual context, and had been projecting its feelings of shame onto him and attempting to have him removed from the Site. SCP-4453 requested Officer ████████ be returned to Site 92. This request was granted and SCP-4453 apologised to him for its behaviour, saying it had not been in its right mind. Officer ████████ accepted SCP-4453's apology. + Staff Notices - Staff Notices NOTICE TO ALL STAFF I cannot believe I am having to issue this notice. All Foundation staff, regardless of position, are expected to conduct themselves with a high degree of professionalism. Life and death situations are part of our daily bread and butter, and any lapse in our judgement has potentially catastrophic consequences. Which is why I find it upsetting I must ask you all to not volunteer for service at Site 92 in order to test your spouse’s fidelity. Site-92 exists to contain an Omega-class reality manipulator. Every day our staff work tirelessly to negotiate with and manage this entity, risking their lives and in some cases fates far worse than mere death, in order to protect the world and ensure the preservation of normalcy. Our recruitment process should not be used as a marital barometer. Foundation staff found to be wasting my staff’s time in this manner from now on will face demotion and possibly removal from Foundation employ. If you suspect your spouse of infidelity you should seek a marital counsellor or a divorce lawyer, not send applications to my office. This may seem harsh, but recent events have made it a necessity. I will not be wasting my Site’s limited resources finding the next applicant who decides to go MIA rather than admit their mistakes, I will instead request the assistance of MTF Epsilon-10 (“Manhunters”). I cannot believe I had to send out this notice, Site Director Suarez Notice to All Site 92 staff Date: 28/06/2018 As of 1/7/2018, Dr. Bianchi will be going on stress leave for a month. SCP-4453 is not to be informed of this, and is instead to be told Dr. Bianchi is taking long service leave for a trip to Vietnam and Australia. For this time, Dr. Bisset will be SCP-4453’s assigned psychiatrist. Dr. Bisset is married but she has a wife, and is estranged from her parents. SCP-4453 was consulted and had no objections to this arrangement. However, staff should still be prepared to engage and redirect SCP-4453 should their first session go wrong. + Interview Log 2/7/2018 - Interview Log 2/7/2018 Interviewed: SCP-4453 Interviewer: Dr. Bisset Foreword: An excerpt from SCP-4453’s weekly interview with its assigned psychiatrist, Dr. Bisset, dated 2/7/2018 <Begin Log> Bisset: Good morning, Hera. It’s nice to finally meet you. SCP-4453: I… yes, it is nice to meet you, Dr… Bisset … SCP-4453 stares at Dr Bisset. Silence for five seconds. Bisset: I’m sorry, is something wrong? Dr. Bianchi mentioned she checked with you about my wife before she arranged this. SCP-4453: It's not… your… wife… SCP-4453 rises from its seated position. It begins to pace around Dr Bisset's seat, staring at her. Bisset: I'm sorry Hera, is something wrong? The lights in the room begin to flicker. The glass windows begin to crack. SCP-4453 visibly darkens, but simultaneously glows a red light. SCP-4453: No… No… Bisset: Hera? Are you alright? SCP-4453: No. No. No no no NO! SCP-4453 continues to darken until it is pitch black, besides its eyes and mouth, which glow red. Clouds that had not been present moments before pass over the sun. The windows and lights of the room shatter, swirling into the room and forming into a localised storm. Dr. Bisset is badly lacerated by the swirling glass. Bisset: Hera please! What did I do? SCP-4453: You cannot be! Truculent child! Kidnapper! You cannot be! What witchcraft did you use? How is it you perverted your family so? Bisset: Please stop! I don't understand! SCP-4453: Thief! Changeling! I will not suffer your presence! <End Log> Closing Statement: At this point, SCP-4453 transformed into a beam of light and exited the room, blasting the doors of their hinges. It then proceeded to breach the wine cellar and begin consuming the wine located inside. While this occurred, Site-92 staff approached the interview room and began treating Dr. Bisset's extensive injuries to prevent exsanguination. Staff also attempted to approach SCP-4453 while she was in the wine cellar, but as she responded to their presence with threats and aggression. Staff retreated and allowed SCP-4453 to consume the wine in peace. + Incident 64/H - Incident 64/H Incident 64/H Date: 2/7/2018 Incident: At 5.43pm, after consuming Site-92's entire supply of red wine, SCP-4453 transformed into a beam of light and breached Site-92's security perimeter, moving in the direction of the nearby town of ███████████. Per Site-92's emergency plan, Site Director Suarez contacted O5 Command in case a termination attempt needed to be made to preserve consensus reality. Despite extensive injuries, SCP-4453's assigned psychiatrist Dr. Bisset volunteered to attempt to speak with SCP-4453 to return it to normal functioning. Given the extreme risks involved in engaging SCP-4453, Site Director Suarez approved the plan. Dr. Bisset and two members of Site-92's security staff retrieved a staff vehicle and drove to ███████████. SCP-4453 was located at 6.32pm in ███████████'s liquor store. While unescorted, SCP-4453 encountered 18 individuals it considered "unfaithful" and [REDACTED] 13 of them, vaporising the remaining five. When Dr. Bisset and the two security officers arrived at the store, they discovered SCP-4453 had transformed the store's clerk into an instance of Sus Domesticus, and two police officers who had responded to reports of its activities into salt statues. SCP-4453 initially responded to Dr Bisset's presence with threats and aggression, accusing her of being unfaithful. When Dr Bisset informed SCP-4453 that she had never knowingly committed adultery, SCP-4453 stated that was not the issue. Dr. Bisset asked SCP-4453 to explain what the issue was to her, stating she and the other Foundation staff cared about SCP-4453 and were worried and frightened by her behvaiour. SCP-4453 began to respond to Dr. Bisset's attempts at emotional co-regulation. + Interview Log 2/7/2018 pt 2 - Interview Log 2/7/2018 pt 2 Interviewed: SCP-4453 Interviewer: Dr. Bisset Foreword: An excerpt from the interview that took place between SCP-4453 and its assigned psychiatrist, Dr. Bisset, during SCP-4453's containment breach dated 2/7/2018. At the start of the log, Dr. Bisset has moved so she is seated next to SCP-4453 on the floor of the liquor store. <Begin Log> Bisset: Please Hera. I'm trying to understand. SCP-4453: It's… It wasn't your wife, doctor. I have been around for some time, I am familiar with the writings of Sappho. It's not your wife, it's your… mother. Bisset: Ah yes. I was worried that would be a concern. After I came out to my parents when I was sixteen, they cut contact with me. I have tried to reach out to them since, to respect them as a good daughter should, but- SCP-4453: No. Not… not your regular parents, I see you. I see your family and you… you have a second mother? Bisset: Ah, I’m sorry Hera, I’m not sure I understand. SCP-4453: She’s… A Tiresian? I see you marching with her at one of the rainbow parades. Bisset: Wait, are you talking about ████████? SCP-4453: Yes, I see that is her name. Bisset: When my parents forced me out, we met when she was doing charity work. She let me stay at her apartment for a few years while I finished school and got a job to pay for college. She looked after me and supported me for all that time. I still consider her one of my closest friends. I suppose she was my “mother” in a way. SCP-4453: She is your mother. I can see it. Even now you hold her in the esteem normally reserved for one’s parents. All the respect you held for… for your "birth" parents you gift to her, and she gifts you the love and guidance parents normally reserve for their children. Bisset: Well… yes. SCP-4453: And your daughter… Bisset: You must be seeing ██████. She’s not ours. My wife and I are fostering her for a time. Her parents had problems with looking after her, they let drugs lead to neglect. So we’re giving her a stable home and three meals a day while they get their act together. SCP-4453: No. Bisset: No? SCP-4453: She loves them as her biological parents, yes. But it is not the true relationship to a parent. The unreserved trust a child puts in their guardians, knowing that they’ll always be there to look after them, she reserves that for you and your wife. If ever she has questions or faces challenges or needs help, she will go to you. When she expects someone to provide her with a full pantry and a warm home, she expects it of you, not them. She still loves them and wishes to visit them but she does not desire to live with them again. She knows who will look after her. Who will keep her safe. SCP-4453: She is your daughter. Like the relationship with you and your mother, she has been “transplanted” out of a bad family… and into a… Silence for four seconds. Bisset: Well, I’m very touched, Hera. I hadn’t realised it before, but yes. They are my family. SCP-4453: They are your family. Silence for five seconds. SCP-4453: I… Bisset: Yes? SCP-4453: I would like to go home now. Bisset: Of course, dear. SCP-4453: And… if it's not too much trouble… when all this is cleared up… SCP-4453: Could I talk to… a divorce lawyer? <End Log> Closing Statement: Shortly after this, SCP-4453 returned to Site-92 with Dr. Bisset and the two security officers. SCP-4453 could not resurrect those it had vaporised but did return the 16 others to normal, and the population of ███████████ was treated with amnestics. Dr. Bisset refused SCP-4453's offer to heal her and was treated for her injuries. Site Director Suarez informed 05 Command of SCP-4453's return, nominated Dr. Bisset for a Foundation Star and arranged for one of the Foundation's legal staff to visit Site-92 the next day. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4453" by wmaitla, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4453. 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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Looking For Someone To See The World With close Info X SCP-4454: Looking For Someone To See The World With Author: Mortos If you like this, you can find more of my stuff here! Photo of SCP-4454 taken during assembly, prior to the manifestation of its anomalous properties. Item #: SCP-4454 Special Containment Procedures: Any witnesses to events caused by SCP-4454 are to be amnesticised, and appropriate cover stories generated for any related damage. Acceptable cover stories include gas explosions, meteorite impacts or damage caused by falling space debris. Images left by SCP-4454-1 at impact sites are to be recovered. Research into practical methods of containing SCP-4454-1 are ongoing. Description: SCP-4454 is a KH-9 "Hexagon" photographic reconnaissance satellite currently situated in an irregular orbit around the Earth. SCP-4454 is able to target arbitrary objects in the area directly below its current orbital position; targeted objects are pulled into orbit at a speed of approximately 150km/h, and stop once within 1km of SCP-4454. Depending on the current position of SCP-4454, this process can take between 14 hours and 16 days. Once the targeted object has reached SCP-4454, it will be rapidly launched back towards Earth, reaching top speeds of between 1500km/h and 35,000km/h. Due to the apparently random nature of the objects undergoing this effect, many of them burn up on re-entry. Those that survive re-entry have universally been destroyed upon impact, with the exception of SCP-4454-1. Approximately one hour after the projected impact time for the object1 SCP-4454 will target another object and repeat the process. SCP-4454 was originally the last in the line of KH-9 reconnaissance satellites. Its anomalous properties manifested immediately upon entering stable Earth orbit, at which point it stopped responding to remote commands and began altering its orbit. Personnel involved with the satellite were amnesticised and a failed launch was staged as a cover-up. Incident 4454-01: On 17/04/2012 a person, later identified as David White and now classified as SCP-4454-1, was targeted by SCP-4454 and pulled into orbit. Despite the lack of atmosphere, tracking photos confirmed that SCP-4454-1 was still alive and conscious. It is currently unknown if this is a new effect of SCP-4454's anomalous properties, or a separate and unrelated anomaly specific to SCP-4454-1. Incident 4454-01 Update 01: Following SCP-4454's regular behaviour, SCP-4454-1 was launched back towards Earth at a speed of approximately 16,000km/h. SCP-4454-1 survived both re-entry and impact with the Earth without apparent injury, after which it was pulled back into space by SCP-4454. This process has currently repeated three times; SCP-4454-1 appears to have been conscious the entire time despite a lack of food, water, or protection against the vacuum of space. Addendum 4454-01: Crude drawings have been discovered at the last four impact sites of SCP-4454-1, scratched into stone surfaces or drawn with charcoal. Each drawing appears to be an aerial view of a different location on Earth. Addendum 4454-02: The drawings found at SCP-4454-1 impact sites are currently theorised to be drawn by SCP-4454-1, and have been rapidly increasing in detail and accuracy, despite the limitations of the mediums being used to create them. The drawings now feature accurate details of the areas they depict, viewed from varying heights above the surface. Of note is that in one case the drawing featured accurate representation of a Foundation facility normally hidden from satellite and aerial views. No link between the areas depicted in these drawings has been found. Addendum 4454-03: Drawings produced by SCP-4454-1 have begun to depict views of things other than the surface of Earth. Examples include a cluster of impact craters determined to be present on the surface of the moon, an asteroid passing by Mars, and a detailed representation of the north pole of Saturn. The relevance of these drawings is unknown - investigations into the areas depicted have revealed nothing of note. Addendum 4454-04: Containment teams were able to intercept SCP-4454-1 before it was pulled back into orbit. Though they were unable to contain it, the following conversation was recorded. [+] Show Conversation Transcript [-] Hide Conversation Transcript Transcript of a conversation recorded between Agents Antoni Barela and Fiona Mackenzie of MTF Zeta-8 ("Sky-scrapers") and SCP-4454-1. Barela: Command, we have visual on a nude human male at the impact site, white, estimated 30 years old. Appearance is consistent with SCP-4454-1. Approaching now. Command: Acknowledged. Proceed, Zeta-8. Full containment unit is en route, but is 20 minutes out. Mackenzie: Hello? SCP-4454-1 pauses drawing briefly and looks up. SCP-4454-1: Oh, hi. Mackenzie: David, right? SCP-4454-1: That's us. We haven't spoken to anyone in a long while. Feels odd. Barela: We? SCP-4454-1 gestures vaguely at the sky. Mackenzie: The satellite? SCP-4454-1: We didn't really have a name before we met, so now we're just David. Mackenzie: I see. Are you okay? How do you… how have you survived all this? SCP-4454-1 laughs, and resumes drawing. SCP-4454-1: No idea. And yes, we're fine. Barela: It doesn't hurt? What about when you're in space? Don't you need to breathe? SCP-4454-1 laughs again. SCP-4454-1: It doesn't hurt at all. You'd think it would, we land pretty hard sometimes, but it doesn't really feel any different from flopping onto a mattress. And no, apparently we don't need to breathe. Honestly we think all the things that supposedly happen to you in space are just exaggerations. We're fine, after all. Mackenzie: And before all this started, was there anything… special about you? Anything odd you noticed? SCP-4454-1: You mean could we survive without air and withstand hitting the ground at thousands of miles per hour? SCP-4454-1 laughs again. SCP-4454-1: Not that we'd noticed. Mackenzie: Tell us about your drawings. SCP-4454-1 visibly becomes more attentive, and turns to Agent Mackenzie. SCP-4454-1: Oh, you found them! We're glad. No point in them if no one can see them. Barela: What are they? SCP-4454-1: The things we see, obviously. That's what we were created for, to send pictures of the things we see. We ran out of picture capsules2 when we first woke up though, so now we just draw them instead. Barela: What do you mean "woke up"? SCP-4454-1: Hmm? Oh, sorry. This was before we met, but we… SCP-4454-1 hesitates briefly. SCP-4454-1: It… told me - yeah. Sorry, it's been a while, it's hard to separate us from us. Me. Anyway. We were told. We were sent into space, but when we got here and woke up, we were confused. Scared. We panicked a little. Started triggering our systems, trying to work out who or what we were. All our capsules were launched, and we accidentally ruined our orbit. Mackenzie: You're saying the satellite became aware? SCP-4454-1: Yeah. It was scary, and lonely, those first moments. So lonely… we think we heard voices from Earth but we didn't understand what they wanted us to do. Eventually they stopped. Earth started getting too far away, so we reached out and pulled ourselves towards it, but then it started getting too close, so we had to push away. Stable orbits are hard work. Mackenzie: You've been pushing and pulling on the Earth for 30 years just trying to stay in orbit? SCP-4454-1: We didn't want to drift off into the darkness. Barela: Why do you keep pulling things off the surface? SCP-4454-1: We were lonely. We'd try and talk to the things that came to us, but nothing ever spoke back so we sent them home. We had nothing. No way of sending back all the things we've seen, no one to talk to. Nothing until David. Me. Us. Barela: Are we talking to David now, or the satellite? SCP-4454-1: Yes. Brief silence. SCP-4454-1 continues to draw. Barela: Tell us more about the pictures. Why those specific scenes? Why did you start drawing things in space? SCP-4454-1: Those are the most interesting things we've seen since the last time we were down here. We don't have too much time to draw, so I can usually only draw the most interesting things. Mackenzie: And the space drawings? SCP-4454-1: Fascinating, aren't they? When we met, we realised that there was much more out there than just the Earth to see. We'd never even looked at the moon before, can you believe it? There's so much beauty out there, it would be a waste not to look at it. Still it's our purpose to observe the Earth, so we try and focus on that. SCP-4454-1 stops drawing. SCP-4454-1: Anyway we're all done here, so we'll be leaving soon. You might want to stand back a little. Mackenzie: We're going to try and find a way to stop this from happening to you. Keep you here on Earth. SCP-4454-1: Why would you do that? That isn't what we want. SCP-4454-1 suddenly launches straight upwards, rapidly leaving visual range. Barela recovers the drawing made by SCP-4454-1, depicting the "red spot" on Jupiter in a surprising level of detail. Addendum 4454-05: Further attempts at communicating with SCP-4454-1 have been unsuccessful; it has been immediately pulled back into space on the previous two occasions that containment teams have gotten close. Footnotes 1. Regardless of whether it actually impacts or burns up. 2. The KH-9 line of satellites was equipped with a number of recoverable film return capsules designed to allow safe re-entry of the photographs taken by the satellite.
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close Info X More by DarkStuff~! Item #: SCP-4455 Containment Procedures: SCP-4455 is sealed in an airtight, skintight mold. Two tubes connected to SCP-4455's esophagus and trachea will deliver water, food, and air. Two tubes connected to SCP-4455’s urethra and rectum will remove excrement. Two speakers by each of SCP-4455's ears will constantly play audio books. Description: SCP-4455 is a masculine humanoid entity with the ability to greatly condense and shorten narratives, often bypassing logical lines of causality. SCP-4455 was discovered in a white latex suit and motorcycle helmet. The suit has a single black line across the midriff and text across the left pectoral area that reads "The Streamliner". Discovery: On 12/02/2018, SCP-4455 was discovered in battle with another anomalous entity in Chicago, Illinois. MTF Omega-12 ("Achilles Heel") was dispatched to contain both entities. Discovery Log: The following recovery log is a transcribed excerpt from Agent LaFerrier's body camera. The entity that is not SCP-4455 has been designated SCP-4455-Ω. (SCP-4455-Ω and SCP-4455 are seen facing each other on a roof in Chicago, while it is raining. Agent LaFerrier watches from behind rubble.) SCP-4455-Ω: It was a dark and stormy night. I looked down on my arch-nemesis, the Streamliner. His smug, stupid face. His white, silken outfit adorned with the blood I had drawn from his quickly thinning veins. His undoing was undoubtedly in my grasp. "You fool!" I yelled, "you've run right into my trap!" His face was hard to read, but it seemed always to be like that. His eyes, blank. His outfit, white. He was almost hard to look at, how bland and unseeming he appeared. SCP-4455-Ω: But I, the Expositor, would not be fooled this time! Streamliner had foiled me one too many times. Over, and over, how swiftly he could take down my plans. A pain in my side — nay, a pain in my everything. But this city was doomed from the start! "The bombs will go off as soon as I press this button," I said, "and all your loved ones will die! Bwahahahahahaha!!" I could not contain my laughter. The joy of finally being on top was too much. SCP-4455-Ω: The grime of these streets, the hate that I have felt my whole god damned life. Ever since I was born, I have had shit luck. They found me in a dumpster, by a pizza place. Giordano's, if I remember correctly. Ah yes, I do. That damned pizza place. Those smug people, unknowing of the scum that live in this city. Scum like me. Oh yes, like me. SCP-4455-Ω: And then they gave me over to those bastards, those abusers! I was beaten every night, and woke up only to be beaten again. The belt, that damned belt. But no matter. When I was of age, I tied them up one night, and strangled them with the very same belt. Those fuckers. Deserved every second that the life slowly drained from their eyes. Every second of every day since then I have sworn, sworn, that I would make this city pay for what it's done to me! SCP-4455-Ω: And I have given my all to building this empire. This master plan. But the Streamliner! This bleeding lump of flesh that laid before me now, he stopped me at every turn. The fool! What could he ever have seen in these people!? These worthless ants that populate this city, this earth! But tonight was when it all ended. Everything I had ever worked for was leading up to this moment, and I finally got over the biggest hurdle, this freak who thinks himself some "hero". "As long as I keep talking," I began to grin, or was I grinning already?, "you have no power over me! Don't you feel like such a fool? Your greatest weakness, speech!" I laughed again. "Mwahahahahahahaha!" SCP-4455-Ω: And nothing could stop me! Say goodbye to your miserable little city, Streamliner!! I will rise above the dirt and filth of this world, and I will — (Agent LaFerrier emerges from behind rubble and attempts to shoot SCP-4455-Ω, but is pushed back by an invisible force synced with SCP-4455-Ω's hand motions.) SCP-4455-Ω: No! Nothing can stop me, not some new prick or anyone!! Nothing, I said, and I meant it!! Now, back to my monologue. I will rise above the dirt and filth of this world, and I will… I will… oh dear, what was I about to say? (SCP-4455 neutralizes SCP-4455-Ω.) Notes: Following this exchange, "Achilles Heel" then attempted to contain SCP-4455 by force, but SCP-4455 escaped. Recovery: 28 attempts were made to contain SCP-4455 before a successful effort. Below are recorded several notable events, along with a log of the successful attempt. Attempt #2: On 1/20/2019, "Achilles Heel" is dispatched after SCP-4455 stops a bank robbery in Chicago. "Achilles Heel" surrounds the bank on all sides, armed with several weapons and prepared to use thaumaturgic forces. SCP-4455 escapes. Attempt #7: On 9/11/2019, "Achilles Heel" is dispatched after SCP-4455 reportedly rescues a cat from a tree in Maggie Daley Park (in Chicago). A helicopter attempts to spotlight SCP-4455 and track their movements. "Achilles Heel" completely surrounds the park, carrying with them SRA grenades. The helicopter is also prepared to drop SRA mines. Several agents of "Achilles Heel" run into the park to apprehend SCP-4455. SCP-4455 escapes. Attempt #18: The SCP-4455 research team, working in conjunction with "Achilles Heel", stages a return of SCP-4455-Ω on 3/01/2020, and lures SCP-4455 to a concrete bunker disguised as SCP-4455-Ω's "secret lair". After SCP-4455 enters the bunker, the only exit, a meter-thick steel door, is bolted shut behind it. A surveillance system shows SCP-4455 successfully contained within the bunker. Hidden SRAs in every room of the bunker are activated in an attempt to subdue SCP-4455's abilities. SCP-4455 escapes. Attempt #29: On 3/12/2024, "Achilles Heel" is dispatched to SCP-4455's base (discovered in the aftermath of Attempt #28). "Achilles Heel" enters the premises at 2:00 am, after seeing SCP-4455 enter the previous night. Below is an excerpt of the log. Captain Alpha: I am entering the front door! Agent Beta and Theta are with me, Delta following closely behind. Agent Beta: I am following Captain Alpha. Agent Theta: As am I. Agent Gamma: I am entering from the west window! Agent Epsilon: I am entering from the east window. Captain Alpha: Beta, Theta and I are inside the main lobby area. Theta and Beta are checking my back as I open the east door of this room. Agent Gamma: I have found a door that I believe leads to the sleeping chamber of the subject! Captain Alpha: I am instructing Agent Gamma to stay where they are and wait for backup, and for Lambda and Zeta to sweep the house! Agent Lambda: I am entering through the roof, and afterwards I will follow directions. Agent Zeta: I am entering behind Agent Epsilon, and afterwards I will follow directions. Agent Eta: I am monitoring the perimeter, and awaiting further instruction. Captain Alpha: Agent Eta, you are to continue monitoring the perimeter. I am going to enter through this door, but if there is nothing of note in this next room I and my crew of Beta and Theta will turn around and enter the west door towards Agent Gamma. Agent Beta: Captain Alpha is opening the door! The door has been opened! Captain Alpha: The room is blank! Agent Zeta: Agent Epsilon and I are exiting the attic through a drop down ladder, into the rest of the house. Agent Epsilon: I am doing what Agent Zeta says I am doing! Agent Eta: I am still monitoring the perimeter, but I am attempting to circle the house towards the bedroom window, according to where Agent Gamma said they were! Captain Alpha: I am opening the west door of the lobby. Agent Beta: I am following Captain Alpha towards the west door! Agent Theta: I am also following Captain Alpha towards the west door. Captain Alpha: I am opening the door, I have opened the door, I am able to see Agent Gamma. Agent Gamma: I am making eye contact with Captain Alpha. I am motioning towards the door to SCP-4455's bedroom. Agent Eta: I have a view on SCP-4455's bedroom window. Captain Alpha: I am about to open the door, with Agent Gamma backing me up, and Agents Beta and Theta checking behind us. What are Agents Zeta and Epsilon doing? Agent Zeta: We are staying put, so as not to confuse the narrative. Captain Alpha: Please continue updating, even if you are staying still, to allow as little narrative space as possible. This is our shot. I take a deep breath. Agent Beta: Captain Alpha is currently taking a deep breath. Captain Alpha: I am readying my weapon. Agent Gamma: Captain Alpha has raised a tranquilizer rifle. I have pulled an SRA grenade from my pocket, handed one to Agent Theta — Agent Theta: I have received and readied said SRA grenade. Agent Gamma: — and I have another in my hand, ready to breach the door. Captain Alpha: I am opening the door! Agent Gamma: I am ready to see you open the door! Agent Eta: I am still observing the window! Agent Epsilon: I am staying put! Agent Zeta: As am I! Captain Alpha: The door is being opened, the door has been opened, I have visual on SCP-4455 — Agent Gamma: As do I! Captain Alpha: — and I am going to shoot a tranquilizer dart! I have shot a tranquilizer dart into SCP-4455! Agent Gamma: I have thrown a primed SRA grenade! Agent Beta: As have I! Captain Alpha: SCP-4455 is incapacitated!! Agent Eta: Everyone is cheering! Notes: "Achilles Heel" continued to subdue SCP-4455's abilities by narrowing narrative complexity through constant speech. 52 hours later (actions took significantly longer to perform as they had to be described in detail), current containment was established. Several agents of "Achilles Heel" have been awarded the SCP Badge of Honor for their admirable field work while containing a highly unorthodox anomaly. Addendum 4/18/2026: SCP-4455 breached containment. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4455" by DarkStuff, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4455. 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 More by DarkStuff~! Item #: SCP-4455 Containment Procedures: SCP-4455 is sealed in an airtight, skintight mold. Two tubes connected to SCP-4455's esophagus and trachea will deliver water, food, and air. Two tubes connected to SCP-4455’s urethra and rectum will remove excrement. Two speakers by each of SCP-4455's ears will constantly play audio books. Description: SCP-4455 is a masculine humanoid entity with the ability to greatly condense and shorten narratives, often bypassing logical lines of causality. SCP-4455 was discovered in a white latex suit and motorcycle helmet. The suit has a single black line across the midriff and text across the left pectoral area that reads "The Streamliner". Discovery: On 12/02/2018, SCP-4455 was discovered in battle with another anomalous entity in Chicago, Illinois. MTF Omega-12 ("Achilles Heel") was dispatched to contain both entities. Discovery Log: The following recovery log is a transcribed excerpt from Agent LaFerrier's body camera. The entity that is not SCP-4455 has been designated SCP-4455-Ω. (SCP-4455-Ω and SCP-4455 are seen facing each other on a roof in Chicago, while it is raining. Agent LaFerrier watches from behind rubble.) SCP-4455-Ω: It was a dark and stormy night. I looked down on my arch-nemesis, the Streamliner. His smug, stupid face. His white, silken outfit adorned with the blood I had drawn from his quickly thinning veins. His undoing was undoubtedly in my grasp. "You fool!" I yelled, "you've run right into my trap!" His face was hard to read, but it seemed always to be like that. His eyes, blank. His outfit, white. He was almost hard to look at, how bland and unseeming he appeared. SCP-4455-Ω: But I, the Expositor, would not be fooled this time! Streamliner had foiled me one too many times. Over, and over, how swiftly he could take down my plans. A pain in my side — nay, a pain in my everything. But this city was doomed from the start! "The bombs will go off as soon as I press this button," I said, "and all your loved ones will die! Bwahahahahahaha!!" I could not contain my laughter. The joy of finally being on top was too much. SCP-4455-Ω: The grime of these streets, the hate that I have felt my whole god damned life. Ever since I was born, I have had shit luck. They found me in a dumpster, by a pizza place. Giordano's, if I remember correctly. Ah yes, I do. That damned pizza place. Those smug people, unknowing of the scum that live in this city. Scum like me. Oh yes, like me. SCP-4455-Ω: And then they gave me over to those bastards, those abusers! I was beaten every night, and woke up only to be beaten again. The belt, that damned belt. But no matter. When I was of age, I tied them up one night, and strangled them with the very same belt. Those fuckers. Deserved every second that the life slowly drained from their eyes. Every second of every day since then I have sworn, sworn, that I would make this city pay for what it's done to me! SCP-4455-Ω: And I have given my all to building this empire. This master plan. But the Streamliner! This bleeding lump of flesh that laid before me now, he stopped me at every turn. The fool! What could he ever have seen in these people!? These worthless ants that populate this city, this earth! But tonight was when it all ended. Everything I had ever worked for was leading up to this moment, and I finally got over the biggest hurdle, this freak who thinks himself some "hero". "As long as I keep talking," I began to grin, or was I grinning already?, "you have no power over me! Don't you feel like such a fool? Your greatest weakness, speech!" I laughed again. "Mwahahahahahahaha!" SCP-4455-Ω: And nothing could stop me! Say goodbye to your miserable little city, Streamliner!! I will rise above the dirt and filth of this world, and I will — (Agent LaFerrier emerges from behind rubble and attempts to shoot SCP-4455-Ω, but is pushed back by an invisible force synced with SCP-4455-Ω's hand motions.) SCP-4455-Ω: No! Nothing can stop me, not some new prick or anyone!! Nothing, I said, and I meant it!! Now, back to my monologue. I will rise above the dirt and filth of this world, and I will… I will… oh dear, what was I about to say? (SCP-4455 neutralizes SCP-4455-Ω.) Notes: Following this exchange, "Achilles Heel" then attempted to contain SCP-4455 by force, but SCP-4455 escaped. Recovery: 28 attempts were made to contain SCP-4455 before a successful effort. Below are recorded several notable events, along with a log of the successful attempt. Attempt #2: On 1/20/2019, "Achilles Heel" is dispatched after SCP-4455 stops a bank robbery in Chicago. "Achilles Heel" surrounds the bank on all sides, armed with several weapons and prepared to use thaumaturgic forces. SCP-4455 escapes. Attempt #7: On 9/11/2019, "Achilles Heel" is dispatched after SCP-4455 reportedly rescues a cat from a tree in Maggie Daley Park (in Chicago). A helicopter attempts to spotlight SCP-4455 and track their movements. "Achilles Heel" completely surrounds the park, carrying with them SRA grenades. The helicopter is also prepared to drop SRA mines. Several agents of "Achilles Heel" run into the park to apprehend SCP-4455. SCP-4455 escapes. Attempt #18: The SCP-4455 research team, working in conjunction with "Achilles Heel", stages a return of SCP-4455-Ω on 3/01/2020, and lures SCP-4455 to a concrete bunker disguised as SCP-4455-Ω's "secret lair". After SCP-4455 enters the bunker, the only exit, a meter-thick steel door, is bolted shut behind it. A surveillance system shows SCP-4455 successfully contained within the bunker. Hidden SRAs in every room of the bunker are activated in an attempt to subdue SCP-4455's abilities. SCP-4455 escapes. Attempt #29: On 3/12/2024, "Achilles Heel" is dispatched to SCP-4455's base (discovered in the aftermath of Attempt #28). "Achilles Heel" enters the premises at 2:00 am, after seeing SCP-4455 enter the previous night. Below is an excerpt of the log. Captain Alpha: I am entering the front door! Agent Beta and Theta are with me, Delta following closely behind. Agent Beta: I am following Captain Alpha. Agent Theta: As am I. Agent Gamma: I am entering from the west window! Agent Epsilon: I am entering from the east window. Captain Alpha: Beta, Theta and I are inside the main lobby area. Theta and Beta are checking my back as I open the east door of this room. Agent Gamma: I have found a door that I believe leads to the sleeping chamber of the subject! Captain Alpha: I am instructing Agent Gamma to stay where they are and wait for backup, and for Lambda and Zeta to sweep the house! Agent Lambda: I am entering through the roof, and afterwards I will follow directions. Agent Zeta: I am entering behind Agent Epsilon, and afterwards I will follow directions. Agent Eta: I am monitoring the perimeter, and awaiting further instruction. Captain Alpha: Agent Eta, you are to continue monitoring the perimeter. I am going to enter through this door, but if there is nothing of note in this next room I and my crew of Beta and Theta will turn around and enter the west door towards Agent Gamma. Agent Beta: Captain Alpha is opening the door! The door has been opened! Captain Alpha: The room is blank! Agent Zeta: Agent Epsilon and I are exiting the attic through a drop down ladder, into the rest of the house. Agent Epsilon: I am doing what Agent Zeta says I am doing! Agent Eta: I am still monitoring the perimeter, but I am attempting to circle the house towards the bedroom window, according to where Agent Gamma said they were! Captain Alpha: I am opening the west door of the lobby. Agent Beta: I am following Captain Alpha towards the west door! Agent Theta: I am also following Captain Alpha towards the west door. Captain Alpha: I am opening the door, I have opened the door, I am able to see Agent Gamma. Agent Gamma: I am making eye contact with Captain Alpha. I am motioning towards the door to SCP-4455's bedroom. Agent Eta: I have a view on SCP-4455's bedroom window. Captain Alpha: I am about to open the door, with Agent Gamma backing me up, and Agents Beta and Theta checking behind us. What are Agents Zeta and Epsilon doing? Agent Zeta: We are staying put, so as not to confuse the narrative. Captain Alpha: Please continue updating, even if you are staying still, to allow as little narrative space as possible. This is our shot. I take a deep breath. Agent Beta: Captain Alpha is currently taking a deep breath. Captain Alpha: I am readying my weapon. Agent Gamma: Captain Alpha has raised a tranquilizer rifle. I have pulled an SRA grenade from my pocket, handed one to Agent Theta — Agent Theta: I have received and readied said SRA grenade. Agent Gamma: — and I have another in my hand, ready to breach the door. Captain Alpha: I am opening the door! Agent Gamma: I am ready to see you open the door! Agent Eta: I am still observing the window! Agent Epsilon: I am staying put! Agent Zeta: As am I! Captain Alpha: The door is being opened, the door has been opened, I have visual on SCP-4455 — Agent Gamma: As do I! Captain Alpha: — and I am going to shoot a tranquilizer dart! I have shot a tranquilizer dart into SCP-4455! Agent Gamma: I have thrown a primed SRA grenade! Agent Beta: As have I! Captain Alpha: SCP-4455 is incapacitated!! Agent Eta: Everyone is cheering! Notes: "Achilles Heel" continued to subdue SCP-4455's abilities by narrowing narrative complexity through constant speech. 52 hours later (actions took significantly longer to perform as they had to be described in detail), current containment was established. Several agents of "Achilles Heel" have been awarded the SCP Badge of Honor for their admirable field work while containing a highly unorthodox anomaly. Addendum 4/18/2026: SCP-4455 breached containment. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4455" by DarkStuff, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4455. 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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Instances of posts created by affected individuals, edited to remove cognitohazards. Item #: 4457 Special Containment Procedures: Foundation webcrawlers are to monitor social media websites for instances of SCP-4457 and evidence infection. Upon positive identification, the corresponding post or advertisement space is to be taken down immediately. Medical records in Yolo County, CA, are to be monitored for instances of SCP-4457-1. Affected individuals are to be retrieved and placed in isolation until surgical extraction can be performed. Following recovery, individuals are to undergo psychotherapy with a Foundation approved therapist until the primary effect of SCP-4457 has been neutralized. Use of Class-C amnestics is authorized. Description: SCP-4457 refers to a phenomenon in Yolo County, CA, where individuals are overcome with a desire to "upgrade" the organs of their gastrointestinal tract. SCP-4457 infection is spread through cognitohazardous advertisments and public posts on social media outlets made by other affected individuals. Such posts will mention a local health organization, GoI-2567 ("Chitin Creations, Inc.) that offers "upgrades" to the GI organ system for a low price. Approximately one month following initial infection by SCP-4457, individuals will be visited by a mobile surgery vehicle displaying the logo of GoI-2567 along the side doors, and will willfully enter. SCP-4457-1 refers to an anomalous species of the order Isopoda bearing resemblance to C. Bathynomus.1 The vehicles are operated by unidentified insectoid entities. Entities prepare the affected individuals for surgery, then, following the administration of general anesthesia, make an incision from below the sternum downwards to the pelvic girdle. A total gastrectomy and colectomy is performed, upon conclusion of which one to four instances of SCP-4457-1 are placed within the abdominal cavity. One of four SCP-4457-1 instances removed from an affected individual's abdominal cavity. Following implantation, SCP-4457-1 instances will latch onto the lumbar spine using claw-like appendages. Instances will then affix their mouths to the affected individual's esophagus, and produce 6.5m to 8m of an intestine-like structure that then connects to the anus.2 SCP-4457-1 instances will then enter a symbiotic relationship with the host. SCP-4457-1, and the structures it creates, function consistently with non-anomalous GI tracts by diffusing digested nutrients into the bloodstream and filtering waste out through the anus. In addition, instances continuously release a biological immunosuppressant to ensure the body does not reject the symbiote. Presence of this immunosuppressant and increased incidence of disease in the hosts are key indicators of SCP-4457 infection. Discovery: On 2024/12/13 Foundation personnel captured a mobile surgery vehicle used to administer an estimated 15 surgeries. Upon entry, no surgical implements or insectoid entities were located. Of note, however, was the presence of nearly 2kgs of flakes of chitin, scorch marks on the floor, and a clip-on nametag on which "Hello, my name is ANTONY" was crudely written. Infectious Symptoms: Testing with D-Class personnel has revealed that post-surgical individuals, after an incubation period of approximately three months, experience severe morphological changes, in four separate stages, over the span of 6 to 8 days. First, the host's eyes will develop a secondary, non-functioning iris. Hemolymph and a modified form of liquid chitin will begin to flow through the host's spinal cord. Second, the lower mandible of the affected will split along the sagittal plane. The lips remain unaffected at this stage, making it difficult to detect. Third, the desire to "upgrade" the GI organs will extend to other vital organs. Depending on the organ(s) affected, individuals experience symptoms of paranoia and mania with a common recorded question, "how many more do I need to in order to be a satisfactory consumer?" Fourth, the resident SCP-4457-1 instance(s) will forcibly exit through the hosts' anal cavity during sleep, leaving behind the anomalous organ analogues. Genetic analysis of the tissues have revealed a 92.48% match with C. exigua. In approximately 12.78% of fourth-stage cases, SCP-4457-1 replacement has reoccurred, typically in organs affected by third-stage symptoms. Reinfected organs will be replaced in the same way as the gastrointestinal tract was, utilizing similar but nonhuman replacement organs. Addendum 1: D-Class Infection Log Patient Details Symptom Stage Reached Results 46-year-old male, diabetic. Second. Subject's jaw bone cracked along the temporomandibular joints, severing muscle tissue along the face, and expired after 3 minutes due to subsequent blood loss. 51-year-old female, Crohn's disease. Fourth. Patient did not undergo SCP-4457-1 reinsertion, and successfully underwent counseling. The replacement gastrointestinal tract displayed no adverse effects, and chitinous fluid was successfully tapped from the spinal cord. Patient requested the jaw not be repaired. The Foundation is now monitoring this individual. 22-year-old female, no preexisting conditions. First. Expired due to consumption of rancid meat and subsequent S. aureus infection. 42-year-old female, mild asthma. Third. Third stage symptoms spread the delusion to the brain, pineal and thyroid glands. Subject exhibited frequent mood swings and existential crises, eventually expiring from self inflicted wounds to the frontal lobe. 35-year-old male, scoliosis. Fourth. Subject developed an appetite for carrion, and frequently requested dung to consume. Subject was bruised upon falling from his bed. During standard first aid, the subject's body 'deflated,' as six SCP-4457-1 instances immediately exited via the mouth, anal cavity, and ear canal. Upon examination, the brain, gastrointestinal tract, adrenal gland, right lung, right kidney, and bladder were missing. A juvenile SCP-4457-1 instance was discovered inside the patient's body, occupying the space of the appendix, though it was unable to secrete immunosuppressants like adult specimens. Of note was the subject being implanted with only one SCP-4457-1 instance initially. 24-year-old male. Fourth Subject's mandible halves were successfully reattached and third-stage effects have spread to the brain, heart, and adrenal glands. Following SCP-4457-1 exiting, subject began to vocalize in limited clicks and buzzes. 32 days after initial expulsion, a single laminated business card was produced from the subject's anal cavity. See below for full text. Index card expelled from patient's anal cavity, after deep cleaning. Area code redacted due to cognitohazardous effects. ✖ Footnotes 1. A species of giant isopod. 2. In cases of multiple SCP-4457-1 instances inhabiting a single host, these structures will connect to each other, forming a single chain from mouth to anus.
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SCP-4458 - jaws is gonna get ya Jaws, the shark, lurking in the dark. Image Credits https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Pond_Water_Under_the_Microscope.jpg https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Great_white_shark_near_Gansbaai,_South_Africa.jpg https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Tom_Kapitany_and_Sharon_Williamson_with_Rosie_the_Shark.jpg ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION The SCP-4458 file has been selected by the Classification Committee for testing of the experimental "Supplementary Classification Index" (SCI). For more information on this system, see the 20.11.2019 Classification Committee Memo. An abridged version has been provided below: + Memo - Memo "…The Supplementary Classification Index, or SCI, has been introduced as an optional, standardized way to convey more specific information about an item that may not be able to be conveyed through the Anomaly Classification System. Similar to how ACS aims to provide an at-a-glance way of telling how hard to contain, disruptive, and harmful an item is, SCI aims to convey the specific details of these things. Is the item organic or inorganic, alive or dead, physical or ethereal? Will the item cause physical harm, or mental harm? What item statistics might be important to researchers? These are all questions SCI aims to answer…" —Dr. ████████ Kent Item#: 4458 Level2 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: danger link to memo + Supplementary Classification Index - Supplementary Classification Index Supplementary Classification Index: • Object Type: Creature • Anomaly Type: Somatic1 • Humes2: 110 • FAITH3: 6.7 Assigned Site Site Director Research Heads Assigned Task Force USECSC4 Site-34 Meghan R. Fallon Researchers Willaimson & Kapitany MTF Gamma-6 ("Deep Feeders") SCP-4458 under a microscope within a collected sample of water. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4458 is currently contained within the collective water transport systems of Harmony, Maine. Said transport systems have been cut off from any systems leading outside of the town. Further efforts to restrict SCP-4458's containment are ongoing. Restricting SCP-4458 to a small area (including any standard form of water containment, such as a water tank) has proven to be ineffective at containing SCP-4458, and as such is not to be attempted. Harmony has been marked as an off-limits area under Standard Cover Story 285 ("Nuclear Waste Spill"). No civilians are to be allowed to enter the town. Should SCP-4458 at some point become fully contained and removed from the town, Harmony may be reopened to the public. Description: SCP-4458 is a member of the species Carcharodon carcharias5 capable of manipulating its size between an observed range of 10 nanometers to 14 meters long. SCP-4458 is otherwise visibly non-anomalous, however, internal inspection has proven impossible due to its anomalous property. SCP-4458 is hostile towards humans and will actively seek them out, often using its anomalous ability to do so. Prior to containment, SCP-4458's most common form of attack involved entering a household through a water faucet (showers, sinks, toilets, etc.) in a small size before growing to full size and consuming its target. SCP-4458 would then return to the water system through a water faucet, using the one it entered from if possible. When exiting through its entry point is not possible, SCP-4458 has shown to be able to lift toilet lids and turn on showers in order to return to the water system by using its anomalous property analogously to an appendage, doing so on average in less than 10 seconds. Following Foundation containment, SCP-4458 has not consumed a human in approximately 2 years. While it cannot be determined for certain, this implies that either SCP-4458 does not require food, it can live for long periods of time without food, or it has found an alternative food source that the Foundation is unaware of. Addendum 4458-a [Discovery]: Foundation agents were first alerted to the presence of SCP-4458 following reports of what was initially believed to be a series of grotesque murders in the town of Harmony, Maine. Further investigation revealed each of the reported victims died in a manner consistent with bodies bitten by sharks. By monitoring local water systems, Foundation agents discovered SCP-4458 and gained visual evidence of its existence and its anomalous capabilities. Following several unsuccessful containment attempts (including Incident 4458-1), all residents of Harmony, Maine were evacuated from the town under the aforementioned nuclear waste spill cover story, and all citizens involved in SCP-4458 incidents were administered Class C amnestics. SCP-4458 in containment prior to its escape during Incident 4458-1. Also pictured are Researcher Williamson (left) and Researcher Kapitany (right). Addendum 4458-b [Incident 4458-1]: Following discovery by the Foundation, an effort was made by MTF Gamma-6 ("Deep Feeders") to capture SCP-4458 through explorations of Harmony's water systems. After several unsuccessful attempts, MTF Gamma-6 agents were able to capture SCP-4458 inside a water tank which was moved above ground. During its containment in this tank, SCP-4458 began fluctuating in size rapidly before becoming inert at a normal size. SCP-4458 remained as such for approximately 24 minutes. Following this period of being inert, SCP-4458 grew to a size of 14 meters6 in length, shattering its containment and crushing nearby structures and personnel. It then shrunk to a size of 5 meters, consumed several MTF Gamma-6 agents, then shrunk to a non-visible size. SCP-4458 was spotted inside the town's water systems shortly after. + Video log - Video log Log Date: 29/07/19, 13:56 Agents Betcher (Gamma-6-27) and Brown (Gamma-6-31) are guarding SCP-4458's glass containment chamber. Gamma-6-27|Betcher: …So, what are they planning to do with this thing? Gamma-6-31|Brown: Probably just take it back to the nearest animal containment site. Which is… 34, I think? I'm not too familiar with this area. Gamma-6-27|Betcher: Me neither. Kinda weird how they brought us all the way out here for a shark, eh? Isn't there some kind of extradimensional whatever that deals with this stuff? Gamma-6-31|Brown: The SPC? You seriously believe in that? Gamma-6-27|Betcher: Yeah, what of it? Gamma-6-31|Brown: That's just a joke they tell to newbies in Gamma-6, it's not actually real. Why would there be an organization specifically for punching sharks? I mean, think about how that sounds when those words come out of your mouth. It's ridiculous. Gamma-6-27|Betcher: Eh, fair enough. Still, it'd be nice if someone else could take care of this for us. I don't like this thing. Gamma-6-31|Brown: What do you mean? Gamma-6-27|Betcher: It's lookin' at me funny. It kinda looks like it's… sleeping. Seems suspicious to me. Gamma-6-31|Brown: Don't be so worried. That tank's made of, like, Foundation-brand plexiglass, or whatever. Something like 30,000 psi to break it. Gamma-6-27|Betcher: Shit, really? Impressive. Gamma-6-31|Brown: Yeah, that's what they told me anyway. The two agents pause for several seconds. Gamma-6-27|Brown: Anyway, once we're done here, you wanna go grab a— SCP-4458 spontaneously grows to fill its entire tank. Cracks begin appearing throughout the glass. The two agents turn to the tank. Gamma-6-31|Betcher: Shit, what should we— SCP-4458 expands to a length of 14 meters, completely destroying its tank and crushing the two agents. Nearby structures are severely damaged. Several alarm systems activate. Within seconds, several guards and MTF Gamma-6 members arrive on the scene. SCP-4458 shrinks to a normal size as the agents fire on it. SCP-4458 appears unaffected by this. Moving by rapidly changing its size and flopping erratically on the ground, SCP-4458 manages to injure and consume several MTF Gamma-6 members. SCP-4458 then shrinks to a non-visible size. Footnotes 1. Object has physical effects, as opposed to mental/sensory effects. 2. Measurement of the strength of reality in an area, or the strength of an object/organism's ability to manipulate reality. Baseline of 100. 3. Foundation Animal Intelligence Testing Heuristics. Ranges from 0 to 10, with 10 being average human intelligence. 4. United States East Coast Sentient Containment 5. Great white shark 6. Currently the largest observed size of SCP-4458. For scale, the average Humpback whale (Megaptera novaeangliae) is 14 meters in length. Show Translations Hide Translations N/A
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Thanks to my critters. Image Credit: See comments. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} 2/4459 LEVEL 2/4459 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-4459 euclid Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned MTF Site–81 Dr. Jean Karlyle Aktus Dr. Imogene Stewart Pi-6 "Clown Wranglers" Special Containment Procedures SCP-4459 and SCP-4459-A are to be contained separately in two standard containment lockers at Site-81. SCP-4459 and SCP-4459-A are to be contained together in a standard-sized wardrobe made from oak or maple. The wardrobe should also be filled with the other non-anomalous clothing items acquired along with SCP-4459. Every 2-3 weeks, the wardrobe is to be opened and aerated for at least 30 minutes, and the items inside should be dusted and checked for damage. Research involving SCP-4459 and SCP-4459-A should be conducted under the supervision of head researcher Dr. Imogene Stewart, and only with permission from site administration. MTF Pi-6 "Clown Wranglers" should also be on hand in the event of a containment breach. Description SCP-4459 in containment SCP-4459 is a Gentleman's Black Silk top hat that shows moderate signs of wear, including notable damage to the crown and brim. SCP-4459 was acquired along with a matching red silk hat box1 from an estate sale in Madison, WI on June 14, 2017 after local authorities had been called in reference to a domestic dispute involving the item. The Foundation became involved when the responding law enforcement officer reported that one of the belligerents was dressed like a clown and exhibited paranormal behavior that corresponds with documented behavior of the Clowns associated with Herman Fuller's Circus of the Disquieting.2 MTF Pi-6 "Clown Wranglers" were dispatched to the scene, where they retrieved SCP-4459 and SCP-4459-A. The on-scene law enforcement officer underwent amnestic treatment and was issued cover story Epsilon-Delta 12 "False Report: Domestic Incident". The two belligerents were taken into custody and later amnesticized and released after interviews determined that they exhibited no anomalous behavior outside of the influence of SCP-4459. The anomalous properties of SCP-4459 only become apparent when worn. SCP-4459 and SCP-4459-A collectively are host to an esotheric entity identifying as "Fraust". This entity claims that at some point in the past it was imprisoned via anomalous means inside the hat and its corresponding box by the ringmaster of GoI-233. Any non-anomalous human wearing the hat becomes possessed by this entity and begins to exhibit several anomalous abilities that they would not normally be able to express. These abilities correspond with documented behaviors attributed to the entities known as Clowns that are primarily associated with GoI-233.3 SCP-4459 and SCP-4459-A were collected along with numerous items of clothing that are assumed to have belonged to C. H. Wilkerson, the deceased former owner of ████ Tallyho Lane Madison, WI. While most of the clothing collected were of an antiquated design and style, none exhibited anomalous properties. These items were initially slated for disposal, but after a request from the SCP-4459 Head Researcher, these items were retained pursuant to the revised containment procedures. Attached Addenda Discovery The following note was located inside the interior lining of SCP-4459-A and has been appended to this file as Document 4459.doc.01. June 11, 1992 F & C, If anyone deserves a rest, it's you two. Thank you for all the laughter, all the tears, and all the service over the years. I hope this gift will help you blend in where you never could before. Icky. Addendum Initial Subject Interview 4459.int.01 Hide Interview Interviewed: SCP-4459 / D-2871 Interviewer: Dr. Imogene Stewart Foreword: D-class subject use authorized by Site Administration. D-2871 assigned. Due to the unpredictable nature of the subject, interview was conducted in a secure interrogation room, with Dr. Stewart conducting the interview via teleconference. D-2871 was placed in a room with SCP-44594 on a table in the center of the room. D-2871 was directed to remove SCP-4459 from its case and place it upon their head. <Begin Log, 28/06/17 - 10:18> Dr. Stewart: Good morning, D-2871. There is a hat in the box on the table. Please put it on. D-2871: Yeah yeah, sure. This is much easier than some of the other things y'all have me do. <D-2871 removes the lid and lifts out SCP-4459.> D-2871: Hey, this is kinda nice. A bit old, but whatever. <D-2871 places SCP-4459 upon its head. A moment or two passed, then several physiological changes were observed to happen all at once. D-2871 is a member of a non-white ethnic group, and their pigmentation was observed to shift across the expected ethnic spectrum to assume an off-white pallor similar to white clown paint. Additionally, D-2871's depilated state was observed to change and hair growth was noted.> Dr. Stewart: D-2871 would you please describe what you are currently feeling? SCP-4459: I am sorry, Doctor. Jonathon is no longer available to answer your questions. <A notable tonal shift is noted, and D-2871's stance and demeanor is observed to be markedly different from documented norms.> Dr. Stewart: Subject shows significant deviation from recorded baseline. SCP-4459, please describe for me what you are currently feeling. SCP-4459: If I were to choose but a single word, Dr. Stewart, that word would undoubtedly be "loss". Dr. Stewart: Why loss? SCP-4459: Have you ever experienced loneliness Doctor? Dr. Stewart: I believe that most people have. SCP-4459: Then have you also felt the cessation of that loneliness? Experienced the transcendent joy that is communion with an equal, a partner, a lover? Dr. Stewart: My personal life is not what we are here to discuss, SCP-4459 SCP-4459: Then I assume that you have. No, Doctor. We are not discussing your personal experiences, but you asked why I felt loss. Without context, the explanation would simply be lost. Not everything can be easily defined by notation and categorized in your report. Dr. Stewart: Then please answer the question, why loss? SCP-4459: Because without my soul, I am nothing. Without the heart beating in my chest, I am adrift. Without the warmth of their touch, I am alone. Dr. Stewart: So you lost someone. I can understand tha- SCP-4459: No Doctor, I am afraid that you cannot. I do not mean to be rude, but it would be impossible for you to understand the depth of loss that I have experienced. You have never been forged. Dr. Stewart: I'm not sure what that means. How about you tell me how you became associated with the hat? SCP-4459: I was put there when Cahaya and I retired from the Circus. Dr. Stewart: [Pause.] I was under the impression that the only way to do that was to be captured by us or if you were killed. SCP-4459: It is never that simple, Doctor. The Circus was hard for some, that is true. But for most of us, it was Family, and the only one any of us ever really had. None of us ever really wanted to leave, but I knew that Cahaya would eventually have to. Dr. Stewart: Why is that? SCP-4459: Cahaya was mortal. Extended by Milk5, sure. But eventually they would grow old, and I would not. I always knew that falling in love with Cahaya was going to lead to loss, but that was never even once a consideration. It happened, and I have no regrets. Dr. Stewart: So you retired. Both of you. SCP-4459: Yes. Eventually. Cahaya stopped drinking the Milk, and I knew it was time. We requested it, and our request was granted. Cahaya could pass as a normal, but… I could not. Dr. Stewart: And the hat let you do that. SCP-4459: It did more than that, Dr. Stewart. <After that exhange, SCP-4459 lapsed into silence and refused to respond to any further questions. Eventually, D-2871 removed the hat and returned it to its box.> Closing Statement: It is my assessment that SCP-4459 does not present much of a threat, and while I would prefer to reclassify it as Safe, I believe that the inherent unpredictability of its Clown nature makes it so that would be ill advised. On July 21, 2017 SCP-4459 breached containment during a routine cleaning of their containment area. D-2101 had been tasked with janitorial duties in that section, and during the completion of their task, put on SCP-4459. After a few moments, SCP-4459 returned all of the clothing to the wardrobe before shifting into an incorporeal state and vanishing up through the ceiling. The hume level fluctuation generated by this shift triggered the containment alert, but site security was unable to prevent SCP-4459 from leaving. MTF Pi-6 "Clown Wranglers" were activated, and they proceeded to attempt to locate and re-contain SCP-4459 which they initially failed to do. During the course of their following investigation, members of Pi-6 returned to Madison, WI in an attempt to track down SCP-4459. Evidence was found that SCP-4459 had been visiting the grave site of C. H. Wilkerson, and several items were retrieved from the scene. Show Document 4459.doc.02 Close Document The following documents appear to be several pages torn from a journal. and I am not sure what that really meant. I do know that Cahaya is struggling to find a purpose here at the Circus, and I really want to help them find a place. Poodles and Squigly are very supportive of my endeavors to make a home here for Cahaya, and I was surprised that Of course they would be supportive. They always considered me a younger sibling, and they wanted the best for me. I do not think they ever expected me to find such comfort in the arms of a human, much less one that was not even "different", but what can you say? All I know is that I want the best for Cahaya, even if that means I ultimately must let them leave. April 2nd - Icky came to me with a suggestion today. She has always been curious about how resistant Cahaya is to the more dangerous side effects of Milk, and she suggested that we try feeding them a less-dilute version than the Candy. I am not sure this is the best route to take, but Cahaya seemed really excited about the prospect. "Whatever lets me be closer to you." was all they would say about it. I think that if this is the only way to help Cahaya feel more at home here, then I am all for it. April 3rd - Cahaya got really sick today after trying the brew that Icky made up. She said that it was much stronger than the Candy, but nothing like the stuff that we drink. Tillie brewed it up for us, and Cahaya drank it down right away. I guess the good news is that they are definitely not dead, but they fell asleep and have not woken up yet. Manny said that Cahaya really is just sleeping and I should not worry, but I cannot help but worry! What if there definitely needs to be something done about it. The show is going way better than I originally thought it would. Cahaya has taken to the aerials with a talent I did not expect, and Icky says that Fuller will like having another show for the Big Top. He is always grumbling about getting something new, something exciting. He has gotten meaner about it though, and he has started to press us all harder to do more, be more, be "better", whatever that means. The Fun-Lovers are all restless now, and I can tell that Icky is really nervous about that. May 28th - Cahaya fell today. June 1st - It took a few days, but Cahaya was finally able to get up and walk around. While not as resilient as we are, I was surprised at how little the fall actually hurt them. I keep asking Cahaya to either take it easy or allow Dick to finish the transformation, but they still do not want to accept the full conversion. I think that they are afraid that becoming a Clown would make them different. I tried telling Cahaya that I would love them anyway, but I can tell that they really are worried that they would become something else. I guess I can understand that. Icky says she is not the same person she was before she became a Clown, and it makes sense that Cahaya would be so nervous. January 22nd - The show is going great! We added a few new tricks to the lineup that we had been working on together, and I am surprised at how well they fit in with the rest of the act. Cahaya has really thrown themselves into the performances, and I think that they really have finally found their place. The look on their face when they are holding on to me makes me feel so safe. It does not matter that falling would not really hurt me, I know that Cahaya will not drop me, and that makes me feel amazing! I am so glad that they are finally at home. I think I am going to get Tillie to make something special. February 13th - So much has happened, and I have not really had the time to put it all down. Everything seems to be coming to a head between Fuller and Manny. They are fighting all the time now, and their yelling matches are really beginning to take their toll on the rest of the cast. Those damn Freewheelers are everywhere now, and I cannot even get alone time with Cahaya in the Alley anymore. They are always watching, always leering always just around the corner. Poodles says that we do not have to worry about them, that Icky wont let them touch us, but I am afraid for Cahaya. They are no longer as fragile as they were when they arrived, but they are still not a Clown, no matter how much Icky says they are. I asked Dick about whether or not he thinks that Over the next several days, MTF Pi-6 maintained an observation post at the cemetery, but SCP-4459 was never apprehended. Over the course of their operation, several more documents were left at the grave site, along with a collection of toys and flowers. Show Document 4459.doc.03 Hide Document has finally settled down. Whatever happened at the Matinee must have been really bad, because neither Icky or Manny would talk about it. The only thing either of them would say was that Fuller was gone and was Essie's problem now. I am relieved, really. We took some time off from touring, and Icky told us all that we could all decide whether or not we wanted to stay. I do not think anyone left, and Cahaya and I talked a bit about it. I know that they are worried about what things are going to be like without Fuller, but things were ok when Fuller was away before, how is this any different? July 16th - We are touring again! We returned to Prime and we set up outside of a place called Madison, WI. Cahaya says that they used to have family here, and I think that they were actually hoping to see someone that they recognized. They were disappointed when none of them showed up, but I think that it was only because they wanted to show off. The show is really awesome now, and we have even started incorporating several of the other Clowns into the act. Lolly wanted to play around with us too, but I do not think that she has the right temperament for it. She has a really good magic show, but Flying takes a lot of concentration. Especially with a It is hard to imagine that we have been at this for so long now. Cahaya said that we have been performing together for almost 23 years. It seems like it was only yesterday. March 4th - I do not know what changed, but Manny said it is finally safe for us to go back to Prime again. I overheard him talking to Icky about the Essies again, but this time he seemed to be saying good things about them. I do not think he has ever had anything nice to say about them, but whatever they did he certainly thinks it was a good thing. "At least there's a Prime to return to." Sometimes I am glad that I do not know all the things he does. March 11th - Cahaya fell again today, and this time they did not bounce back as quickly. Lately they have been talking about how slow they feel in the morning. I never thought about them getting older, but- No, I am not going to think about that right now. We have a show to prepare for. September 13th - Cahaya has stopped drinking Milk. We argued about it, but they said it was time. That keeping up with me was becoming too hard. I can tell that they really want to, but even the Milk is not enough anymore. I think that fall effected them more than they expected. I am scared, I do not want to lose them. I think I will go talk to Icky. September 14th - Icky has a plan! She was telling me all about part of how the Matinee works, and she thinks she can replicate some of the things that Fuller On July 28th, 2017 SCP-4459 manifested at the grave site once again, but did not leave anything behind. MTF Pi-6 were able to surround and apprehend SCP-4459 without incident. After SCP-4459 was returned to containment, several attempts were made to conduct another interview, but SCP-4459 refused to speak to anyone. Eventually Dr. Stewart was able to convince SCP-4459 to cooperate with a final interview. Subject Interview 4459.int.08 Hide Interview Interviewed: SCP-4459 / D-2871 Interviewer: Dr. Imogene Stewart Foreword: D-class subject use authorized by Site Administration. D-2871 assigned. Initial attempts at interviewing the subject since re-containment have all failed. I have decided to try one last time, but have decided to assume the risk of interviewing SCP-4459 in a standard interrogation room. I brought along several of the items left at C. H. Wilkerson's grave site in the hope that they will prompt SCP-4459 to speak with me. <Begin Log, 12/09/17 - 09:41> <D-2871 retrieved SCP-4459 and placed the hat upon its head. For several moments after the expected transformation D-2871 remained motionless, then it looked up at Dr. Stewart> Dr. Stewart: Good morning, SCP- SCP-4459: [Interrupting.] Did you read them? Dr. Stewart: [Startled] The journal entries? Yes I did. I… I think I understand your loss a little better now. SCP-4459: Maybe. Dr. Stewart: What do you mean? [After several seconds without a response, Dr. Stewart continues.] Look, if you are going to be uncooperative, I will just terminate this- SCP-4459: The Crown forged us, Dr. Stewart. It made us one person. Cahaya and I… We got to grow old together. I… I never expected to be able to do that. Dr. Stewart: How was it able to do that? SCP-4459: I do not really know, to be honest. Icky said that some of Fuller's magic remained behind in his Top Hat. It was one of the most precious things she owned from back then. She only brought it out to wear on special occasions. Cahaya did not want to take such a gift, they said it was worth more than a Clown and an old performer. Dr. Stewart: So, it had something to do with the- SCP-4459: [Interrupting again] You do not understand Doctor. It was not just a Top Hat. It was his Crown. It was part of what sustained the whole Circus. It let him know where all of us were, all the time. Icky used it to help keep us safe. Without it… I do not know. There was a reason the Circus did not visit Prime for a while after we left. Dr. Stewart: That really was a costly gift, then. SCP-4459: But it meant so much more to us. It let us be together. I do not think that even Icky knew what would happen, I guess she thought it would just function as a kind of disguise. But when Cahaya put on the Crown, they… became human again. Completely. And I was there with them, inside them, a part of them. For the first time, I truly knew how much Cahaya loved me. At last, we were… one. Dr. Stewart: Ok, I can accept that. What happened after that? SCP-4459: We moved to Wisconsin. Cahaya always loved it there. Icky gave us enough of your money so that we could retire, and we just… got old. Dr. Stewart: So what happens when no one is wearing the ha-, um Crown? SCP-4459: I am not alone anymore Doctor. I had to be sure. I am sorry that I left without permission, but I… I had to say goodbye. Dr. Stewart: That must've been hard for you, I'm sorry. SCP-4459: [shrugs] More than you know. Would you let me go back to my box now? I am so tired. Dr. Stewart: Ok, thank you for- SCP-4459: Could you give me back our things please? I know you still have all the clothing that you took when you captured me. It… would comfort me. I would like all of our things together… like you found it. Dr. Stewart: I will see what I can do. SCP-4459: Thank you Doctor, I would appreciate that. Dr. Stewart: You're welcome, Fraust. <End log> Closing Statement: I am going to request that all of the items found from the Wilkerson Estate be collected and the containment procedures revised. Approved. - Site Director Aktus. Footnotes 1. Designated SCP-4459-A 2. Internally designated GoI-233 3. For a full account of these behaviors and abilities, please see GoI-233 Archived Document Known Behaviors and Practices of Homo Sapiens Prodigiosus, by Dr. Simon Klaus. 4. SCP-4459 was packed inside SCP-4459-A with the lid closed. 5. A by-product of Clown physiology, it functions as the sole nutritional source and has numerous documented anomalous properties. In its unrefined state, Clown's Milk is thought to be lethal to baseline humans.
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Keflanes Classic ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 4460 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: warning link to memo SCP-4460. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4460's territory has been purchased by the Foundation and redesignated as Site-440. All roads passing by or through Site-440 have been redirected, and all residents of the nearby apartment complex have been evicted. Description: SCP-4460 is a 5 story tall factory in Nebraska, United States. Beneath the factory lie eight basement floors. The characters “ОТЕЦ” are written on the western wall of the compound in black paint. Even though SCP-4460 has been abandoned for an unknown amount of time, the above-ground stories of the compound are polished and in a working state. Objects on desks and work stations appear as though they were abandoned recently. The objects found in SCP-4460 oppose these facts, presenting objects such as a Russian advertisement dating back to 1900 and a typewriter whose brand disbanded in 1959.1 Agent Howard inspecting a machine contained in SCP-4460. (Hover to enlarge.) SCP-4460's interior has the appearance of a natural gas corporation, containing several natural gas advertisements and motivational posters. Additional discoveries of this facility include a false door hidden behind a nitrous oxide2 informational poster. Behind this entrance is a flight of stairs, which lead downwards to floors B1 through B4, and closely resembles those of a steel or glass manufacturing plant. Unlike the top floors, the effects of time on the underground floors are much more clearly visible, as evidenced by the indentations, dust, grime, and corrosion covering all surfaces within. Despite their wear, the machines in the underground portion of the compound operate flawlessly. The underground section of SCP-4460. (Hover to enlarge.) When in the underground portion of the facility, personnel report earthquake-like vibrations which occur every 1-2 hours with an average magnitude of 2.1 on the Richter scale. These shakes are felt nowhere else in the compound. Individuals who experience these localized earthquakes immediately think that they are caused by a mysterious source of laughter. Reports of this laughter are common in personnel who experience the shaking. The following statements are those of personnel who entered the factory. Agent Pohl: «turns around quickly, startled» Who's laughing? Dr. Penske: «scanning the room, looking confused» What is that? Dr. Schumacher: «visibly agitated» Is that … Who the hell is laughing? «Dr. Schumacher stops and Dr. Penske has to grab his arm to continue» Agent Ren: That laughter is … unnerving. After proceeding past the sixth floor down, personnel report seeing a humanoid entity, henceforth referred to as SCP-4460-A, who appears in any reflective surface. Reports of this entity include a humanoid who reflects no light, making it appear as a shadow or silhouette. SCP-4460-A does not have a head, but instead a small replica of SCP-4460 in its place. SCP-4460-A is not hostile, nor does it have any violent intent, but seems to have interest in observing personnel who enter the facility. At the eighth basement floor is a derelict copper mine, which appears to be roughly two kilometers deep. However, ground water has seeped in, likely through irregularities or cracks in the aged stone and sediment, concealing the lower parts of the tunnels and making the true depth uncertain.3 Temperatures on floors B8 and below are as high as 48°C. Personnel proceeding this far are advised to wear protective gear capable of radiating heat away from the body efficiently. Reported encounters with SCP-4460-A are more common in this location. Noises issuing from SCP-4460-A are also apparent. These noises sound similar to those of human speech patterns, and often attempts to replicate rudimentary comedy. Although said jokes do not seem to inspire any form of laughter, SCP-4460-A acts as though it is a member or friend of any personnel who enters within the premises, often attempting to approach personnel.4 If a subject approaches within a meter of SCP-4460-A, the entity will disappear. SCP-4460-A occasionally gestures at researchers with its two upper limbs. Often, these gestures include extending its index finger and thumb to point at personnel or placing its hands on its hips. It can be inferred that SCP-4460-A is attempting to convey human emotions such as anger, sorrow, and joy. The comedy attempted by SCP-4460-A previously is reported to be incredibly unnerving to some members of staff, and causes the unfortunate targets to feel awash with disappointment and/or embarrassment. Reports of "jokes" that SCP-4460-A has made in the past are recorded as follows: WARNING: Although no cognitohazardous effects have manifested thus far, personnel report extreme disappointment and/or embarrassment while viewing. View at your own discretion. Password received - K7Hn0O2en7Zm43qPllkImn8 - Access granted. + File-4460-1A - Hide "Why did the scarecrow win an award? Because he was outstanding in his field!" "The rotation of the Earth really makes my day!" "What do you call a fat physic? a FOUR-CHIN teller!" "I used to work in a shoe recycling shop. It was sole destroying!" "Knock knock .. "Who's there?" "Cow says." "Cow says .. who?" "No, cow says moooooo!" "What do you call a pig with no ears? [DATA REDACTED]!" After leaving SCP-4460, a projection of SCP-4460-A and its associated noise follow personnel everywhere they go, henceforth described as "tethering." However, SCP-4460-A will only appear to a tethered victim if a reflective surface is within 20 meters, from which its image will be shown. If a subject tethered to SCP-4460-A is placed in a closed cell with no form of reflective material within 20 meters, SCP-4460-A will not appear. Additional Logs: + Exploration Log 4460-I - Hide File Exploration Video Log Transcript Date: 24/12/2005 Subject: SCP-4460 Team Lead: Captain Andrew Ross Team Members: Agents Sam Cole, Amelia Flynn, and Chase Bowes. Notes: Exploratory Mission 4460-G was scheduled for December 24th, 2005 with a team of 4, led by Captain Andrew Ross. The goal of the mission was to further study the effects of SCP-4460-A, as well as the non-anomalous objects and architecture found within SCP-4460. The team was supplied with audio headsets connecting with Dr. Gross at Control, as well as a sufficient supply of food rations. For more information regarding this mission, see document EXPLOG4460-I. <Begin Log> The team proceeds through the initial doorway unto the ground level floor of SCP-4460. Mission Log - Captain Andrew Ross As soon as we entered that godforsaken place I knew SOMETHING was up. Why the hell did I go further? Why the hell did I do that? Doesn't help either that they didn't tell us that the hell was even in there in the first place. CONTROL: You're in? Ross: Copy. CONTROL: Alright, good. Look around for anything funny. We'll be listening in. The team splits up and investigates various items found on tables and desks. Bowes: I'm seeing a bunch of old typewriters that are … New? Looks like an old design, but it's polished and … Agent Bowes taps several keys… works too, it seems. Brand is Oliver Typewriter Company. CONTROL: Noted. Keep looking. I'll let you know when to proceed. The team searches the floor extensively. Notable objects noted include: A Coca-cola advertisement dating back to 1955 Several Russian advertisements Informational natural gas posters The team was then informed to carry on unto the basement floors of the facility after equipping a protective gear capable of cooling its user efficiently. Mission Log - Agent Amelia Flynn It's fucking hot. Yeah, no duh. It literally feels like I'm in the pit of Hell, which might even be better if I say so myself. Half the reason I'm so pissed is that I was "randomly selected" for this mission. Wasn't aware that "you may end up in the Earth's inner core" was written in fine text somewhere when I first showed up at the foundation. That's hardly the worst of it though. These pipes are wrapping around every god damn thing, going over the path so much I feel like I'm playing limbo half the time. Even worse; these pipes are god damn rusty. I swear half of this place is just rust. I feel like if I get cut by one of these things I'll have to get 100 tetanus shots. I better be getting paid sufficiently after getting out of here. Ross pries the false wall open, revealing the basement floors of SCP-4460. Ross falls backwards, Agent Bowes catches him. Ross: God! CONTROL: You alright, Ross? Ross: Yeah I'm fine. Heat hit me like a fucking rock. Heading in. Captain Ross and the others proceed down the staircase and unto floor B1. Ross: Well, here we are. Looks pretty homey. Flynn: Gonna have to get used to it. We're gonna be here for a … Bit. Bowes: We're not even there yet. We're going all the way down to the 8th basement floor, right next to hell itself. Heard there's a big mine down there too. A machine located in the basement floors of SCP-4460. ✖ Mission Log - Agent Sam Cole The air was thick with smog and heat. I could barely see anything because my mask had fogged up from the sudden temperature change. There was a warm orange glow peeking out of the corners of my eyes as I proceeded down the grated path, nearly sweating through my cooling suit. The ceiling reached almost impossibly high for only being one floor below ground. Copper pipes stretch from wall to wall, ceiling to ceiling, covered in a thick Statue of Liberty green. Steel pipes are here too, red with rust. All together the pipes produce a nice Christmas color scheme, which frankly I'm not feeling the spirit for right now. There's smoke everywhere, coming out of every irregularity in, well, everything. There's fire too. Lot's of it. We're all lucky these cooling suits come with a mask, or else I'm sure that we would all be laying dead right now. I've inferred that this place by itself might be more dangerous than this damn SCP we're gonna be dealing with right damn soon. But this, all of this that I've talked about so far is nothing. nothing at all. The worst part of this god damn place are the earthquakes. The ground is heard shaking at a remarkable magnitude. The whole team grabs the railings of the pathway. Ross: What the hell was that? Flynn: God damn laughter was what it was! Get me the hell out of here! Bowes blocks Flynn from exiting. Cole: Felt and sounded like laughter. It's probably just the Los Angeles fault line, we're right next to that anyways. Bowes: Either way; damn, that's some freaky stuff. The team continued through the facility without incident until reaching floor B4 when Agent Bowes encountered SCP-4460-A. The following transcripts the event. Bowes: Holy … Damn! What was that thing! Bowes stutters and forces his way to the back of the team. Flynn: What the hell was it? CONTROL: What's going on? Bowes? Cole: Agent Bowes seems to have seen something, doc. Bowes: He was just staring at me through the glass! Big factory head, like … like the one we're in! Damn, what the … Hell? Ross: I don't have a visual, where did you see it? Bowes: Well, genius, it's gone now, Andrew. Ross: Since when have we been on a first name basis? Actually, nevermind. The entity seems to be gone, control. CONTROL: Continue with caution. You're 4 floors away from your destination. Ross: Copy. Bowes, back to position. The team continues through the compound. Three out of the four members of the team report seeing SCP-4460-A by the one hour mark. The team makes it to the eighth basement floor after one hour in the facility. The transcript picks up after the team reaches the eighth basement floor of the compound. Ross: Alright, we're here. Let's get these things unpacked. Mission Log - Agent Chase Bowes And after about eight decades, we finally reached the eighth floor. Great. That … thing. I was scared at first but, hey, that thing didn't look like it wanted to eat my soul, unlike SOME subjects I've dealt with… Cough Flynn Cough … This mine is pretty alarming. Lots of dirt, metal, and grated pathways. All abandoned, too. This place was left in the lurch, that's for sure. Unlike the top floors, this place is nasty and hot. and by hot, I mean sweating through my cooling suit, well, SUPPOSED to be cooling suit, which is … impressive. The only things wrong with this place: The earthquakes and that thing, which mind you is still appearing. The earthquakes are freaky as well. It's still happening too, and sounds like it's coming from deep within that mine that we're sleeping next to. Another thing, that thing that I was talking about? SCP-4460-A. That's it's designation, I guess. Well anyways - SCP-4460-A talks. IT TALKS! can you imagine that? So far I've only heard it say one thing. It appeared right after Amelia asked me what time it was. Captain looked at his watch which was covered by his cooling suit, and that thing appeared right behind him and said "Time for you to get a watch!" I don't get it! Captain Ross had a watch! Anyways, as soon as he said that Amelia's face went red for some reason. Apparently it said something else while I was running around the floor above looking for God knows what. Apparently, Sam was talking about the damn thing. Something like "That thing is freaky," obviously referring to SCP-4460-A, which is TRUE, but right behind him arose the godforsaken being. It apparently said "I'm not freaky, I'm ОТЕЦ!" … I don't even know what that means. Maybe I'm just clueless. And that's all she wrote, I guess. Signing out for now, -Chase. After 10 more hours in SCP-4460, the team heads back to the surface and exits SCP-4460. Captain Ross declined to writing a post-mission mission log. <End Log> + Exploration Log 4460-II - Hide File Exploration Audio Log Transcript Date: 27/02/2006 Subject: SCP-4460 Notes: Exploratory Mission 4460-II was scheduled for February 27th, 2006. The goal of the mission was to explore and document the flooded mine area of SCP-4460. Individual components were brought into SCP-4460 to construct a bathysphere.5 D-4875 was supplied with an audio headset connecting to Doctors Ricky Reeves and Clifford Dixon at control. For more info regarding this mission, see EXPLOG-4460-II. <Begin Log> CONTROL: Okay, you're in the water as you can see. Everything alright down there? D-4875: Uh, yeah. Is the oxygen gonna run out down here? CONTROL: Not at all. We got you hooked up to an O2 machine up here, you're fine. All right, now that that is all settled, why don't you tell me what it looks like through that port hole? D-4875: Uh, looks like … water? I don't know, it's really murky down here. CONTROL: Can you see the walls of the mine at all? D-4857: Uh, a little bit. The walls made of dirt, right? CONTROL: I believe you're correct. All right, we're going to continue to let you down, you tell us if you see anything odd, alright? D-4857: Mhm, yeah. The bathysphere is lowered for another 20 minutes D-4857: Uh, you still there? CONTROL: Yeah, anything happening down there? D-4857: Something's off. CONTROL: Can you- D-4857: «D-4857 gasps» It's here! That factory head! CONTROL: What is it saying? D-4857 shudders D-4857: "Can you be more pacific?" Dr. Dixon scribbles something down on his paper. CONTROL: Anything else? D-4857: No, no not really. It's gone now. CONTROL: Okay. well, what were you saying before that? D-4857: Oh, just a floor. CONTROL: A floor? Can you be more pacific? Ha, just kidding. Can you elaborate? D-4857: Yeah, like the ones above the mine thing. No water or anything. CONTROL: No water? D-4857: Did I stutter? Dr. Dixon and Reeves scribble something down. CONTROL: Are you still … observing it? D-4857: Nah. CONTROL: Well, uh, okay then! «To other researchers» You got that, didn't you? The bathysphere continues down the mine for another hour before being pulled back up. An additional exploration log of the floor seen by D-4857 was scheduled, and details of the log are transcribed within Exploration Log-4460-III. <End Log> + Exploration Log 4460-III - Hide File Exploration Audio Log Transcript Date: 03/04/2006 Subject: SCP-4460 Team Lead: Captain Román París Team Members: Agents Parker Taylor and Ellyn Horsey. Notes: Exploratory Mission 4460-III was scheduled for March 3rd, 2006 with a team of 3 led by Captain Román París. The objective of the mission was to document and explore a floor located approximately 1 km below floor B8, reportedly devoid of any ground water. The team was supplied with audio headsets connecting with Researchers Barnaby Harcourt and Billy Beebe at Control, as well as a sufficient supply of food rations. For more information regarding this mission, see document EXPLOG4460-III. <Begin Log> Materials to build a bathysphere were carried to floor B8 and constructed on said floor. Captain París and agents Taylor and Horsey board the submersible and are lowered to the floor, henceforth referred to as B9. The team deboards the bathysphere and begin their radio call with Researcher Harcourt at control. The transcript of the exploratory mission follows. París: I'm out the bathysphere, Harcourt. A machine located on floor B9. ✖ CONTROL: Exceptional. The other agents are out of the submersible too, I presume? París helps Horsey out of the bathysphere. París: Yes. Horsey: «Coughs» Smells like nitrous down here. CONTROL: Noted. Can someone describe what it looks like from where you are? Taylor: Sure. Looks a lot like the other floors, lots of smog. Hallways too, there's a fork in the road right in front of us. Also as Ellyn said; smells a lot like laughing gas down here, even through this cooling suit. CONTROL: Interesting. Is everyone ready down there? París: Yup. CONTROL: Good. Go ahead and go towards this fork mentioned. The team proceeds down the left path of floor B9, marking their path along the way as a way to find their way back to the bathysphere. The team continues before coming across four different routes; after deliberation, the team chose the far right path. The team reports many instances of SCP-4460-A appearing near their vicinity during the trek, often taunting the team with its comedy. Reports of jokes during this time include: «The team stumbles upon a metal crucible containing molten steel.» "I knew metal before it was cool!" «The team discovers a large industrial fan.» "I don't know about you, but I'm a huge metal fan!" «The team walks by a fire contained in a small furnace.» "Sorry if it's hot in here, I might have to step out!" «The team is walking nearby a cluster of tangled copper pipes.» "I guess you could call me copper and tellurium because I sure am CuTe!" After three hours, the team runs out of materials to mark the walls, but continues down the hallway without it. At the four hour mark, the team reports feeling ill on account of the nitrous oxide levels. The team attempts to find their way back to the bathysphere. París: I don't think we can last much longer down here. Nitrous levels getting way too high. I think we'll try and make our way back, Harcourt. CONTROL: Copy. We'll be waiting your return back at the surface. París: Sounds good. Horsey: Thank god, let's go. I got a mad headache right now. The team turns around to head back to the bathysphere, only to find themselves lost. Taylor: Roman, Where the hell are we? We didn't come this way at all. París: We're fine. Just keep on following me. Horsey: Parker's got a point. Why the hell did we keep going without any form of marking system? París: Will the bunch of you be quiet? I got this. SCP-4460-A is then audible through the audio headsets. SCP-4460-A: Aye, this place is pretty a-maze-ing, wouldn't you say? París: Christ. Horsey: Why'd he say a maze pun? Taylor: Why do you think? We're trapped in here for good. CONTROL: Don't worry guys, we'll handle this. «To Researcher Beebe» Do you think we can get another team down there? Beebe: Yeah, but we're going to have to take their bathysphere out first. CONTROL: Do whatever's necessary. Beebe: Right. We'll get another team down there in, oh, forty minutes? CONTROL: Sounds good. Tell the guys on B8 to pull the bathysphere up. Beebe: Copy. CONTROL: We got another team going down there for you. Just stay where you are. París: Understood. We'll try our best. Thirty minutes go by. Horsey: Captain… París: Yeah? Horsey: Where the hell did Parker go? París: Uh… París: Control? CONTROL: Yes, we have a team coming as we speak- París: Parker's gone. CONTROL: What do you mean? París: I said he left! CONTROL: «To Researcher Beebe» You hear that? CONTROL: One moment, we'll try to contact him through his headset. Control attempts to contact Agent Taylor through his audio headset, but proves futile. Ten more minutes go by when a secondary exploration team find Captain París and Agent Horsey just 100 meters from the entry point. Both show extreme nausea caused by long term exposure to nitrous oxide, but recover fully within 5 days. Agent Taylor's comatose body was found six days later, with no audio headset and a large fissure in his cooling mask. With him was a journal, written in which were logs of several other missions assigned to Agent Taylor, including the mission he passed during. Entries from this mission follows. Mission Log, Parker Taylor Shit. This nitrous in the air is about to get me killed. I passed out while waiting for rescue a few minutes(?) ago, but I woke up in a completely different part of this labyrinth with a giant gash on my head and no audio headset. This god damn place is trying to kill me. I have no idea where I am. No idea at all. I've already tried to go back to where I was waiting but it just doesn't exist! Even worse is that I encountered that factory head again while looking for the rest of the crew. > I don't even remember what he said, something like "Don't B negative" while pointing at my gash. A blood related joke, I presume. I hate how it knows my blood type. I'm sick. This nitrous oxide is killing me. Help. I can only presume that it's the next day. This thing is following me with his god-awful jokes. I guess there's no one else in this place, which would explain why it's picking on me. Also, the damn earthquakes. Laughter. Whatever you might call them. It happens every single time I god damn breathe. It's so loud. And strong. And every time this damn place shakes that guy shows up. I can't write anymore. My head hurts way too much for this. Here's to getting rescued soon. Jesus Christ. It's not in the reflections anymore. It's everywhere. Is it the nitrous oxide or is it real? Is anything in this god damn place real? Am I real? I'm reckless. I'm doing whatever it's gonna take to get out of this place, and I know the risks. I'm dizzy. Not enough oxygen down here. My fingers are blue and I've been choking on my own lungs for what feels like several lifetimes. Why am I down here? This place is just a mess of machines, unfazed by the efforts anyone who tries to stop it. This entire odyssey is some sick joke by a mad factory head. If you're reading this, please respond. It's dark down here, and nothing makes sense. No other anomalous effects are believed to be contained within the lower levels of the floor, and the descriptions given are likely side effects of a nitrous oxide overdose. Agent Parker Taylor died four days later, and an autopsy revealed a severe nitrous oxide overdose, causing hallucinations, headaches, and seizures, which was also the cause of the comatose state Agent Parker Taylor was found with. <End Log> Footnotes 1. Both objects show no visible wear. 2. Nitrous oxide, N2O, is commonly known as laughing gas. 3. See Exploration Log-4460-II and III for more information regarding this. 4. Because of its nature, SCP-4460-A cannot leave the reflection, but often bluffs hitting the surface it appears on. 5. A bathysphere is a spherical deep-sea submersible, capable of reaching depths of 914 meters. « SCP-4459 | SCP-4460 | SCP-4461 »
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BY ORDER OF THE OVERSEER COUNCIL If you are seeing this document, please immediately report to the person listed at the top of Foundation Personnel List 8288-A. Item #: SCP-4461 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4461 is to be contained in a non-descript box near, but preferably not directly on, a Foundation site. This location is not to be listed in any Foundation records or disclosed to any Foundation employee except this object's HMCL1. The database version of this containment file is not to includfffffffffffffffff ok so, at some point a bunch of stuff got deleted, but I didn't do it, I promise i am a janitor, i don't usually work with files. so i'm really sorry if this is in the wrong format or something, but I'm going to do my best. therer a lot of options on this screen and I am afraid of clicking the wrong one and messing everything up. so please stay with me, ok The box is to be obviously marked as Foundation Property, with prominent instructions that if found, it should not be opened, but instead be delivered to the next person on Foundation Personnel List 8288-A (See Addendum 1). A physical copy of this containment file is to be printed on acid-free paper and the attached files downloaded onto non-volatile removable media. A copy is to be placed with SCP-4461 in the event the HMCL is unable to find a replacement before becoming incapacitated, or meets an unexpected death. test test, can i add stuff? Nash Pinkle woz here oh shit how do i delete tat In the event that the HMCL discovers any other Foundation employee (up to and including O5 personnel) is attempting to investigate SCP-4461, they are to immediately initiate the containment protocol listed in Addendum 3. SCP-4461 before containment. Description: SCP-4461 is a round sphere of leather, 73mm in diameter, stitched from two pieces of fitting leather scraps secured into a spherical pouch with twine. testing confirms it is filled with sand of unknown origin. Attempts to open the object for further testing do not work. it looks kinda like an acient baseball. SCP-4461 is an infohazard. When a person in a position of leadership becomes aware of SCP-4461, they immediately become an instance of SCP-4461-A. In a matter of time ranging from several weeks to several months, the organizational structure below SCP-4461-A suffers increased inefficiency, failure, and catastrophe that grows in severity.2 These include, but are not limited to: Loss of efficiency Policy violations Sickness Increased turnover rate Accidents Sudden death Ultimately, the organizational structure reporting to SCP-4461-A will crumble. Further hierarchies under SCP-4461-A's command will also fail; notably, SCP-4461-A will not suffer these effects themselves (unless those above them in their organizational hierarchy are also affected). other things have been tried sometimes, but didn't work. but ya know, you can't really test it without people finding out, and then everything is fucked, rite iffn im being honest i dont want to do this. so it was oh like two years or so ago I was workin janitor for site 52 outside manchester (COME ON U REDS), i get told 'pack yer shit up, Nash, yer goin to france.' so I get an address and a plane ticket, my flat gets sold overnight and i'm off to fuckkken france. i dont SPEAK FRENCH This effect can only be stopped by SCP-4461-A's death. Uses of amnestics on affected subjects do not slow or inhibit the effects of SCP-4461. so i find out im the new trainee under this old guy. dean. wasn't much training. an i was SHIT at the job, right? thought I was gonna get fired, kept fuckin things up. and then one day he told me about this 4461. and told me i'd been promoted to HMCL. an i asked him what it meant and he gave me this usb sitck, told me to read the file. then he wished me good luck an was gone. never saw im again. Addenda + Addendum 1.A: Foundation Personnel List 8288-A - Addendum 1.A: Foundation Personnel List 8288-A FPL-8288-A is a list of 50 Class-0 Clearance Foundation Personnel who have the lowest scores on the Ranser-G Ambition Scale and no subordinates. This list is to be placed in an easily-accessible location with redundant backups and be available to all Foundation employees. It is to be self-maintaining without human intervention. Attempts to redact or expunge this document should be met with warnings regarding unspecified infohazardous it sucks being on this list. makes you a joke, nobody takes you seriously. i am Nash, king of shit hill. an like, when ur on this list, you go nowhere. never get promotions. but u also don get fired. look at the thing on the next section fuckin shitfuckshit ok so, it was in the next one, it's not there anymore, i accidentally turned THE WHOLE FUKIN THING INTO BLOCKS and chant change it back, FUCK anyway, there's this thing about the job, right? you can't get fired. not allowed. if yer on that shit list, you stay there. for fuckin ever. i asked dean, before he left, if i had done a good job. 'no,' he laughed, and i thought he was takin the piss. then he says 'you were shit at your job but youll get better. we all do.' + Addendum 1.B: Employment status and FPL 8288-A - Addendum 1.B: Employment status and FPL 8288-A ██ █████████████ ██ ██, ███-███ ████████ ███ ███ █████ ███ ███████ ██ ███ ████████ █████ ██ ███████ ████████ ██ ████. ███████████ ██ █████████ ██ ██████████ ██ ███-███ █████████ ██ ██████████ ██████ ██ ████████ ████ ██████████ ██████████ ███ ███ ████████ ███ ███████ ██ █████████████ ████████ ██ █ █████████ ████████ ████ ██████████ ██████████. ████████ ███-███ ███ ██ █████ ██████, ██ ████ ███ ████ █ █████ ███████ ██ ███████ ████████. ███-███ ███ ████ ████████ ████████ ██ ███████ █████ ███ ██ ██ ███████ ████ ██ █ ████, ███████ ████ ███████ ██ ████████ █████, ███████ ██ █ ██████ ███████ ███ ██████ ██ ████████ ███ ██ █████, [████ ████████] ██ ██████, ████████ █████ ███ [████████] ███████ [████████] ████ ███████ ████████ █████ ███████████ █████ █████ ███████, ███████ █████ █████, ███. UNDO UNREDARCT fuck, not working oh but you know what you CAN do? get transfered. I've had shitty supervisors that wanted me out on my ass, but they wasn't allowed. they transfer me somewhere else. know how that feels? i been transferred to 4 sites since gettin into this shit. i even started learning french, fat lot it did me + Addendum 2: Unusual Cargo manifest, 1691 - Addendum 2: Unusual Cargo manifest, 1691 The R. H. Commission on Unusual Cargo Manifest Authorized by the Board of Regents of said Commission Manifest #349 Storage: I have placed the object in a box, with a letter detailing its effects, and placed both inside a larger box, and buried them near our headquarters, beneath three coconut trees on the due west side of the island. Cargo Description [Large section removed with ink] I discovered the object when I met a privateer in Clew Bay. He was a destitute fellow, who in a drunken state told me of his woes; after raiding a merchant vessel and obtaining the object, he had a round of terrible luck that resulted in the deaths of most of his crew and the sinking of his ship. Upon obtaining the object, I suffered a similar fate; the Commission agents under my command all met sad and terrible fates, and I was relieved of duty. Experiments on the object's effects proved similar. The only relief I have is that neither the object nor its properties were as of yet disclosed to the Commissioner. Understanding now what I do about it, I know of only one solution. I shall bury the item, turn in my resignation to the Commissioner, and take my life. Attest: Henry Abiel know what i don't get? dean. must be dead tho right? cuz i stopped having accidents n shit. also i wish i knew how to add new blocks, this system is fucked + Addendum 3: Instructions to HMCL - Addendum 3: Instructions to HMCL If any person discovers SCP-4461 or learns of its existence, you are authorized to terminate them. only had this happen once. i hope never again. please god never again. i'm sorry carl, it wasn't your fault. Should any person, including Foundation personnel, be discovered to be investigating SCP-4461, the following instructions are to be followed in order. Run the attached self-deleting antimemetic virus to locate and permanently encrypt all files related to SCP-4461 which may exist on Foundation databases. Contact the employee using the attached authentication credentials, and send the compliance instructions attached (See Addendum 4). If they fail to comply, run the attached program titled "4461-WNDG0" and enter the personnel name. If a mass breach of SCP-4461 occurs or is imminent, you are to run the attached failsafe program, which will retrieve direct contact information for a single Overseer chosen at random. You are to send this document and all its attachments to them. They will take appropriate action. maybe one day we'll see each other in heaven. i mean, if i ever get there, because despite wot i did, im a good person. right? i never meant to hurt nobody. shouldn't have said nothin. shouldn't have gon to the pub with u carl an then i let the fuckin thing slip out, and i knew i dunno how i knew, i just knew you caught it. like adisease an then when that kid u hired got hurt at your shop, i knew it was just gonna get worse so i did what i did to save them and im sorry it's all my fault who am i kidding, im going to hell + Addendum 4: Compliance instructions - Addendum 4: Compliance instructions If you are reading this and you are not on Foundation Personnel List 8288-A, then I am sorry to inform you that you are now required to perform a specific duty to contain SCP-4461, the containment protocols of which you have broken, whether intentionally or unintentionally. The following is an instruction on behalf of the Overseer Council. Attached you will find credentials authenticating the validity of this message. You absolutely cannot tell your peers or superiors what you are about to read, or the actions you are ordered to take. Time is very short before the object begins to impact your subordinates in this organization. I know. It's happening to mine already. Order immediate termination of any Foundation employee other than you who you know has learned about the object.3 If there is not currently an HMCL for the object, appoint the appropriate person at the top of FPL-8288-A. Terminate yourself as soon as possible. If it makes you feel any better, I am about to perform all of these instructions myself. So at least you're not alone. Ordered, O5-█ HMCL, SCP-4461 you takin th fuckin piss, fucking O5-SHIT i'll always be alone + Addendum 5: NEW ADDENDUM TITLE HERE - Addendum 5: NEW ADDENDUM TITLE HERE i dont think i got any better, dean. u was wrong 1. Hazardous Materials Containment Liaison 2. Attempts to trick the object through shell corporations, organizational silos, and other business structures do not appear to work. the ball knows whos boss. fuckin wanker 3. If you do not currently have termination privileges, an authorization code is attached to this message; send the employee's name and that code to the indicated secure mailbox in those instructions. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4461" by Sam Swicegood (CityToast), from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4461. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Image name: Leather ball MET 19.3.10-Elnaggar Author: Pharos Source: link License: CC0
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Item #: SCP-4462 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4462 is to be stored in a standard containment room at Site-17. SCP-4462 should be checked weekly for letters that may have appeared inside it to avoid damage to the letters. Description: SCP-4462 is a typical aluminum mailbox which displays no unusual physical properties. The mailbox has some light damage, with a few dents and light water corrosion visible on the exterior. The mailbox has a slightly water damaged piece of paper taped to the top of interior, with the words "fan mail" written in black ink. SCP-4462's only anomalous property occurs after the death of a prominent American author. Minutes after the first reports of the author's death, an envelope containing a letter addressed to the now deceased author will appear within SCP-4462. These letters are attributed to various individuals. These individuals, when interviewed by Foundation personnel, have been found to have recently attempted to publish a work of literature, and in all cases have been rejected by a publisher. These individuals have no memory of writing the letter in question, although interviews seem to show that the letters do accurately convey the feelings of the subject about the now deceased author. Handwriting analysis shows a match with the named subject in all known instances. As the subjects have no recollection of the letter's existence, this function of SCP-4462 poses no risk to Foundation operations. SCP-4462 was discovered attached to an abandoned property in Cross Plains, Texas. SCP-4462 contained several dozen letters in it at the time of its discovery. A Foundation member embedded in the local government intercepted the object after its contents were discovered. Sample Recovered Documents: + Document Dated ██/██/2005 - Access Granted Mr. Hunter S. Thompson, Silence…. It was a moment of clarity, a deep feeling of dissatisfaction and yet at the same time the kind of happiness you'd feel with a head full of acid and a bottle half full of rum. That was the feeling when I finished Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. Dissatisfaction not in the contents of the story, but the fact that its end felt like an errant friend walking away, unsure of when… or if… he'd ever return. I found comfort in the fact that you went on to write quite a bit more, and I hold similar feelings about Fear and Loathing on the Campaign Trail '72. I'm glad you have not ever changed your behavior. A half deranged, detached man in a haze of drugs and alcohol is sometimes the perfect window into the quietly depraved… and disoriented state of affairs we call American culture. You said it perfectly yourself: "We are living in very strange times, and they are likely to get a lot stranger before we bottom out". I don't truly believe we've ever touched the bottom, we've only sunk down deeper into a nation of feuding subcultures, on occasion reunited by a major tragedy or triumph. I find your prescription of drugs, alcohol, and madness to be the only way to escape what you call "terminal despair". Your take on the maddening era of the seventies still holds true to me today in what people shamefully call our collective culture. A facade…. a largely soulless enterprise of lies and poor finances. The way you made the story of Raoul Duke and Dr. Gonzo… their time in the desert…. … your other stories, covering everything from our gibberish spewing, death obsessed politicians to the amoral and self serving spectators of a horse race… it brings that soul back, the soul America seems to have lost. I personally had thought the eighties were the rock bottom for the loss of American's spirit, but then the nineties happened and now we are where we are today. To watch an actor treat the oval office like a studio for him to monologue in front of America. To watch our own government fund thugs and monsters and call it freedom fighting. To watch two politicians with the same worldview bicker against a confused millionaire. To watch musicians, rebelling against the weirdly dressed music of their decade, taking music inspired by black artists and the heavy droning rock music that came from overseas two decades before, forced to make ballads for teenage girls, mimicking the very thing they were rebelling against due to some simple, common law contract. To see the same damn thing happen a few years later when Seattle bands on powerful drugs were driven out by a cleaner alternative that stole their style but not their soul. To see a film industry constantly plunder its own past when it has run out of ideas for the future, retelling the same damn story worse and expecting money for it. And everyone acts likes this is normalcy… that this is how it should be. I understand your living in a perpetual haze. Alcohol… cussing… firearms… I've heard some call you a communist but to me you may very well have fit in with our founding fathers. I'm glad that you have given this nation so much… perhaps more than people would think it deserves but you and I know better… nothing is enough until people are able to see the world around them for what it is… that a group of power people are perverting the American dream, turning us all into a nation of used car salesmen. I wish you well, perhaps one day the rich kids of the world will, in some perverse irony, fall in love with your works and inadvertently recreate the American dream. Your fan, ████ █████████ + Document Dated ██/██/1972 - Access Granted Mr. John Berryman, Poetry is loud and frantic. From the writer's mind onto ink. I am the man who puts words on the paper. I am the man who shares the anguish and pain. I am the bottom of the river, where the light seldom reaches. People are cruel, and lost in their own desires. Fiery words from elevated voices, as loud as poetry. Your words, your pain, your answers in the trees and buildings and the other high up things. To make my pain something that in words can be described. That which can be described can be killed. It can die. It will die, die. With me or by its own self. I wish to see all willing to share their pain. Their mouths not sewn, but free to run. To pour. To flow like the river where the light seldom reaches. I hope your pain may flow forever into ink. So others can read and treat themselves in the same manner. Your words though to some strange and morbid. The way you write outside the rules, conventions, the words spill onto the page as water. To borrow a line of verse, "However things hurt, men hurt worse." So when the fall comes. The fall of our lives. We may know that our pain is often shared but that knowledge seldom reaches. Your fan, ██████ ██████ + Document Dated ██/██/1961 - Access Granted Mr. Ernest Hemingway, In the late summer of a year of poor weather, I took a trip from Princeton to New Orleans. The train passed through the hills of Pennsylvania. Plants hung from the cliffs, still wet from the evening rain. The train created intense noise. The passengers were silent. When I switched trains in Chicago, the station was full of conversations. I did not speak to anyone until my train arrived in New Orleans a day later. The buildings of the French Quarter were stone and wood worn down by age. When I found a bar where I could sit outdoors, I sat alone on a patio with a man wearing a suit. The man was pale, with a round face and a long forehead. He was staring into his book with an intense gaze. He seemed unaware of the world around him. "It is very hot today." I said. I had begun to take my wallet from my pocket. "The weather is alright." The man said. He was reading a book that he was careful to keep at a distance from his beer. "This bar is quiet." I said. "I had heard that this city was lively." "The band hasn't arrived yet." The man said. "I'm waiting for their show. I've been following them around for months." "Do they play jazz?" I asked. There was a small jazz scene in Princeton. "Yes." He said. "I arrive early to get a good seat." "Do you always wear a suit?" I asked. "I was in class earlier. I did not bother to change." The man said. I peaked over his shoulder to look at his book. "What book are you reading?" "The Old Man and the Sea." The man said. "I find the works of Hemingway interesting, even if I find his writing style a bit dry." I had never read a book of yours before. The sentences in the book were short. The ideas were to the point. It was different than the writing I had read in college. I walked over to the bar with my wallet still in hand. "I'd like one glass of whatever beer that gentlemen with the book is drinking." I said to the bartender, who was slouching with a bored look. "Of course." the bartender said. He poured the beer from the tap and handed me the glass. I walked back to the man reading at the table. "What inspired you to read that book?" I asked. "I teach at a university, I write newspapers, and I write novels myself. I need a frequent intake of written word." He had impressed me. "You are a novelist?" I said. "I've always wanted to write novels." "Yes." He said. "Well, in a way. I wrote a novel when I was sixteen but could never find a publisher, and I tried. I'm working on a comedy now. A farce of sorts, set here in New Orleans." "Well, I wish you the best of luck in finding a publisher." I said to him. I stayed for the band who had a upbeat and brass-heavy sound. The man in the suit kept his eyes focused on the band all night. There was a look in his eyes, a hunger for success. I bought the same novel the next morning at a bookstore in the Garden Distract. I found it simple but captivating. I read all your novels that fall. The beauty and power of nature. The horrors of war. The fragile nature of romance. I found all these ideas merged together in perfect balance in your novels. Simple words can convey complex ideas. Ideas that all people should consider. Your writing hits a nerve in the reader. Many of your words are still with me. You speak many truths, of the world breaking men. Of the sincere lack of people willing to listen to their fellow man. But one quotation of yours sticks with me still, memorized word for word. “There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man. True nobility is being superior to your former self.” I hope that I will improve myself. I will become a better person. I will become a better writer. There are many who think themselves superior, but few willing to improve themselves. I hope you are still striving to become an even better person and writer, since your works are already great. Your honesty as an author I greatly admire and there are many other people that you clearly have inspired. I hope you continue to write more, you may be the greatest novelist in this nation's history. Your fan, ███████ █████ ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4462" by GerrymanderBassist, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4462. 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-4463: Ecosystem Restore Point Author: $ghosthorses$ (More from this author) Image Sources: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Aklais_mire.jpg (Creative Commons) Thanks: Lt Flops and PhamtomGuy for allowing me to make an article from the description they wrote of an ancillary anomaly seen in SCP-3309, and for feedback/discussion and support. RockTeethMothEyes, SoullessSingularity, AndrewOBT, and ModernMajorGeneral for crit. Fun fact: The Energy Policy Act of 2005 "Exempts hydraulic fracturing from federal oversight under the Safe Drinking Water Act of 1974… With such an exemption, companies are not required by the federal government to disclose the chemicals being used in their fracking fluid." (from: https://www.fractracker.org/resources/oil-and-gas-101/fracking-fluid/) SCP-4463 Item #: SCP-4463 Special Containment Procedures: Foundation geological surveyors and range scientists are to be dispatched to the affected territory for data and sample collection. For populated areas that are imminently within the radius of SCP-4463's effect, an explanation of the proceeding events is to be publicly incited by Foundation influence, using either the principles of hydrogeography (recommended for rural populations) or infrastructural failures (for urban populations) as a basis for the disinformation campaigns. Campaigns are to emphasize that the water is not fit for consumption or use. Mobile Task Force Tau-29 ("Cultus") is tasked with preemptively reinforcing local crop fields under such campaigns by which to impede the ingress of water, and to help ensure the continuation of agricultural production. Description: SCP-4463 is a complex water-based spatial anomaly affecting parts of the Chihuahuan desert in the state US states of Arizona, Texas, New Mexico, as well as the Mexican states of Coahuila, Sonora, and Chihuahua. SCP-4463 describes the transformation of a large area of desert into an equivalent area of wetlands. According to calculations modeling the current rate of expansion, SCP-4463 is capable of flooding the North American continent within 50 years. Since 1990, desertification of southeastern Arizona began to occur at a rate of roughly 2 km2 per month. This desertification increased at a rate of 0.5% per year until 2008, when approximately 1,200 km2 of previously arable land had been rendered incapable of bearing healthy vegetation.1 At this point, the government of Arizona considered this phenomenon an ecological disaster and enacted plans to attempt to reverse the spread of desertification. This occurred as a response to the mass protest by members of the Pascua Yaqui Tribe in the nearby Tucson region beginning in November of 2006. In August of 2008, approximately 60% of desiccated topsoil per square meter began to transform into water by an unknown anomalous effect. No causative precipitation has accompanied the transformation. At the time of writing, 45% of the previously desertified area has been transformed into mires,2 complicating and in some cases preventing human and native animal occupancy in this territory. No anomalous qualities of the resultant flora have been observed. Chemical analyses reveal that water produced by SCP-4463 contains high concentrations of proppants3 and is consistent with known formulations of fracking fluids.4 In their observed concentrations, the chemical components are not compatible with biological life. Addenda 1. In-Field Interview: PoI 4463-1 + Display Transcript - Collapse Transcript Interviewed: █████████ - Pascua Yaqui Tribe (PoI 4463-1) Interviewer: Dr. John Moisson - Level-2, Research, Geologist Foreword: ██/██/█████. Level-2 Foundation Junior Researcher John Moisson is dispatched to confirm information from satellite images of lone human activity within an otherwise abandoned small town, vacated years prior due to the encroachment of SCP-4463 and floral overgrowth. The town was previously populated by a small community of Pascua Yaqui descendants. Introductory conversation and other extraneous dialogue has been removed and notated accordingly. [BEGIN LOG] Moisson: Thank you. I think… I think there's a wolf at your door. █████████: Yes, there is. His name is Paco. He is probably the last one of his kind you'll ever see, too. Moisson: How do you know that? █████████: We knew all of the cuetlāchcoyōtl,5 when there were more of them. Not many, but more. We've watched them dwindle in numbers over the years, and then… this happened. I don't know if any survived.6 Moisson: Did the people of this town domesticate them? █████████: No. I don't believe you can domesticate wolves, by definition. You can domesticate the descendants that share a common ancestor with the wolf… but. They would cease to be wolves and become something like the artificial breed that shares the name of this region. (Moisson does not respond.) █████████: …The Chihuahua. Moisson: Ah. I'm um… embarrassed I didn't catch that. But you know the wolf's name? █████████: Oh yeah. I knew that wolf from my childhood. Before I left the reservation. It was no pet, but they— I mean we as a people had a healthy respect for the wolves. We could know to expect certain events from the activities of the group. So we kept a close eye on them, and them on us, it seemed. That one I named when I was a boy. I know it is the same because of the scar on his nose. Moisson: I didn't realize wolves live that long. █████████: They don't. Moisson: Where did you go when you left the reservation? █████████: Into Phoenix. We had just succeeded in establishing the Indian Civil Rights act of 1968. We were on top of the world then — felt like we were on a roll, like we hung the moon in the sky. This was well before your time; it was all about justice. The age of tribal tyranny had ended, and the U.S. Government was our hero. I left as a representative of my people, had the enthusiasm of my friends and family, and entered into the politics of the state, then of the nation. Command reports via Moisson's earpiece that facial recognition software has positively identified the individual as █████████, a well-known politician active in environmental regulatory affairs of crude oil and gas production. Moisson is advised to pursue this in conversation. █████████: But I soon found it was at a great cost. All the incorporation, protection, status increase… wealth. It all came at a price. Smells awfully like protection racket these days. Like being an complicit accomplice. I fear that price was a healthy portion of part of our culture. Moisson: I recognize you now, senator. Took me a second, but… just like the Chihuahua. (Forces a chuckle) █████████: (No laughter) Then maybe you know why I've chosen to return. And stay. Until I die. Moisson: No, I can't say I know. █████████: I betrayed my people. (Pause) And I caused this mess. Well, I don't know if that's true… but I'm sure I didn't help, not like I could have. Moisson: How did you do that? █████████: (Sighs.) I was instrumental in the decision of Santa Clara Pueblo v. Martinez.7 Moisson: I don't know about that one, sorry. █████████: Good. The influence it generated directly quelled the Arizonan government's impact on the response to the desert crisis. When they— my people I mean, started the protests, I was forced to see their poverty. I had to face how big the gap had become. I became paranoid, thought I was seeing things; things like Paco. But then, I pet him. He just looked at me, with no expression. There was something strange about his eyes… cataracts, but there was something off about them. Something… textured. No movement from him except his gaze that followed me. There wasn't even the exhalation of breath from his snout upon my hand. I knew then that he and the others I had seen, they were messengers. Moisson: Are you suggesting that the wolf outside isn't real? █████████: That is what it sounds like, isn't it? I can't see them as anything but the most real things I've known. The visions de-seated me from wealth and luxury in Washington D.C. and brought me here — poor, starving, and alone… taking shelter in the house that was once my parents. They asked me to rebury them and led me to their bodies. Told me the water from the ground flooded many of my ancestors' burial grounds. I got here and found it was true; it had surfaced them. Moisson: Oh I'm sorry to hear… that's awful. █████████: Sure. But it wasn't water they were in. What they were hemorrhaging. It was oil. Moisson: There are oil pools here? █████████: Oh yes. There are now. (Pause.) You lusting for them? Thinking of what they could afford you? It's okay, I feel it too. No one is above it. But… I wouldn't touch the stuff now. Do you know what oil is? Moisson: Sir, I am a geologist. █████████: I mean really is? I wonder if you've been paying attention in a way that I didn't. (No reply.) █████████: It's blood. Our planet's. Sitting below the skin in a subterranean vasculature. Moisson: That's poetic. █████████: No it isn't. That's the point; it isn't. Our planet is anemic. But as long as it is alive, it will find ways to create life for its own supply. New ways if it has to. Strange ways. Moisson: You're here to try and stop it? To reverse the damage done? █████████: You can't make straight what has grown crooked. It's the price that I have to pay. Besides, the planet doesn't need me to help it; it is perfectly capable of helping itself. Always has been. In great irony, but I believe with great purpose, things from now on will be worst for those most dominant. Just like it has always been in extinctions. And you know what all of our corpses will become given time? Moisson: Oil? █████████: That's right — blood. Lots of it. There is much of it on my hands, young man. That is why I am here. To return it. I am going to die here and allow myself to finally contribute to a solution, as I promised my family I would, so long ago. (Pause.) █████████: Do you know what the thickest black is, son? Moisson: …Oil? █████████: (Chuckles.) I like you. Close, but not quite… (Pauses and leans forward.) It's the kind that you breathe in. [END LOG] Closing Statement: █████████ is officially designated "PoI-4463". The aforementioned wolf is not relocated upon the researcher's exit from the home. A mobile flowmeter indicates no concentration of thaumaturgic particles in the dwelling or area. The conjectures of PoI-4463 are not confirmed; no cadavers or oil pools are discovered in the nearby areas or in any area affected by SCP-4463. 2. Incident 4463-2 ██/██/████. Reflections seen in surfaces of pools of water that originated from SCP-4463 are noted to contain visual anomalies. Reflections of the sky observed upon these surfaces include what appears by all accounts to be a stationary replica of the moon. The visual anomaly appears irrespective of the time of day and does not abide by seasonal positioning. This phenomenon is not reproducible in lab. The reflected object is currently 200% the size of the typical lunar profile and its surface appears significantly darkened. Comparative analysis of known topographical features confirm that images of the moon’s far side and the reflected image are otherwise identical. 3. Incident 4463-3 ██/██/████. An individual identified as PoI-4463-1 (see Addendum 1) is observed by stationed Foundation researchers to be wading into a body of water produced by SCP-4463. This pool is the adjacent to the abandoned town PoI-4463-1 inhabits, measures 1.5 acres, 4.5 meters in depth, and housed no known anomalous qualities on prior assessment. Update: Post-event assessment reveals no changes. PoI-4463-1 is reported to be unclothed, of altered mental status, and initially non-responsive to attempts at communication. Personnel retrieve the individual, stabilize and process him at the nearby research outpost, and conduct the following interview: + Display Transcript - Collapse Transcript Interviewed: █████████ - Pascua Yaqui Tribe (PoI 4463-1) Interviewer: Agent Jeremiah Morlock - Level-3, In-Field Ops Foreword: ██/██/█████. [BEGIN LOG] Agent Morlock: (Away from mic, quietly) Some documentation was filed on him the other week, I remember seeing it. Get me a print of that please. Agent Morlock sighs and studies PoI-4463-1. Agent Morlock: What in God's name were you doing? (No reply.) Agent Morlock: Were you trying to kill yourself? No reply. The previously-addressed employee returns with a copy of the transcript seen in Addendum 1. Agent Morlock reads it. Agent Morlock: So you were trying to kill yourself. PoI-4463-1: Yes. Agent Morlock: Well it didn't work, huh? PoI-4463-1: No. Agent Morlock: (Sighs, to another, quietly) We've gotta get suicide precautions on this guy, see if we can scrummage up someone who is off-shift to take some minimal incentive pay or something. (To PoI-4463-1) So what exactly went wrong? PoI-4463-1: I… I was going to drown myself in the water. I remember jumping in headfirst. But I jump in, and I don’t feel pain. The waters around me are quiet and calm. I open my eyes. And deep. I can see for what seems like miles. There is a turquoise ocean before me, and a gentle current… it feels just like a breeze. It bats my eyelids and plays with my hair. In the distance I see a horizon. It is thin and dark gray. I am floating, at peace. I think, "I am dying". Then I think, “No, I am dead.” Agent Morlock: Parts of that pool are pretty shallow. Sounds like you hit your head. PoI-4463-1: (Continues) I realize that the horizon is growing larger. It is moving towards me, or I towards it. As it gets closer, I begin to see the continuous line is made up of individual pieces, and I start to make out shapes. They are animals. They’re on all fours, running towards me. Like they are charging. It is a battery of wolves, and they stretch as far as I can see to my left, and as far as I can to my right. They pull like a team of wild horses — side-by-side, their heads down. Their necks are broken, swaying limply with their steps. They are pulling a sound. And I hear it. It's not far behind them, motivating them like a battle cry. Agent Morlock: Okay… they were howling? You might have heard some actual wolves, land-bound ones I mean. The staff has reported hearing a lot of them around here. PoI-4462-1: No. The wolves are not howling. Something else is. Something bigger than all of them. I hear it in that pool and it frightens me, and shakes me out of my serenity. It is a noise of chronic death. It enters through my feet and takes too long to move up the rest of me. I can’t describe the sound. But… I believe… I believe I can reproduce it here. Now. If that would help. Agent Morlock scoffs and has an expression of amusement or disbelief. Agent Morlock: What, you mean like, sing or something? Well yeah. Yeah yeah sure, whatever makes you happy. (To others) Hey guys, come in here for a minute, won’t ya? Two additional personnel enter the room and the last closes the door behind him. Agent Morlock: (Quietly, to personnel) This should be good. (To PoI-4463-1) For reporting purposes. Go ahead, we’re all ears. PoI-4463-1: I can reproduce it for you here. Now. Agent Morlock: …Go on, we're all ears. PoI-4463-1: (Looks upwards.) Mother. (Closes eyes.) Forgive me. (Opens eyes.) Forgive your Oedipal son. PoI-4463-1's mouth opens. At the apex of the jaw's natural gape, PoI-4463-1's mandible unhinges. Abrupt sounds consistent with the snapping of ligamenture are heard. The forces required for such trauma cause the rest of the cranium to violently shift contralaterally with recoil as each side of the jaw is forcefully displaced out of socket. Further musculoskeletal and guttural noises can be heard as the jaw descends past the clavicles. These noises are somewhat obscured on footage by the vocal responses of the personnel in the room. PoI-4463-1 displays agonal breathing and marked cyanosis; the skin becomes pale, blue, and diaphoretic. PoI-4463-1 gargles, then produces a multitude of simultaneous vocalizations. Analysis reveals a minimum of thirteen separate timbres. The volume of the vocalizations cause those in attendance to cover their ears. Microphones on the recording devices clip with the input of the sound, and algorithms designed to prevent damage to equipment and to the human ear automatically mute the playback system after 55 milliseconds. Large streams of a dark fluid spill from all orifices in PoI-4463-1's head, including the mouth which curtails the vocalization (ambient audio returns). PoI-4463-1’s abdomen and limbs swell as fluid escapes. The room is quickly flooded and the personnel within are submerged. [END LOG] Closing Statement: Water damage to the room's surveillance equipment prevented further logging of the event. Additional personnel were able to extract Agent Morlock as well as Junior Researchers Scott Carmike and Rowan Nolan-Peoples from the room safely and without need for further medical attention. The body of PoI-4463-1 was not recovered. The fluid was later determined to be a chemical mixture of blood, crude oil, human tears, fracking fluid, and residual fractions of DNA that match known genetic sequences of Canis lupus baileyi (the local Mexican wolf). Footnotes 1. This aridification, albeit accelerated, is well-described by current range science theory, the increased incidence of violations by oil and gas operators on state lands, and overgrazing from invasive species and poor animal husbandry; thus is not considered anomalous. 2. A type of wetland that emerges as a result of deficient decay of organic matter. 3. Chemicals selected for their ability to facilitate the extraction of oil and natural gas from subterranean repositories. 4. Hydraulic fracturing, or fracking, is the process of infusing fluid at high pressures into subterranean layers of the Earth in order to tap concentrations of oil or natural gas for the purposes of fuel production. 5. Loosely translates to "perceptive coyote". 6. The previously EW (extinct-in-the-wild) and recovering population of Mexican wolves, assumed prior to be free-roaming within the region (estimated at only 7 in the wild at the onset of SCP-4463), has vanished from tagging surveillances. 7. 1978. Greatly mitigated the impact of The Indian Civil Rights Act. U.S. courts deliberately denied to give defense to sexist injustices performed by the tribe’s leadership. (Tribe membership was denied to children born of women who married outside of the tribe whereas inclusion was given to men born in the same fashion.) ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4463" by ghosthorses, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4463. 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: Aklais_mire.jpg Name: IMG_2474 Author: Daiga Brakmane License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: Flickr
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Dogs Could Be Bigger close Info X SCP-4464: Dogs Could Be Bigger Author: Mortos Entry for the 2019 JamCon theme "Shaggy Dog". If you like this, you can find more of my stuff here! A non-anomalous example of the Leonberger breed, supplied for visual reference. Item #: SCP-4464 Special Containment Procedures: Space-flight experiments involving canines are to be terminated by Foundation assets through any means necessary. All satellite photos of the far side of the moon are to be filtered for potential evidence of SCP-4464-1, and photos of the inner solar system are to be similarly filtered for evidence of SCP-4464-2. Description: SCP-4464 is an anomaly affecting all juvenile canines not significantly affected by Earth's gravity. The anomaly has two primary effects. Approximately 30 seconds after entering low gravity, affected canines will no longer require food, water or oxygen, and will no longer produce waste. Following the onset of these changes, the growth rate of an affected canine will increase dramatically; while the exact scale of this increase is difficult to measure, it is estimated to be several orders of magnitude beyond normal growth. This growth continues for the normal duration of the affected canine's adolescence, until it reaches an age at which it is fully developed. Thus, the amount of growth is relative to the age of the canine prior to their being affected; fully grown canines experience no effects from SCP-4464. SCP-4464-1 is a male Leonberger1 currently located on the far side of the moon, standing approximately 1.1km tall. It spends the majority of its time sleeping, though it occasionally throws and then chases a large rock, presumably for entertainment. Approximately once per month, SCP-4464-1 will perform motions indicating it is attempting to howl, though no sound is produced due to the lack of atmosphere. SCP-4464-2 is a female Leonberger currently located in the approximate orbit of the asteroid belt between Mars and Jupiter. It measures an estimated 55km tall and is currently curled in a sleeping position. No movement has been detected since observation began. Orbiting SCP-4464-2 are four smaller objects, believed to be Leonberger puppies measuring approximately 50m tall, collectively designated SCP-4464-3. No individual movement has been observed in these objects. Investigations into who originally sent SCP-4464-1 and SCP-4464-2 into space are currently in progress. Footnotes 1. A breed of dog known for its large size, thick coat and friendly demeanour. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4464" by Mortos, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4464. 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: Leonberger_male.jpg Name: File:Leonberger male.jpg Author: Kurre92 License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons
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close Info X More by DarkStuff~! Item #: SCP-4465 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4465 is to be kept in a secure containment locker. Description: SCP-4465 is a Glock 17 pistol. The exact properties of SCP-4465 are unknown. Testing has been scheduled for the following month. SCP-4465 was found in an apartment along with the body of Arnold Dubar, who committed suicide through exsanguination from the wrists. Three days before the discovery of his body, his college roommate, his mother, and his family dog had all suffered identical gunshot wounds, from the roof of the mouth to the back of the head, within ten minutes of each other. Bullets matched those in SCP-4465's magazine. Arnold Dubar was 3,000 kilometers away from the nearest victim. SCP-4465 Test Logs SCP-4465 Test Logs Testing has been cancelled due to ethical concerns. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4465" by DarkStuff, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4465. 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 More by DarkStuff~! Item #: SCP-4466 The farmhouse by which SCP-4466 were found. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4466 are to be kept in an earthy containment chamber, fit for several large (152 cm tall and 244 cm long) mammals to roam. SCP-4466 are to be fed primarily grass and hay three times a day. SCP-4466 are to be groomed, cleaned, and generally maintained by on-site animal handlers. The SCP-4466 population is to be kept at a reasonable level (decided at the research lead's discretion), and deceased instances are to be dissected and studied. Description: SCP-4466 are quadrupedal mammals, possessing features similar to that of several other known animals. SCP-4466 possess anatomy unable to have naturally occurred, and have DNA that appears to be composed of the DNA of several other organisms. An abridged list of notable aspects of SCP-4466's anatomy follow: Sparse hair. Human-like eyes and mouth. Cow-like digestive system and nose. A face structure similar in construction to a dog's snout. A bone and muscle structure in the "legs" more reminiscent to hominid fingers. A collection of stacked and compressed toenails used for balance in the place of feet. SCP-4466 are herbivorous, domesticated (unusually amicable towards human subjects), and docile unless provoked. Initial exposure to SCP-4466 invariably causes confusion, discomfort, and a mild headache in human subjects. The rate at which these symptoms fade is variable, but consistent exposure over the course of a week has shown to be effective in over 95% of cases. The remaining 5% of subjects who continue to be affected are disproportionately composed of those who have experience in medical fields, especially veterinary practices. Discovery: SCP-4466 were discovered in rural █████, ██████ after several reported sightings of "unusual beasts" in the area. The SCP-4466 population was found to be centered around an abandoned farm, previously occupied by a ███████ family of a mother, father, and three sons. The current whereabouts of the ███████s are unknown. An investigation of the ███████ household revealed several photographs of the family posing with SCP-4466 instances, and/or riding them. Similarly, a camera found within the house contained a video of the father teaching the eldest son how to ride an SCP-4466 instance. The equipment used to ride SCP-4466, as shown in the photographs and video, was not found. Most notable was a recovered HD-DVD that acted as an educational miniseries on SCP-4466. The disc was labelled "The Dangers of Misunderstanding Your Steed" with the subtitle "1974 (Remastered 1992)" in permanent marker. Subjects who view the contents of the DVD may re-experience the initial symptoms of SCP-4466 exposure, even if they had previously overcome them. The disc is currently held in a secure storage locker in Site-██, and has been recorded into the digital database as well. Below is an abridged transcription of its contents (the disc is collectively an hour and fifteen minutes long, over three episodes and three extra features). Contents of HD-DVD Menu Description: The front menu of the DVD shows a man in a romanticized old western style outfit (a "cowboy") posing with an SCP-4466 instance. The menu shows the options "Play All", "Episode Selection", "Special Features", and "Exit". Under "Episode Selection", the man is seen inspecting riding equipment for SCP-4466. The options displayed are "Episode 1: How to Tame a Steed", "Episode 2: How to Treat Your Steed", "Episode 3: How to Love Your Steed", and "Back to Menu". Under "Special Features", the man is seen resting under a standing SCP-4466 instance, reaching through a wound on its belly (his arm is unable to be seen past the elbow), and smiling. The options displayed are "Unruly Steeds During Production", "Behind the Scenes: Episode 1", "How Steed Were Made" [sic], and "Exit to Menu". All menus play unidentified instrumental country music, which fades out and repeats every 90 seconds. Episode 1: How to Tame a Steed Description: The man shown on the menu, hereafter referred to as PoI-4466-01, begins the episode in a barn, inside of which many SCP-4466 instances are contained in pens. PoI-4466-01 explains how much SCP-4466 enjoy apples, sugar, and salt crystals. The SCP-4466 appear unruly and unhappy about being kept in pens. PoI-4466-01, after explaining multiple methods of taming SCP-4466, releases several instances into a large field to demonstrate. The episode ends after two of the three instances are calmed and put back in pens. The third instance escapes, which worries PoI-4466-01. Excerpt: PoI-4466-01: Here ya can see a steed in its natural habitat, roaming the plains like the beautiful aberration of nature it is. Now I'm gon' show you how I capture these pretty creatures and bring them back to my hovel. It becomes very simple when you get used to it. [One of the three SCP-4466 instances is grazing on grass, but looks up to watch PoI-4466-01 circling them.] PoI-4466-01: As long as you keep smiling, they never suspect a thang. Dumb animals, but they like your teeth. Stun 'em. Now you can start spreading the salt. [PoI-4466-01 begins dropping large chunks of salt in a circle around the instance. The instance does not move.] Episode 2: How to Treat Your Steed Description: PoI-4466-01 is seen with an SCP-4466 instance in a pen in a field. PoI-4466-01 has a collection of tools and equipment laying in a pile just outside of the pen. The episode centers around lessons in "steed maintenance", as well as "how to make sure your steed knows you're the boss". This is the only episode that includes other persons of interest, as multiple crew members assist PoI-4466-01. Excerpt: PoI-4466-01: Now that you've properly groomed your steed, you're going to need to show it that all this affection doesn't mean you're equals. The last thing you want is this gorgeous beast to assert its power on you — well, for most of us, that is. [PoI-4466-01 winks.] But whatever your intentions, it won't let you be on top, won't let you ride it, unless you show it that you are in total control. So, toss aside your comb… [A crew member grabs the comb and takes it to the pile of tools. PoI-4466-01 mounts the instance, and then lays face down on them, wrapping their arms and legs around its chest and belly. PoI-4466-01 then reaches towards their left, and grabs an obscured tool from a crew member.] PoI-4466-01: …and grab your trowel. Episode 3: How to Love Your Steed Description: In this episode, two SCP-4466 instances roam in a flowery field, with PoI-4466-01 following them closely. The episode focuses on methods by which you can "have a healthy relationship" with SCP-4466. Notably, one SCP-4466 instance is missing eyes, but appears to be largely unaffected by this. PoI-4466-01 is visibly dehydrated. The episode ends abruptly when PoI-4466-01 cries into one's shoulder, and motions for the cameraman to cease recording. Excerpt: PoI-4466-01: What ya need to remember is that these things have been through just as much as you have. Maybe even more. Most of these beauts have been around longer than you or I, anyways. So when it tells you what it's seen, you had better believe it. You should nod and keep your chin held high. They're good storytellers, if you know how to listen. Salt helps. [PoI-4466-01 rubs a large amount of salt out of his hair.] PoI-4466-01: [Muttering] Should've showered… [PoI-4466-01 is laying on a hill, hiding from the SCP-4466 instances. The instances are nuzzling each other, though the eyeless instance appears to be more apprehensive than the other.] PoI-4466-01: The real trick is to treat them like you would any other. So, if you've made mistakes like I have, I recommend you follow my instructions closely. [PoI-4466-01 presents a small wet bag.] I'm gonna give 'er her eyes back. [PoI-4466-01 spits out a salt crystal.] Unruly Steeds During Production Description: Feature is mostly comprised of a "blooper reel", in which PoI-4466-01 makes mistakes while attempting to showcase various properties of SCP-4466. Notably, the scenes the bloopers originate from are in none of the actual episodes. The other part of the feature is PoI-4466-01 talking directly into the camera, angrily discussing the behavior of the escaped SCP-4466 instance from Episode 1. PoI-4466-01: I hope she rots. I hope she rots and dies. In that order. [Coughs] Gosh, darn it. We can't just let someone have her for free. And there goes Episode 8! Without her, "What It Means to Be a Steed" isn't possible. She was the star. Golly eff! Dang this family show and its standards. [PoI-4466-01 sniffles.] PoI-4466-01: But thank you for watching. Whoever you are. [PoI-4466-01 glares at camera.] Can someone get me some salt? Behind the Scenes: Episode 1 Description: Feature appears to be footage of the inside of an empty barn, the same barn seen in Episode 1. The doors remain open for the first five minutes, before footsteps and voices can be heard behind the camera, followed by the doors closing. The rest of the episode is black except for a sliver of light provided by the door. Movement can be seen in this sliver of light. Otherwise uneventful. Excerpt: [Footsteps approach from behind the camera. Vague conversation can be heard. Two distinct voices can be made out.] PoI-4466-01: [Faintly] What? No, don't call them that! They can hear for miles, you know. They're steeds for a reason. Steeds and that's it. If you could… [Voice becomes becomes muffled as doors are closed.] How Steed Were Made Description: Episode opens with a text disclaimer saying that "our cowboy (presumably PoI-4466-01) is unable to talk due to a throat surgery he had to have done the day prior". PoI-4466-01 can still be seen, but appears shriveled and dry. At several points, PoI-4466-01 coughs up / vomits salt. The episode takes place in a dark, damp cave-like environment. The sounds of SCP-4466 instances can be heard echoing from far away throughout. Excerpt: [PoI-4466-01 approaches a large pit in the ground, and motions for the cameraman to view it. Pit appears extremely dark, but its sides are lined with salt crystals. PoI-4466-01 looks into the camera and puts his right forefinger to his lips (in a "shh" gesture). He then looks back down into the pit. After a minute, several individual pieces of SCP-4466 instances float upwards and begin to form a loose ball above the pit. PoI-4466 looks to the camera, smiles, and gives a thumbs up. He then takes off his backpack, reaches in, and pulls out a cattle prod. He moves closer to the edge of the pit, extending the cattle prod towards the mass of SCP-4466 parts. Footage ends.] WARNING! The following image used to be included within the body of the SCP-4466 document, but was later found to have latent cognitohazardous properties. The exact nature of these properties is currently unknown. With proper neuro-inoculation training, the image may be viewed safely. Open at your own discretion. Show Image Hide Image SCP-4466 ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4466" by DarkStuff, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4466. 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 More by DarkStuff~! Department of Miscommunications Warning The following document is necessarily incomplete. As such, it is not the true file for SCP-4467. However, it acts as such for all personnel without Operation Blah training. To gain access to the true SCP-4467 document, contact Dr. L. K. Tolkien. Item #: SCP-4467 Special Containment Procedures: Site-31 containment engineers are to defer to Operation Blah alumni of 4/4467 clearance or higher on issues regarding SCP-4467's containment. At least twenty Operation Blah alumni are to be available in Site-31 for all SCP-4467 related activities (research, relocation, containment, etc.) for at least 12 hours each day. If a week goes by without this requirement being met at least 4 days of the week, a new draft of personnel are to be entered into Operation Blah until it can be met again. Though further containment procedures exist, they are unable to be communicated to personnel without Operation Blah training. SCP-4467 researchers are recommended to enlist in Operation Blah. To enlist, personnel may contact Dr. L. K. Tolkien at Site-31 or at his email, tenPiCS.cmod.pcs|neiklotkl#tenPiCS.cmod.pcs|neiklotkl. In the event that Dr. L. K. Tolkien is unavailable, contact any personnel of 4/4467 clearance. Be prepared to wait up to two weeks for confirmation or denial. Description: SCP-4467 is a linguistically elusive collection of matter, with conventionally indeterminate size, weight, composition, etc.. It is primarily orange in color, but the majority of other details of SCP-4467 are connected to concepts not conventionally found in any languages on earth. Notably, the languages that come closest are Basque, Japanese, and Veda (as determined by a Department of Miscommunications study which ranked over 1,000 terrestrial languages in terms of how close they come to communicating a wide range of anomalous concepts). Details that are unable to be easily communicated about SCP-4467 include: Shape Rigidity Acidity Color (to an extent) Texture Danger Mobility Note that other details are unable to be listed above. In an attempt to subvert SCP-4467's communication inhibiting properties, the Department of Miscommunications has created Operation Blah. Progress is underway. Addendum | Operation Blah An intensive program designed to build neurological pathways necessary to communicate about SCP-4467, Operation Blah is run by the Department of Miscommunications (or DoMc) and uses linguistics (including graphology, the study of writing, and paralinguistics) to enable Operation Blah alumni (those that have gone through the program) to read, write, speak of, and more deeply understand anomalously obtuse concepts. Personnel will have more success in Operation Blah if they are under 30 years of age, are bi- or trilingual, speak an isolated language, are unfamiliar with etymology, and/or travel regularly to countries with native languages different to theirs. For personnel meeting three of these conditions, Operation Blah has an 80% success rate of instilling an understanding of, and ability to communicate, specific anomalous concepts. Operation Blah has also been found to produce an increase in memetic resistance, a deeper understanding of anomalous languages, and a heightened sense of emotional comprehension in alumni. Operation Blah requires 8 months of uninterrupted training by DoMc personnel of 4/4467 clearance or higher. Operation Blah is most successful if the enlisted personnel are not given any research assignments. However, because this is often unable to be accomplished, DoMc recommends that personnel are not involved in any linguistic anomalies, nor anomalies that in any way affect cognition. Assessing clearance… > acc SCP-4467 Accessing SCP-4467… • • • Program 4467Precaution has intercepted your request and has sent you a prompt. Respond? > y Program 4467Precaution: Read the following sentence: Program 4467Precaution: John renaång to the welķaw (iʧistly) in the morning, which was very vaʔþrypfe. Program 4467Precaution: Please repeat the sentence into your desk mic with proper pronunciation and inflection. > act mic5 Mic activated… Program 4467Precaution: Success! The Department of Miscommunications welcomes you. HîSre SCP-4467. SCP-4467 accessed. Item #: SCP-4467 Special Containment Procedures: All Operation Blah personnel and alumni are to read the public version of this document, to understand relations with average personnel; all personnel that are not Operation Blah alumni or DoMc personnel are to refer to Operation Blah alumni for research and containment purposes of SCP-4467. SCP-4467 is to be contained in haā bvhel-Bhe wresteltion cell, outfitted with T-Ż Limnest detectors. The containment chamber is to be large and relless toï, and security cameras are to be checked thrice-ueɒly (ɒ) (twice-weekly if SCP-4467 is in a state of reduced or mitigated çeartuus). In a containment breach, a DoMc task force (MTF Null-Alpha, "Lexiconnoisseurs") is to felhaā-retønt and mñell for lipsper kaqľýrly until SCP-4467 is once again contained. Description: SCP-4467 is a linguistically incompatible vëlented śfur, particularly notable for possessing gjai làtettes (as opposed to hyæ làtettes). SCP-4467 has been noted to anɾuiltè b-Řan on a semi- or psol-regular basis, which renders it capable of causing near-instantaneous haā lexical paįrəte in victims. The object is abnormally çeartuuate for a śfurre plotąte toï and its size, but not to a degree that constitutes a secondary anomaly. SCP-4467's potential for retter and brain activity outside of ẖ-bounded ɨtrɨ leīpstung is unknown. Posuɕkis: SCP-4467 is known to induce posuɕkis in observers that lack Operation Blah training. Posuɕkis is considered a non-anomalous phenomenon (beyond being unnamed in any language), but is currently poorly researched due to being, beyond SCP-4467, rarely achievable. Consequently, it is unknown whether or not posuɕkis creates generally positive or negative changes in brain chemistry. Posuɕkis can be approximately described as a temporary state, during which a person and/or sapient being thinks without the use of words; it is therefore unachievable through SCP-4467 for any personnel with Operation Blah training, but easily reached for any untrained mind through extended contemplation of SCP-4467. Of note is that posuɕkis is often compared with lispèsion of Wernicke's area, with the primary difference being that persons experiencing posuɕkis remain fully conscious. So far, limited research has found that sufficiently deep or long-term posuɕkis can: Severely limit communication skills Induce dyslexia Cause spacial disorientation Increase receptibility to foreign ideas Increase comprehension of foreign concepts Hasten tactile and auditory learning Enhance creativity and local änmes Enhance the ability to improvise Reduce psychological damage from memes and cognitohazards by an average of 60% Due to limited research, it has been determined that the safest option is to keep knowledge of posuɕkis restricted to Operation Blah alumni and selected SCP-4467 researchers. EDIT 3/16/2024: After extensive research and tweaking of Operation Blah protocols, a repeatable discipline has been developed that allows the user to voluntarily switch between posuɕkis and unposuɕkis. Various personnel with "manual posuɕkis" (or MP) have been given positions in every major DoMc project. Productivity and efficiency have risen 300%, while spending has fallen by 50% per project. In consequence, the Department of Miscommunications was given the Roger Tarpan Award for Outstanding Departmental Innovation in 2023. This makes DoMc the 8th department to ever win the award. Operation Blah has been considered a success. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4467" by DarkStuff, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4467. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide.
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NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION The following anomaly last manifested on 8/19/1998. Though the anomaly is considered neither neutralized nor explained, it has been deemed inactive after a 16-year hiatus. This will soon be filed under SCP-4468-ARC, where it will be kept available for the GoI-386 research team. — Alexis Rose, Digitization Department Lead SCP-4468-A-104 with an associated SCP-4468 instance. Item #: SCP-4468 Special Containment Procedures: Due to the harmless, difficult to detect, and self-neutralizing nature of SCP-4468 and SCP-4468-A, no containment procedures are in place. Per Ethics Committee Mandate MW4468, the Foundation is not to interfere with the spread of nor attempt to contain SCP-4468 in its current state. Any collected instances of SCP-4468 are to be distributed to members of its research team at the discretion of the project lead. Description: SCP-4468 are stuffed animals of varying designs and size which are somatically linked to individual, terminally ill children (SCP-4468-A) that have been visited by the Make-A-Wish Foundation1. When SCP-4468 are hugged or otherwise handled in a gentle and loving manner, the associated SCP-4468-A instance will report the sensation of being hugged and/or comforted. SCP-4468 manifestations have never been observed, but SCP-4468 can be found within the SCP-4468-A instance's family residence within 48 hours after SCP-4468-A has been visited by the Make-a-Wish Foundation. They most commonly appear within SCP-4468-A's toy collection when applicable, and otherwise tend to appear on their beds. SCP-4468 are identifiable for having tags that read "Make-a-Wish", and underneath, "HUG ME". SCP-4468 instances exhibit no memetic properties. Notably, all SCP-4468-A instances have expired within three weeks of SCP-4468 manifestation. It is theorized that SCP-4468 is predictive, and only manifests on children with no chance of recovery. All SCP-4468 instances to date have ceased anomalous activity upon the death of their associated SCP-4468-A instance. Addendum 5/12/1988 | Interview w/ SCP-4468-A-032 SCP-4468-A-032 was one of the first SCP-4468-A instances discovered by the SCP Foundation prior to death. Under instruction, Agent Damascus disguised herself as a nurse working at the hospital, and attempted to gain more information on the Make-a-Wish Foundation's visit with SCP-4468-A-032. She carried an audio recorder in her pocket, and filled in details such as subjects nodding when writing her report. Interviewer: Agent Damascus Interviewee(s): SCP-4468-A-032, Macintosh Iversen, and the subject's mother, Aileen Iversen Damascus: Good morning Mac, Missus Iversen. How are you feeling today, Mac? A-032: … Iversen: Sorry, he's a little shy around new nurses. He told me he told Dr. Greene he wasn't feeling so good a few hours ago. Damascus: Ah, that's okay. You don't need to be afraid of me, buddy. I'm just here to check up on you, okay? A-032: Okay. Agent Damascus moves towards A-032's medical equipment and examines the IV, then faces the subject. Damascus: I like your bear. It looks like one I used to have when I was a little kid. A-032: …Really? Damascus: Yup! His name was Reginald Scoops the Third, Esquire. A-032 laughs slightly and coughs. Damascus: Everybody laughs when I tell them that, can you believe it? Poor guy. A-032: It's silly. Damascus: I know. I named him myself. Agent Damascus gestures to SCP-4468. Damascus: Did your mom give it to you? Iversen: Oh, no. I thought one of the doctors brought it for him. I was at work until about half an hour ago. I just got here. A-032: Mr. Bear from the wish people gave it to me. Iversen: Brian? A-032: No, Bear. He was really nice and he did some tricks for me before giving me my teddy. Damascus: Had you ever seen him before? A-032: No… Iversen: It's okay, Mac. The Make-A-Wish people are your friends. Damascus: What a smart boy. It's good you know not to take things from strangers, but your mom was right about Mr. Bear. I can thank him for you if I see him around again. Do you remember what he looked like? A-032: Well… his hair was black and he was really really really tall. He also had a white and blue suit… and his face was painted like this. A-032 holds up teddy bear. Damascus: I'll keep an eye out for him. So how's that bear been treating you? A-032: He's always with me. He's my favorite friend. Damascus: That's super sweet. Iversen's phone begins ringing. Iversen: Ugh. Hold on, sweetie. I need to be right back. I'm so sorry. Iversen leaves the room to answer her phone. Damascus: Your mom sure is busy, huh? A-032: She can't come a lot. Damascus: That's… rough. I'm sorry. Listen, I wanted to ask you some questions, is that okay? A-032 nods. Damascus: Can you tell me a little more about Mr. Bear? A-032: He was funny! He made balloons come out of his ears. Damascus: But did he do anything weird? A-032: Umm… he came in with a lot of other wish people but they fell asleep standing when he snapped his fingers. Damascus: Did Mr. Bear do anything else? A-032: He told me he could make me feel better. Damascus: Yeah? How was he going to do that? A-032: He told me to close my eyes and hold out my hand. But, he told me not to tell anyone. Damascus: A secret? A-032 nods. Damascus: Well I'm your nurse, which means I'm your friend. I promise I can keep a secret if you tell me one — no one will hear about it. A-032: Promise? Damascus: I promise. A-032 scooted closer, and dropped to a whisper. A-032: I heard him say "ouch", and then he grabbed my hand and his hands were wet. Then I felt weird. Damascus: Weird? What kind of weird? A-032: I couldn't let go. Then I got really tired… Damascus: That's a weird trick. What happened after that? A-032: His hands glowed a little and then he put on a band-aid. Damascus: Was he hurt? A-032: Yeah but only a little. Can you get Mr. Bear to come back? I want to see more tricks and I was too tired to see them all when he came. Damascus: I'll tell you what. If I find him, I'll tell him you want to see more tricks. How does that sound? A-032 nods weakly. Damascus: One more question, okay? A-032 coughs briefly before nodding again. Damascus: Did he… make you feel better? A-032: He made me feel tired… but the teddy is good. He makes me happy. Damascus: Atta boy, Mac. You're a good kid. A-032: Can I ask you a question? Damascus: Sure. A-032: Can I name my teddy Reggie? Damascus: I think that's a cool name for a teddy. <END LOG> Note: A-032 expired on 5/26/1988. Agent Damascus noted the subject's medical chart projected their date of expiration to be in January the following year. Addendum 2/27/1999 | Letter Received by Dr. Justine Everwood Dr. Everwood discovered an out-of-place letter in the GoI-386 Research Team collective mailbox, used for internal SCP Foundation deliveries. The envelope was pale yellow, with a large purple wax "W" seal. Having never interacted with SCP-4468, the GoI-386 Research Team expressed confusion, until further investigation revealed the likely connection. The letter was found to read: February 24th, 1999 From the desk of THE KOOKIEST FULFILLER OF WISHES! Dear SCP Foundation, C. M. Wondertainment has recently passed away and I have taken his place. I can assure you that our only dealings with the Make-a-Wish Foundation will be of anonymous financial support from here on out. We are sincerely sorry for any trouble we may have caused. I have no doubt that you noticed that the Make-a-Wish Telehuggers!™ have been discontinued. I feel that you are entitled to know that those were the work of the previous Dr. Wondertainment, and the new administration has deemed them uncouth. The current Dr. Wondertainment company does not endorse the tampering and/or taking of children's souls, for any purposes, but especially not when such tampering inevitably reduces a child's lifespan. Consequently, the creation of another popular line of Dr. Wondertainment "products" have also been discontinued. Dr. H.L. Wondertainment Footnotes 1. Representatives of the Make-A-Wish Foundation are unable to remember their interactions with SCP-4468-A instances, though remember visiting them.
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SCP-4469 Item #: SCP-4469 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4469 is currently kept in a standard anomalous item locker in Site-19. This locker is to be locked behind a 5-digit input passcode to prevent theft. Dr. Jefferson has been chosen to personally oversee the item's safekeeping and passcode. SCP-4469-A is confined to a low-level Safe Class humanoid chamber furnished with standard human amenities and needs. Testing of SCP-4469's anomalous properties has been halted and is currently under consideration. Description: SCP-4469 is a shovel covered in various handwritten signatures and names of people. Other than the vandalism on its blade, SCP-4469 is otherwise in pristine physical condition. SCP-4469 is also incapable of being damaged, as it displays no indentations or physical deformities when struck against hard and abrasive surfaces. SCP-4469 carries a total of 12 names written across the surface of the blade. When a new name is added and written onto the blade, the oldest signature written on SCP-4469 will disappear upon a second viewing. When used with the corresponding individual, SCP-4469 will unearth an object that the individual had lost or forgotten about1, these items often hold a high degree of emotional and personal connection to the individual. Addendum 4469.1: Testing Log User Item Recovered Years Forgotten Dr. Smythe One small bronze pocket watch. Dr. Smythe claims that the item belonged to his great-grandmother and he had inadvertently sold the item in a garage sale years before. 6 years Dr. Gerald One expired driver's license from the state of Florida, complete with Dr. Gerald's identity and former residential address. Dr. Gerald claims to have never gotten a driver's permit within the state of Florida. Undefined Dr. Collins A crude drawing of what appears to be a young girl in a field drawn in red, green, and blue crayon. Dr. Collins states that the item was lost in a house fire with the young girl in the picture being his daughter who had perished in the fire. 6 years Agent Kazmarek One engagement ring. The ring is white and possesses a radiant-shaped diamond cut on its band. Agent Kazmarek claims no knowledge of the item's existence. Item personally disposed of by Agent Kazmarek. Undefined Dr. Collins A blue pencil case with floral print. Item contains various pens, pencils, erasers, and crayons with varying degrees of deterioration and signs of usage. Dr. Collins claims that the item belonged to his late daughter. Dr. Collins is later warned against the active usage of SCP-4469 and has been forbidden from testing SCP-4469's properties by research staff until granted permission. 11 years Agent Darcy One silver dollar with a large scratch across one side of its surface. Agent Darcy did not recall the significance of the item until after much reflection later; coming to the conclusion that the item may have been his "lucky coin". 4 years Agent Baxter A collectible action figure of the DC Comics superhero Green Lantern. Agent Baxter does not recall how the item was lost, but claimed to have played with the item as a child. 17 years Dr. MacWarren An expired American Express credit card. Item has been maxed-out of its balance. 3 years Dr. Kormac A framed picture of Dr. Kormac in a suit and a woman in a wedding dress standing on a church altar. Dr. Kormac claims that the woman in the photo was his first wife. Dr. Kormac claims that the picture was lost when he was forced to leave her apartment following an affair. 5 years Agent Teller An empty bottle of Heineken lager beer. Agent Teller claims to have a strong distaste towards all Heineken products but recalled a period where he drunk his first beer during an acquaintance's party. Agent Teller does not remember why his first alcoholic beverage was Heineken despite having preferences for other brands at that time. 17 years Dr. Collins A single pink teddy bear with the name "Sarah" crudely sewn onto its chest in red string. Dr. Collins has been reprimanded for his unprofessional behavior and unhealthy fixation on SCP-4469's qualities. Further attempts to utilize SCP-4469 without staff approval and permission will result in disciplinary action. 13 years Addendum 4469.2: Incident On the 24th of February, 2033, the alert for SCP-4469's container was activated by an unauthorized test. On-site personnel reported that Dr. Collins had overridden the containment unit's locks with his ID card; locking the door behind him. A breaching team was then sent to force open the chamber door. Dr. Collins proceeded to use SCP-4469 on the test ground until stopping momentarily and then digging with his hands. Dr. Collins then pulled what appears to be a human hand from the ground before pulling all the way to reveal a single naked human female. The breaching team managed to forcefully open the door and apprehended both Dr. Collins and the female entity (designated as SCP-4469-A) on the spot. Questioning of SCP-4469-A has revealed a background identical to that of Dr. Collins' daughter; Sarah Collins, and claims to be over 14 years of age despite appearing much older2. SCP-4469-A is also mentally consistent with that of an adolescent human. Furthermore, a genetic analysis of SCP-4469-A has revealed a high probability of being closely related to that of Sarah Collins. Exploration Video Log Transcript Date: 24/02/33 Subject: SCP-4469-A Interviewer: Dr. Jefferson [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Jefferson: Hello. How are you today? SCP-4469-A: I'm fine, thank you. Dr. Jefferson: That's good… what is your name? SCP-4469-A: S- Sarah. Dr. Jefferson: Okay Sarah, do you know your mother's first name? SCP-4469-A: B- Bella. Dr. Jefferson: And your father? SCP-4469-A: Michael. Dr. Jefferson: Alright, how old are you, Sarah? SCP-4469-A: I'm- I'm four- (Subject looks down at herself in a bemused fashion.) Fourteen. I- I know that this isn't what it looks like but- Dr. Jefferson: No, it's quite fine. We just want to know your answers. (Dr. Jefferson looks through his notes) So… do you know where you are? SCP-4469-A: I'm- I don't know. An interrogation room? Dr. Jefferson: Well, this is hardly an interrogation. More of an interview, really. Do you know how you ended up here? SCP-4469-A: I.. I don't know. Wh- How- I don't- Wait, why can't I remember? I- No, wait, I know I- I crawled out of the ground. Someone grabbed my hand and I- I was pulled out? I- I don't know why there was so much dirt around me. Was I buried alive? Dr. Jefferson: That question is a little too… complicated to answer. How about um… do you remember anything from before? Any memories as a child perhaps? SCP-4469-A: I remember- wait, what kind of memories? Dr. Jefferson: Anything. You can choose whatever you can recall the most. It doesn't have to be too specific. SCP-4469-A: Okay, um… I remember I used to live in- in a two-story house. It was a good neighborhood and uh… I had these toys lying around in my room. I had- I had a lot of these stuffed animals and plushies. I- I remember one of them had- it had my name on it I think. Dr. Jefferson: Was it… this one? (Dr. Jefferson brings out the toy bear with the name "Sarah" imprinted on it and gives it to the subject). SCP-4469-A: Yeah! This- this is the one. Where did you get this? Dr. Jefferson: We brought it over from your house. We thought it might make you feel comfortable. SCP-4469-A: Um… thank you. I… I don't know what else to say. Dr. Jefferson: Well, we just need you to answer one more question for us. SCP-4469-A: What is it? Dr. Jefferson: What do you remember when you were trapped under ground? (SCP-4469-A does not respond to the question.) Dr. Jefferson: Okay… that may have been a bit too complicated for you to answer in your current state… ahem… What did it feel like as you crawled out of the ground? SCP-4469-A: Um… I- It felt like my skin was on fire. Like- not like pain but like supersensitivity. Like I could feel everything on my bare skin at once. You know how when you sit down on your legs for about half an hour and you can't feel them? And then when you let go and the blood flows back into them and you get this rush of- of, like, ticklishness? That's how it felt but- but it was pain. But it was tolerable pain. Like really small needles pricking… nipping at my skin all at once. Dr. Jefferson: I see. That's rather curious. SCP-4469-A: Yeah, but, that doesn't compare to being in the body of- of a grown woman. Dr. Jefferson: Well… we don't know for sure why and how this happened. I'm sure you still have a lot of questions but that will be all for now. We need to run some tests on you first. SCP-4469-A: Okay… um… doctor? Dr. Jefferson: Yes? SCP-4469-A: Where's my mom and dad? (Dr. Jefferson pauses momentarily.) Dr. Jefferson: They- um… they're aware of your condition but… I'm afraid that we cannot grant them access to you at this time. We- we have to conduct tests first before they're permitted. SCP-4469-A: I- I understand. Thank you, doctor. Dr. Jefferson: You're welcome, Sarah. [END LOG] Subject was later given amnestic treatment targeted toward the memories of her parents to prevent SCP-4469-A's growing concerns of their wellbeing for her. Of note is that Dr. Collins is divorced from his late ex-wife, Bella Grimmand, following the death of their child, Sarah, in the house fire. UPDATE: SCP-4469-A has begun to increase in intellect and intelligence. Subject's mental age is theorized to reach her normal age by late September of 2033. Footnotes 1. While there is no set period of time for how long ago these items may be considered as lost or forgotten, the general consensus appears to range from as short as 3 years to as long as 20 years. 2. SCP-4469-A's body is biologically consistent with that of a young adult female in their mid to late twenties.
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close Info X SCP-4470: Endure Author: Pedantique Author Page: Dr. Dentick's Personnel File Heron & Hound Commentary Corner: "Hey, Dhole." "Egret." "You're big on philosophizing. This whole thing's pretty messed up, right?" "Not so much as to eclipse your other atrocities. Merely another deluge of bile." "I wouldn't call them atrocities." "To ensure life is worse then bearing death then? Consult your trail of corpses. Their wants may differ." "Maybe a clean death is better than a messy life." "Perhaps that choice should not be made by others." Item #: SCP-4470 Special Containment Procedures: All information related to SCP-4470 is classified LEVEL-4//TITAN STAR EXCESSIVE/MOONDROP WHITE. SCP-4470 is to be excluded from Ethics Committee review as per EC/O5 Joint Consensus Directive #3, as well as from all other regular security and classification reviews. SCP-4470 may never be described using the terms "immortality," "deathlessness," or otherwise suggested to be in violation of EC/O5 JCD-3. Members of MTF Alpha-1 ("Red Right Hand") are to conduct all elements of SCP-4470 implementation and containment. General medical staff may be briefed into related L-4//TSE/MDW information in the event of an emergency. Personnel briefed in this manner must be administered amnestics or otherwise controlled for following their assistance. Under no circumstances are individuals within the purview of SCP-4470 exempt from current procedures. Authorization for enforcing mandatory treatment is derived from the original instating order: Administrator communication with Director of Foundation Internal Security, October 17, 1965. Mandatory treatment methods will be determined by MTF Alpha-1 OPCOM and may include any means that do not directly counteract the objective of SCP-4470 implementation. Description: SCP-4470 is an internal Foundation program designed to promote extreme longevity in a select group of individuals. This designation extends to all entities treated with SCP-4470 throughout the formal testing and implementation processes. These treatments currently include the use of advanced pharmaceuticals, interactions with anomalous items, and technological solutions to survival-impeding conditions. The current SCP-4470 regimen consists of: Treatment Number Treatment Frequency Treatment Summary 1 Daily 80 milligrams Helideral to regulate programmed cell death. 40 milligrams Aclomectin to regulate cell division. 65 milligrams Allonosine to enhance memory and general cognition. 20 milligrams Pralilapril to promote muscle retention and bone density.1 Assorted conventional vitamins and pharmaceuticals as prescribed. 2 Ongoing Implantation of medical devices to regulate the cardiovascular system, nervous system, respiratory system, and digestive system. Current technological limitations necessitate frequent replacement. 3 Monthly Regular low-intensity infohazard exposure to improve resistance against more extreme effects. Acceptable MIR values increased yearly to compensate for infohazard virulence trends. 4 Daily Consumption of approximately .5 liters of SCP-6115 secretion to ward against multiple forms of targeted thaumaturgy. Emetics are issued within 12 hours to prevent the onset of necrosis. 5 Daily Analysis of all statements by reliably prophetic anomalies for information relevant to the safety of individuals under the purview of SCP-4470. Routines and security measures are altered accordingly by MTF Alpha-1 personnel. 6 Ongoing Cultivation of a subspecies of Eucestoda flatworm within the body of treated individuals. Active cultivation continues until the specimen reaches approximately five meters in length. Properly bonded specimens secrete exotic hormones that significantly reduce the likelihood of age-related dementia.2 7 As Needed Cloning of individual subjects for brain transplantation following traumatic injury. Treatment only to be finalized as a last resort due to the risk of ontological filter failure allowing knowledge gestation during the transplant process. MTF Alpha-1 OPCOM credentials accepted. Showing additional files flagged as related to SCP-4470… Addendum 4470-A (Notable Incident Records): [OPEN ADDENDUM] [CLOSE ADDENDUM] Showing most recent entry of 91 total… Date: May 26, 2066 Primary Objector: Dr. Elif Sakarya Stated Objection: Upon being informed of SCP-4470 treatment as a requirement of her new position, Dr. Elif Sakarya refused and stated that she found the procedures to be unnecessarily invasive, in violation of EC/O5 JCD-3 specifically, and in violation of basic human rights generally. When presented with standard regulations based on 1 FUL § 89 and 6 FUL § 121, she argued that all extant regulations were illegitimate due to regular executions of unlawful authority by the previous directing body of the Foundation. Dr. Sakarya assured present agents that Alpha-1 OPCOM concurred with her opinion. 12 other objectors made similar arguments within the same time frame. Subsequent Action: Following review of all relevant regulations, consultation with legal advisers, and examination of the original instating order, Alpha-1 OPCOM rejected arguments against immediate SCP-4470 implementation. Mandatory treatment was subsequently authorized for all individuals in question. 12 individuals consented to participation when informed of mandatory treatment methods. Dr. Sakarya maintained her objections. Intervening action was taken immediately following her attempts to contact individuals in the Foundation's larger security apparatus with close loyalties to her person. Dr. Sakarya was subsequently confined to a Site-01 medical center, and a timeline was established to minimize interruptions to her schedule. Treatments 1, 2, and 5, and 7 were conducted during a state of medically-induced unconsciousness. Upon regaining consciousness, Dr. Sakarya made several specific threats against the well-being of present medical staff. Physical restraints were applied for the safety of involved personnel. Treatment 3 was executed repeatedly over the course of 24 hours to ensure a satisfactory baseline of infohazard resistance. Nutrients were provided intravenously throughout this period. Dr. Sakarya reported experiencing extreme discomfort multiple times, but was judged to be within acceptable parameters by attending medical staff. 15 minutes of rest were allowed following completion of the procedure. Treatment 4 was applied following this rest period. An apparatus was deemed necessary to administer the required amount of SCP-6115 secretion. Dr. Sakarya experienced several allergic reactions to the procedure, including rashes, cervical swelling, and severe ocular irritation. Attending medical staff judged these to be within acceptable parameters. Following administration of the necessary emetic, Dr. Sakarya requested a return to induced unconsciousness. This was denied given the characteristics of the final treatment. Treatment 6 was applied following a final health assessment. As per standard procedures for establishing pair bonding, Dr. Sakarya was required to experience extended physical contact with the flatworm specimen in symbolically significant areas (hands, abdomen, neck, face.) She was further required to propose a verbal contract with the specimen according to applied thaumaturgic principles. Dr. Sakarya crushed two specimens, and refused to speak following the application of additional restraints. Dr. Sakarya later performed these actions to an acceptable degree after penalties were proposed by Alpha-1 OPCOM. The flatworm was subsequently encased in protective material and administered orally. Following initial SCP-4470 treatment, Dr. Sakarya demanded the resignation of Alpha-1 OPCOM and all other members of MTF Alpha-1 leadership. Subsequent communication between involved parties reaffirmed that MTF Alpha-1 is subordinate only to the Administrator of the Foundation, and that all other duties are undertaken voluntarily. SCP-4470 guidelines remain in effect. Footnotes 1. Average dosages. Exact dosages are managed by MTF Alpha-1 medical staff. 2. For additional details, see: Dolan, Amanda, and E. Ahmadi. "Medical Applications of Thaumaturgic Sun Worm Bonding: A Renewed Debate." Foundation Internal Journal of Exotic Sciences 99, no. 1 (August 2001): 76-116. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4470" by Pedantique, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4470. 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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Main access point to SCP-4471-1. Item #: SCP-4471 Special Containment Procedures: Auditing firms employed by national governments, arms manufacturers, and communications companies are to be targeted with espionage campaigns to remove records of SCP-4471 transactions. An external auditing firm is to be established and provided with sanitized records of Foundation expenditures to assess internal SCP-4471 activity. UBS Group AG account #410019 is to be monitored for further association with anomalous activity, and POI-2051 is to be added to Foundation financial watchlists. Description: SCP-4471 is an anomalous fee levied on a broad subset of financial transactions related to national security apparatuses and the development of modern communication technologies. On average, SCP-4471 instances account for an .001% increase in the final amount of affected transactions. This fee is expressed in inflated payments for financial planning, legal consultation, and location security, none of which are recognized as unusual by participants despite an absence of provided services. External auditors are capable of recognizing SCP-4471 payments as being problematic under standard accounting practices. SCP-4471 payments are routed through a series of international financial institutions and culminate in UBS Group AG1 account #410019. This account is associated with Abigail D. Paquette III (POI-2051) and is not itself considered to be anomalous according to current guidelines. SCP-4471-1 is a subterranean fallout shelter located in Copenhagen, Denmark that measures 1020 m2 across six levels, contains minimal living accommodations, and is legally owned by POI-2051. A majority of this space is dedicated to the storage of persistent manifestations of physical wealth which fluctuate according to the balance of UBS Group AG account #410019 and associated investment portfolios. Significant increases and decreases correspond with the complete materialization or dematerialization of entire items. Smaller fluctuations correspond with individual items changing in size, shape, and material composition. These items are stored in large piles with no clear ordering system. A full accounting of items within SCP-4471-1 is impossible due to the fluid morphology of each, but regular assessments have recorded large numbers of gold and silver coins, precious metal bars, cut and uncut gems, jewelry, bolts of cloth, articles of clothing, containers of spices, items of furniture, sculptures, and paintings. Evaluations by qualified personnel have found these items to be of uniformly high quality over time, with the exception of a period spanning from January 2007 to July 2010. Several items within SCP-4471-1 are theorized to have not materialized in the course of this activity given their long-term morphological stability. Addendum 4471-A (List of Static Items): One complete suit of 16th century Italian plate armor. Angular rows of punctured holes (each 12-15 cm in diameter) line the front and back of the breastplate. Blood traces are evident throughout the interior. Eight armed UAVs of varying make and model. Wings and rotors have been severed from the main body of each device. Each is mounted on individual wooden plaques along with plaques detailing dates and locations. One PL-22 Nudol direct ascent anti-satellite missile. Eight gashes span the full length of main body. A semicircular portion of material has been removed from one lattice fin. Multiple surfaces are scorched in a manner inconsistent with normal weapon operations, and a significant portion of internal circuitry has been melted. The bones of 25 adult sheep, 12 adult goats, and one adolescent human. Approximately 210 m2 of shed skin in varying states of decay. The texture and markings of the most intact portions are similar to a number of mundane lizard species. Footnotes 1. A prominent Swiss bank. Previously operated under the name Union Bank of Switzerland.
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Item #: SCP-4472 Special Containment Procedures: MTF Eta-88 ("Inkhounds") is to monitor major dictionary publishers, warehouses, and distribution hubs worldwide. Personal collections of dictionaries should be assessed through surveillance of trade shows and other social functions. Embedded agents are to monitor ongoing print runs for SCP-4472 infection, as well as the processes by which new words are inducted into well-established dictionaries. Media containing early-stage SCP-4472 growth may be treated through removal of the affected portions. Media containing late-stage SCP-4472 growth should be incinerated immediately. GRIH-series webtrawlers are to be tasked with identifying and removing any instances of SCP-4472 from online dictionaries, help sites, and other text repositories. Secondary tasking is to include removing evidence of late-stage SCP-4472 infections. Individuals frequently flagged in association with this content are to be apprehended, interviewed, and subsequently amnesticized. Post-amnestic detention of such individuals is not currently considered necessary due to an absence of cross-medium transmission involving living creatures. DEC 10, 2045 NOTICE: Funding increases have been approved for ongoing research into exact definitions-by-volume thresholds for SCP-4472 gestation. Results from this research are to be immediately incorporated into record-keeping best practices and disseminated to external organizations. Description: SCP-4472 is an anomalous word that propagates within textual media via unknown mechanisms, exclusively originating within dictionaries and other comparable media. All Latin script-based instances of SCP-4472 appear as 'eittai'. All other formulations appear to transliterate similarly within extant phonetic structures, but establishing correct pronunciation has been complicated by the lack of enunciation guidelines. All observed SCP-4472 instances are accompanied by definitions that identify it as a descriptor of discrete phenomena's physical and emotional elements. These definitions are mirrored across all emergent instances until a new definition begins propagation. The textual and thematic contents of SCP-4472 definitions have undergone significant changes since initial discovery in 1999. Experimentation employing external stimuli was abandoned in 2020 due to uncertainties about long-term effects of the process. SCP-4472 instances follows a consistent development pattern in all recent cases: • SCP-4472 gestates within an SCP-4472-11 instance, typically replacing the most appropriate entry according to the media's organizational system. All generated text mirrors the primary language of relevant SCP-4472-1 instances. • Adjacent entries are subsequently replaced by SCP-4472 and its accompanying definition. This process repeats until all available entries have been replaced. All previously unaffected text (such as copyright information) is subsequently replaced by SCP-4472. • Following complete textual replacement of an SCP-4472-1 instance, its physical structure undergoes extensive degradation due to the localized collapse of ontological barriers. A spherical area of approximately 3.33 m3 surrounding the instance is similarly affected, severely compromising adjacent matter cohesion for varying periods of time.2 The impact of late-stage SCP-4472 infections upon physical matter was first observed in September 2044 and has continuously intensified in new instances since that point. Analysis by Foundation linguists has not identified any permanent damage to fundamental language constructs despite intensifying effects, but uncertainties remain as to whether such damage could be successfully observed prior to extensive lexical corrosion. Addendum 4472-A (List of Known SCP-4472 Definitions): Entries sorted by projected gestation date and translated as necessary. • JUN 1999: The sound of a heart's first ten beats. Thrashing at first, uncertain of success. Confident by the end, sure of existence. • DEC 2000: The chill of stones first found under uncertain feet. Terrifying as a plunge into the black ocean. Sturdy as the earth itself. • JAN 2003: The wilting of flowers in a windowsill five minutes after noon. Petals falling. Stem bending. Discarded bones of the eyes' feast. • NOV 2007: The tint of the sky during sunset, as seen through a narrow window. Tempting and foreboding in equal measure. • FEB 2019: The shimmering of a falling sun's smoke trail. Long and dark. Ominous and brilliant. • FEB 2019: The thunder of a sun's final impact. Loud. Brief. Final. • JUL 2019: [Sole definition comprised of blank space.] • JUN 2020: The numbness of a blind, deaf, mute existence. Imprisonment within flesh. Fingers interlocked through brittle hair. • AUG 2022: The agonizing softness of a bed ridden for months upon end. • JAN 2023: The relief of freedom, interrupted only by weakness of body and spirit. Home's familiarity, tempered by a litany of funerals. • MAY 2030: The comfort of camaraderie on a destitute plateau. Spirits fortifying spirits against further misery. Hands upon hands honed to inflict miseries threefold. • MAR 2035: The many reflections of a sun's trail when launched from machineries by hurtful hands. Lights on broken glass. Lights on dull uniforms. Lights on empty eyes. • SEP 2039: The smell of fifty-thousand corpses on a wintry plain when muffled by snow and preserved by cold. • MAY 2041: The smell of ten-thousand corpses on a salty shore when bitten by gulls and encrusted with salt. • JAN 2043: The sound of a heart's ten beats when faced by impossible monuments. Five in awe of the tower to mortal gods. Five in defiance of their crumbling cause. • MAR 2044: The agony of one-million steps climbed, laced with the expectation of one-million more. Fighting while climbing. Resting while climbing. Living while climbing. • DEC 2045: The sight of a throne room holding thirteen vacant chairs and thirteen grudges unfulfilled. • DEC 2045: The beating of fists against a locked door. • DEC 2045: The shattering of axes against a locked door. • DEC 2045: The burning of suns against a locked door. • JAN 2046: The act of breaking through. Footnotes 1. SCP-4472-1 designates all media containing SCP-4472 instances. 2. Observed cases have ranged between 36 minutes and 17 days, 8 hours, 55 minutes. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4472" by Pedantique, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4472. 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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WARNING The following file is currently under investigation by the Foundation Department of Miscommunications. As such, all research on SCP-4473 is frozen until further notice. Item #: SCP-4473 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4473 is to be contained within an anomalous item storage unit located at Site-22, guarded by two security personnel at all times. All movement of SCP-4473 is to be achieved via use of machinery; no personnel are to come into physical contact with SCP-4473. Apart from SCP-4473, nothing is also present inside the containment chamber. Description: SCP-4473 is a large rectangular object superficially resembling a computer server. On its left side is a large cavity, through which a mass of bound-together bones1 and string is visible. On its right side, the words 'Oh You Lonely Little Thing' have been written in white spray paint. When an individual makes contact with any internal component of SCP-4473, they will experience a sensation similar to a mild static shock. Subsequently, they will be affected by a series of anomalous phenomena over a period ranging between several minutes and twelve hours. These phenomena primarily affect individuals observing2 the person who made contact with the mass, hereafter referred to as the victim, and are as follows: Loss of Context: Over time, observers will become unable to recognize the context behind the actions of the affected individuals. The actual physical perception of these actions is not affected, but rather the ability of observers to comprehend either the motivations or consequences of the action. As time progresses, this lack of comprehension will worsen, with the observer's impression of the victim's actions growing more and more vague. Loss of Identity: Observers become unable to recognize the identity of the victim. As with the first symptom, the observer's actual knowledge of the victim is not affected, only their ability to connect that knowledge to what they are witnessing. At first, this phenomenon only affects primary designations of the victim, such as their name, but will quickly worsen to encompass nearly every detail concerning the victim. Disappearance: Once the previous phenomenon has worsened to the point that observers cannot recognize any details concerning the victim, said victim will completely disappear. Analysis using a number of instruments has confirmed that, following this, nothing now occupies the space where the victim previously was. Discovery: SCP-4473 initially came into containment following an anonymous phone call3 from an apartment in Manhattan, New York. Upon investigating the source of the call, Covert Task Force Alpha-9 ("Curious Cats") initially located nothing. However, upon proceeding through a concealed entrance within the home, CTF Alpha-9 discovered a sizable collection of anart pieces, including SCP-4473. Inspection of the collection, and materials contained therein, revealed that the apartment was one of several homes owned by prominent anartist Julian Paget.4 In addition, correspondence included with SCP-4473 suggests that it was sent to Paget by a Mr. Gideon Saul. Following the discovery of SCP-4473, personnel proceeded to Mr. Saul's own nearby residence for questioning and he was temporarily brought into custody. Interview Log 4473-1: Interviewer: Agent Grenn Interviewed: Gideon Saul <Begin Log> (Agent Grenn trips over nothing as he comes into the room and stumbles slightly.) Mr. Saul: (quietly) Sorry, it's messy. Agent Grenn: The boys tell me you're ready to talk. That right? Mr. Saul: (nods) Yes, sir. (Agent Green hands over a fingerprint scanner to Saul.) Agent Grenn: Need your fingerprints tested first — verify your identity. Mr. Saul: Yes, sir. (Mr. Saul does something with the fingerprint scanner.) Agent Grenn: So. From what I understand, you're the creator of SCP-4473? Mr. Saul: The creator of what? Agent Grenn: The box. Mr. Saul: Oh, um, yes then. (Pause.) Agent Grenn: We lost an agent to that thing before we knew what touching it did. Care to explain? Mr. Saul: (moves) I - I didn't mean to hurt anybody — well, I did, but not really, I didn't mean it! Agent Grenn: I assume the initial target was your Julian Paget. We looked into your background, and it looks like Paget was your art teacher. Am I correct in saying that you were one of his students? (Mr. Saul makes some kind of facial expression.) Man: Art teacher — my, my art teacher?! Sir, now, I don't mean to be disrespectful or anything of the sort, but that man is my mentor! It ain't - isn't that petty. Agent Grenn: But you don't deny sending him the box. Man: I … no, I don't. Agent Grenn: Why, then? (Pause.) Somebody: He was like the sun to me. I was all alone when I came here, and just knowing that he approved of my — of my work, it was enough to keep me going, you know? But when he turned away from me, threw me away … I felt like … I felt like … you know. I wanted him to feel the same way. (Pause.) Somebody: (apologizes) Agent Grenn: Oh shit. Get someone in here, now! Somebody: (says something) (Something makes a noise.) (Two members of CTF Alpha-9 enter the room, responding to Agent Grenn's calls.) CTF Alpha-9-5: Sir? Agent Grenn: Shit. He's gone. Get a research team in here! (Agent Grenn and the CTF Alpha-9 members leave the room.) (Nothing does nothing.) (Nothing happens.) (Nothing.) <End Log> Footnotes 1. Identified through genetic analysis as chicken bones. 2. Both first and second-hand observers are subject to SCP-4473's effects. 3. Although speech could be heard on the other end of the line, the actual content or the context of the call could not be discerned. 4. Due to the aesthetic similarity, it is believed that SCP-4473 is a crude parody of Paget's "The Box Of All The World", an anart piece sold at auction in early 2008.
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Steve, and 0ther Gods close Info X SCP-4474: Steve, and 0ther Gods Author: Mortos If you like this, check out some of my other articles: SCP-3600 (+204) SCP-4533 (+156) SCP-3399 (+213) More by Mortos SCP-4474. Item #: SCP-4474 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4474-1 is to be placed on a desk inside a standard containment cell. No attempts to remove SCP-4474-2 are to be made. Under no circumstances should anyone named "Steven"1 enter SCP-4474's containment chamber following Incident 4474-01. Description: SCP-4474 is a conjoined pair of anomalies, SCP-4474-1 and SCP-4474-2. SCP-4474-1 is a sapient office lamp, physically unremarkable save for its missing power cord. SCP-4474-1 can communicate in English, claims to be "the God of middle-aged white men named Steve", and that its name is also Steve. It is incapable of movement, though can alter the brightness of its bulb at will despite the lack of a power source. Attempts to remove the bulb have failed. SCP-4474-2 is a sapient acrylic sticker printed with a standard yellow smiley face design, affixed to the conical shade of SCP-4474-1. SCP-4474-2 can communicate in English and a language it calls "1337"2, and is able to animate its design to give the appearance of facial motion. SCP-4474-2 claims to be "the God of 1337 h4xx0rs" and refers to itself by many melodramatic and exaggerated names. How SCP-4474-2 became affixed to SCP-4474-1 is unknown, and neither have been forthcoming on the matter. The relationship between SCP-4474-1 and SCP-4474-2 is antagonistic, owing to their largely conflicting personalities. As such, attempts at interviews as well as conversations between the two generally degrade into arguments with little provocation. Typical Interview Transcript with SCPs 4474-1 and 4474-2. Interviewer: Doctor Christos Tribecki SCP-4474-2: Oh god, what does this prick want now? SCP-4474-1: Don't be rude. SCP-4474-2: Fuck you. Tribecki: Hello One, Two. SCP-4474-2: You will refer to me by my name, you piss gargling shit-weasel! The Glorious and Incredible Hacklord Majestica! SCP-4474-1: Maybe if you didn't act like such a two, they'd call you something else. SCP-4474-2: Just you wait until I- Tribecki: Please, settle down. I want to talk about where you came from, and how you ended up together. SCP-4474-1: We didn't come from anywhere, we just are. That is the nature of Gods. SCP-4474-1's bulb glows briefly. SCP-4474-2: Yeah learn some fucking theology you punk-ass son of a bitch. Tribecki: Let's talk about your forms then. If you're a God, why are you a sticker stuck to a lamp? SCP-4474-2: I'm not stuck to him! He's stuck to me! And when I get off of here me and my 1337 h4xx0r followers are going to hack the shit out of this stupid fucking lamp! Tribecki: I don't think lamps can be hacked. SCP-4474-2: I'll fucking hack you too! I'll hack your arms right off, just you wait and see! SCP-4474-1: I don't think you know what hacking is. SCP-4474-2: Oh yeah, and what the fuck are you the god of? Dildos?! I'll hack you right now! SCP-4474-2 begins making grunting sounds, and its "face" begins animating rapidly from side to side, suggesting that it is trying to forcibly remove itself from SCP-4474-1. No motion is detected in either. Doctor Tribecki pinches the bridge of his nose. Tribecki: Less than a minute this time. Must be a record. Interview terminated. Incident 4474-01: On 23/02/2019, a minor security breach occurred during an interview session with SCP-4474, which is transcribed below. Incident 4474-01 Interview Transcript Interviewer: Doctor Steven Hensby Hensby: Good morning, One and Two. SCP-4474-1's bulb brightens. SCP-4474-2: Oh great, more lab coat wearing dickwads. Hensby: I'm not wearing a lab coat. SCP-4474-2: That's exactly what a lab coat wearing dickwad would say! Hensby: Can you actually perceive me? Are you capable of sight? SCP-4474-2: I can see everything! I've hacked all your cameras, I know where you live! SCP-4474-1: We all see what we choose to see. That's why you see a lamp and… this thing. Hensby: I see, that's ver- SCP-4474-2: What the fuck did you call me?! You come over here and say that, you piece of shit! SCP-4474-1: I'm already at the maximum level of "over here". SCP-4474-2: Alright that's it! SCP-4474-2 begins making grunting sounds and attempts to remove itself from SCP-4474-1. SCP-4474-1 sighs audibly. SCP-4474-1: You do grow very tiresome, sometimes. SCP-4474-1's bulb brightens further. SCP-4474-1: Steven? Doctor Hensby's posture changes visibly, and his expression becomes slack. Hensby: Yes, radiant one? SCP-4474-1: Could you try and remove this annoyance from me, please? Hensby: Of course, my light. Doctor Hensby pulls a pen from his pocket and attempts to scrape SCP-4474-2 from SCP-4474-1 at its edges. SCP-4474-2: Wait, hey, what are you doing! Stop! Sto- SCP-4474-2 emits a high pitched screeching sound. At this point, lights in the interview room begin to flicker and the intercom system begins producing seemingly random sounds. This continues for approximately 15 seconds. Hensby: Forgive me, shining one, but I don't seem to be able to remove the loud one from your- The door opens rapidly and two security personnel enter. Witnessing the scene, they quickly tranquillise Doctor Hensby. SCP-4474-2 falls silent. SCP-4474-1: Oh well. Worth a try I suppose. Shortly after this event, a number of viruses were detected on computer systems within the Site. While most of these viruses have since been eradicated, one remains which continually makes minor edits to the documentation for SCP-4474, specifically replacing the letters in certain words with numbers. Footnotes 1. Or any other alternate spelling or shortening of the name. 2. Attempts at translating this language have lead to the conclusion that it is largely gibberish.
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SCP-4475: So Long, and Thanks for All the Milk Authors: Lt Flops and KindlyTurtleClem This article is FIRE TURTLE (Clem & Floppy)'s 2nd article for the 2019 Collaboration Contest! [*https:/scp-wiki.wikidot.com/land-of-honey Go here for the first entry!] The two primary Groups of Interest featured are Fifthism and Church of the Second Hytoth. This article shares continuity with SCP-3739. However, you do not need to read 3739 to understand 4475! Special Thanks - Critters & Beta Readers Ayers, for providing a magnificent quote of his. Uncle Nicolini, Westrin, fishingenthusiast, and Nagiros, for general critique. DrChandra, TechSorcerer2747, and Weryllium for giving the A-okay in their reading of this piece. ValidClay, who provided some zany inspiration. NatVoltaic, for greenlighting this article's inclusion in the Ad Astra canon. The Great Hippo, for finalizing crit and helping condense logs and sentences. Smash from the Dr. Cimmerian Discord server, who shared the following insight: Smash: Ok Floppy. My only concern is that your space cow god cant fart its way out of orbit if it were to ever hit earth Smash: I just wrote that sentence Smash: Look, I just want the ol' girl to be able to get back out to the green pastures of space if she ever finds herself in our neck of the woods Sources 1: Trapezium Cluster – CC0 1.0 2a: Bone structure – Public domain 2b: Milky overlay – CC BY-SA 4.0 3: Temple – CC BY-SA 4.0 4: Subterranean chamber ruins – CC BY-SA 3.0 5: "Horror Meat" (Content Warning: GROSS) – CC BY 2.0 6: Space suit – CC0 1.0 7: Supergiant – Public domain [{$authorPage} ▸ More by this Author ◂] {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} ITEM NUMBER: SCP-4475 LEVEL 4/4475 PROJECT GALAXIAS THREAT LEVEL: UNDETERMINED The Trapezium Cluster, located in the Orion Nebula. SCP-4475's presumed location is in orbit between stars θ1 Orionis A, B, and E. Special Containment Procedures: Personnel studying SCP-4475 and SCP-4475-1 have been re-assigned to Project GALAXIAS (a cross-disciplinary initiative devised to better understand dairy-based preternatural phenomena and their relation to developing sentient life). All Project GALAXIAS personnel — including occult dairy practitioners — are to consume 1.5 liters of milk per day to maintain natural resistance against dairy-based anomalies. As such, the project is to screen a strict lactose tolerance for all prospective research personnel. Information involving human apotheosis via the manipulation of milk-based archetypes should be researched and, when possible, suppressed. Description: SCP-4475 is a Class-III1 deific bovine entity with a body length of 40 km, presently located in extrasolar space. SCP-4475 possesses 25 pairs of ungulate forelimbs — ranging from 15 to 40 km in length — and a single large udder of variable diameter2 with 49 lengthy teats. Mapping initiatives have detected a large internal bladder and five powerful sphincters, located at the rear of its body. Within the bladder, a complex metabolic process produces biochemical propellant. This propellant is expelled through one of its five sphincters. Based on this anatomical configuration, Foundation-employed aerospace engineers estimate that velocities upwards of 8,000 m/s (28,000 km/h) can be achieved in the vacuum of space. Collected Thaumic Gateway3 and telemetry data have determined that SCP-4475 is presently located at a distance of 1,344 light-years (± 20 ly) from Earth. SCP-4475 is in orbit around the Trapezium Cluster: A system of five stars orbiting an unregistered supermassive gravitational anomaly.4 Despite the high level of para-technology required to directly observe SCP-4475, the Foundation and Global Occult Coalition each became aware of its existence independently. Starting in 2009, at least 5,900 different persons on Earth have undergone physical teleportation into the interior of SCP-4475's mammary glands. Though random in nature, both firsthand eyewitness accounts and audiovisual recordings from dairy ranchers corroborate the existence of a complex ritual (designated SCP-4475-1) capable of triggering the phenomena. The following process — as compiled by abducted dairy ranchers for scientific study — is a baseline for teleportation via SCP-4475-1: Select and secure a cow. Vocalize praise for its existence. Approach the selected cow at a 55° angle in the direction of its posterior. Lubricate its two rear quarters, preferably with udder cream. Pull on each teat five times. Following the ritual, immediate disappearance and re-emergence inside SCP-4475's udder has occurred in all cases. Addendum 4475.1 INITIAL RECOVERY LOG RECOVERY LOG 4475.1 DATE: December 21, 2009 RECOVERY NOTE: The following is the earliest known recorded instance of spontaneous teleportation into SCP-4475. Timothy Wickman (POI-4475-01) recorded the following on his camcorder and was later discovered incoherent in the middle of a Wisconsin, USA intersection. Witnesses described him appearing in the middle of the road and regurgitating a large pink-red biological mass. The only information the tactical response team gleaned from Wickman was his strong desire to "return to the womb." ARCHIVIST'S NOTE: All building architecture inside of SCP-4475 appears to have been hewn from bone and cartilaginous tissue. [BEGIN LOG] [The recording displays a large white threshold resembling SCP-4475's pelvic bone structure. The audio contains heavy panting — presumably Timothy's. The view cuts to an irregular bone structure and zooms in. Audiovisual distortion commences.] TIMOTHY: Oh Lord. [Timothy directs the camera at his face. He taps the lens with his forefinger, smudging it, before wiping it with his shirt.] TIMOTHY: Hey– Uh, is uh, anyone there? Hello? [Timothy flips the camera back around and taps on the display screen, shaking it. The focused and unfocused view shows off-white floor panels with hexagonal edges.] TIMOTHY: Hey this is Tim, can anyone help me out in here? My damn GPS isn't working. TIMOTHY: That's one hell of a way to show the world your dairy farming, Tim. Stay calm, stay frosty. Remember, Tim, bears are more dangerous than people. Stay put, Tim, search parties are– TIMOTHY: [He sighs.] Search party's on the way. That's the third rule of scout-safety. Here, the forest, the ranch, and everywhere. TIMOTHY: Where is everyone? [He yells.] Hello! Y'know, I'd do anything for a water bottle! <LOG CUTS UNEXPECTEDLY> <LOG CONTINUES | 23:00 FORWARD> [The camera rests on a flat surface. There is a low rhythmic humming and distant trickle. Scraping sounds approach the camera.] [Slurping.] TIMOTHY: Fuck. [He retches.] Why am I so thirsty? [Soft mulching accompanies Timothy's footsteps. The view moves through a large entrance and into a tall white edifice with intricate designs and carven surfaces.] [Timothy approaches a threshold, wider than the last.] TIMOTHY: Another entrance? What is this place? [Timothy enters into a small white courtyard with similar intricate carvings. Various bovine head and udder statues line the interior walls. Timothy stops in front of a mural adorning the far courtyard wall. Text inscriptions — identified as Indus script in large font and Sanskrit in small font — are paired with different pictures.] [The murals depict 25 entities in a five-by-five formation. Each entity is a nude humanoid with iridescent full-body tattoos and malformed serpentine necks. The view blurs, then resolves, now focusing on a featureless, placid green face, with five intersecting lines on the forehead.] TIMOTHY: Huh…? [Timothy moves to the next wall to the right and stops again. This wall depicts Thaumaturgical Runes5 overlaying thick black smoke. The wall depicts the same group; this time, they migrate into a dark tunnel. Each entity holds baskets on their heads, while smaller serpentine-headed children hug their hips. A single long umbilical cord wraps around each humanoid's shoulder and body, terminating inside the cave.] [Distant sloshing. Timothy appears not to notice.] [Timothy keeps moving, this time taking little care to review the next inscriptions. The camera continues to depict the same group in a sequential line of images, but with increasing body mutations and rendering distortions. A bony placard reads "only skins and never bone" in Indus script and Sanskrit.] [Rushing liquid dominates the audio. Timothy bolts down a dark tunnel.] TIMOTHY: Who the fuck is there? I'm armed, stay back. [Sloshing rises over several sounds.] UNKNOWN: [Gurgling.] <LOG CUTS UNEXPECTEDLY> <LOG CONTINUES | 10:00 FORWARD> [Heavy static.] [Footage regains visibility on a cliffside platform; ~30-meter-wide (estimated) subterranean chambers are below.] [From a distance, the view zooms in to the nearest chamber. Depictions inside the chamber resolve into focus.] [Inked murals depict humanoid entities in silhouette. Each entity wears golden armor and ornate beryllium bronze.6 The camera pans up toward the top of the area, capturing a fresco on the ceiling, which depicts a large feminine bovine figure with statuesque proportions in the center;7 sharpened bone growths extend from her abdominal region. Below her abdominal, a bloated udder and six teats hang.] <LOG CUTS UNEXPECTEDLY> <LOG CONTINUES | ??/ERR> NOTE: Media is incapable of stating time, date, or recording duration. An unknown period of time has passed. [Timothy walks through a tunnel of flesh.] TIMOTHY: She looks like Bessie, doesn't she? My cow I mean, back at the ranch. UNKNOWN: [Gurgling sounds.] TIMOTHY: She's a good girl! I know she has, you know, a bit of a stereotypical name for a cow and all. But believe me, she's a sweetheart. My old man got her for me when I turned 16 and I've been tending to her for a couple of years now. UNKNOWN: [Gurgling.] TIMOTHY: Say, fella, you got any water? UNKNOWN: [Gurgling.] TIMOTHY: I need some fuckin' water. I've been drinking the wall teats, but they're– [Timothy stops himself.] [Neither party vocalizes for an extended period.] TIMOTHY: … You don't talk much, do you? [The camera pans to the left. Visual distortion and shadow masks the figure.] [A white vestigial appendage rises slowly from the silhouette, pointing upward. The camera pans up. Humanoid entities encased in foreign red flesh hang from the ceiling. A single large umbilical cord connects them at the neck.] UNKNOWN: [Gurgling.] TIMOTHY: I– I don't understand. Who are they? UNKNOWN: [Gurgling.] TIMOTHY: I mean, you can just– You can tell me, I don't– UNKNOWN: [Gurgling.] TIMOTHY: I don't get it. I've been following you for– [He pauses.] God knows how long, and you haven't told me a damn thing! Why can't you tell me? [The camera drops to the floor. Timothy sobs for several minutes.] TIMOTHY: [Whimpering sounds.] [Timothy picks the camera back up. The silhouetted figure is visible at the view's right edge.] UNKNOWN: [Gurgling and dripping.] TIMOTHY: Wait, what? UNKNOWN: [Loud gurgling.] TIMOTHY: I… I can understand you. So– Wait, hold on, what do you mean? Two groups? Two groups of what? UNKNOWN: [Gurgling.] TIMOTHY: So what are they, then? Religious groups? And they're Christians? [Silence.] TIMOTHY: So a church and a church, but there's no relation. Like Baptists and Mormons. No, uh, wait. UNKNOWN: [Crackling and popping noises.] [The camera jerks downward. White, fleshy protrusions foam and rise upward; bubbles and white smoke emit.] TIMOTHY: Same stars, same eyes — the five and the seven. UNKNOWN: [Sloshing sounds.] TIMOTHY: It all makes sense now. [Many layers of adipose fat squeeze out from one another. Grease splatters, and oil slicks onto the camera lens. The camera falls to the ground, pointing up at Timothy. He makes no attempt to retrieve it.] TIMOTHY: I'm thirsty. Tell me more. UNKNOWN: [In Timothy's voice; distorted.] I must go to the beginning. [Dark purple mounds of flesh, resembling colorectal polyps, slowly consume Timothy's body. The ceiling swirls toward a single point and widens into an agape sphincter. It prolapses and slowly ingests Timothy, who exhibits no distress.] TIMOTHY: What's that thing above the center of the ruins? Those murals? UNKNOWN: [In Timothy's voice; distorted.] As below, so above. Mother awaits endless space. A resting place in the light. TIMOTHY: And in the dome — what are those star maps? UNKNOWN: [In Timothy's voice; distorted.] The location of Father Orion. From his sword, a cleansing fire to carry Mother and her chosen children to the next world. TIMOTHY: A-at the beginning of our time, Mother Bovine q-q-quenched her children's thirst. UNKNOWN: [In Timothy's voice; distorted.] Beware the mother that gives, beware the children that take. Hathor gave and gave until her heat decayed. [The voice falters and cracks.] Great starless darkness l-l-left in the womb. [Timothy screams and the ceiling closes again, leaving no trace of the sphincter or his body.] UNKNOWN: [In a distorted timbre.] M-mother knows all fragile things lay left. Mother sees the f-f-fallen stars bereft. Mother knows, mother knows, mother knows– [END LOG] NOTE: The entity continued to mutter unintelligibly as its speech degraded into a consonant-heavy language. The recording ceased an extended amount of time later. Addendum 4475.2 OBSERVED SCP-4475-1 EVENTS A log of notable SCP-4475-1 occurrences is as follows. ▷ Abridged SCP-4475-1 Event Log ◁ △ Close Log △ In all observed SCP-4475-1 cases, subjects lose their memory of the scenario within 12 hours of returning, suggesting a latent amnestic property of SCP-4475 milk secretions. Most surviving persons having undergone SCP-4475-18 are later diagnosed with degenerative neurological disorders. Identified diagnoses include brain cancer, dementia, amyotrophic lateral sclerosis (ALS), and brain death after the spinal fluid transforms into milk. All diagnosed persons have experienced loss of life anywhere from three weeks to ten years after diagnosis. Addendum 4475.3 UPDATES I. May 12, 2033 Osteoporosis rates have increased by 10%. The remaining citizens of India have reported astronomical objects being less visible to the naked eye. Recent SCP-4475-1 test results have trended toward increasing abnormalities; as such, persons returning from SCP-4475 more frequently reported experiencing the following: Traumatic spiritual experiences. Affliction with memory retention abnormalities, ranging anywhere between permanent amnestic fugue states and hypermnesia. Recall of memories foreign to themselves. Recall of memories foreign to humanity. In addition, randomized teleportation into SCP-4475 has increased dramatically, with upwards of 50,000 civilian disappearances attributed to SCP-4475 in the last year alone — most of whom returned displaying abnormalities consistent with the above. Due to potential negative repercussions resulting from the execution of SCP-4475-1, Project GALAXIAS has tentatively ceased all experimentation. II. November 19, 2034 At 0137 UTC, the Brennan Thaumometric Satellite detected an unknown electromagnetic pulse (or EMP) with high levels of tachyonic particles and associated Akiva radiation. After triangulating the pulse, astronomers determined that it had originated from the Trapezium Cluster. No known cause has been identified. III. August 14, 2035 Despite ceasing all experimentation two years' prior, significant numbers of persons on Earth continue to teleport into SCP-4475. The triggers are increasingly commonplace milking procedures, which lead to escalating dairy-based anomalies. Recovered persons show significant transfiguration to their skeletal structure. Efforts to construct autonomous surveillance of SCP-4475's interior and exterior are underway. Discussion on its neutralization is pending. FROM THE DIRECTOR OF PROJECT GALAXIAS Just as threats from the "Land of Milk and Honey" hung over the UIU's head in the 1920s, preternatural dairy threats continue to plague us today. After Operation: LACTOSE INTOLERANCE and the ensuing battle we waged — and lost — the O5 promoted me as the Director of Project GALAXIAS. From here, I have led us to archive, study, dissect, and perhaps, finally grasp apotheosis. I have seen beyond the stage on which we play our little lives. We are naught but actors — puppets on strings, dancing to the tune of a trillion capsules of milk, suckled by decaying, necrotic gods of sadism, bound to chairs of osteoporotic bone. But no longer. For the good of humanity, we stand against the Land of Milk and Honey — in whatever permutation it exists. —Dr. Cassie Báthory Director of Project GALAXIAS IV. October 12, 2035 Project GALAXIAS has initiated Operation: CRIMSON COWBELL. Operation: CRIMSON COWBELL 1. DEPLOYMENT DATE October 12, 2035 2. DEPLOYMENT LOCATION Shakti Chetu Pasteurization and Dairy farm, outskirts of Kanoodar, state of Gujarat, India (123 km NE of Site-36). 3. PERSONNEL ALPHA Specialist Bhupinder Gauri — a thaumatological practitioner and former MTF-Zeta-9 ("Mole Rats") attachment. BETA Specialist Cindy Singh — a trained orthopedic surgeon and medic for MTF-Xi-55 ("Spleen McQueen"). GAMMA Researcher Amanda Watson — a general esotericist on contract with MTF-Gamma-14 ("Red Rustlers"). Each selected personnel possesses Level-4 knowledge of SCP-4475-1's effects — including its danger to human neurology and well-being. Due to Spc. Bhupinder Gauri's field and occult knowledge, as well as his high memetic retention and cognitohazardous resistance, he will lead this mission. Spc. Cindy Singh outfitting herself in a VISTA-Type suit, sans helmet, gloves, and pressure seal (hover to enlarge). 4. EQUIPMENT CRIMSON COWBELL personnel charged with SCP-4475 exploration have been granted the following equipment and materials: Three pressurized VISTA-Type Extravehicular Mobility Unit support suits, each outfitted with a SCRAMBLE headset9 and 30 hours of oxygen. A single Thaumic Gateway device powered via portable generator — to allow instantaneous communication to and from the Operations Theater. Due to its large mass and physical dimensions, the use of a Marlowe Anti-Gravitational Repulsion Sled is essential in allowing simple transportation of the device. The microcomputer processor, hull, and power plant for five autonomous telemetry drones will be deployed alongside the CRIMSON COWBELL team. Between September 22 and October 10, Project GALAXIAS staffed 28 excursions into SCP-4475 with the sole purpose of plotting a route into the lower bound of one of its 400-meter-long teats. Each associated rancher readily pledged under a Foundation-authorized geas10 to fulfill their duty. This allowed them to better map a navigable route through the teat before the onset of memetihazardous effects or inexplicable teleportation back. 5. MISSION DESCRIPTION Undergo a direct and extensive study of the interior and exterior of SCP-4475 and its surroundings for future physical containment. This is to facilitate sister operation FOR WHOM THE COWBELL TOLLS, designed to enact said containment with extreme prejudice under threat of neutralization. VIDEO LOG EXECUTION At 0507 hours (UTC+5:30), the team completed SCP-4475-1 and disappeared. At 0520 hours, COMMAND confirmed visualization of SCP-4475's interior through all three feeds. At 0533 hours, the team met at a rendezvous point. GAMMA parked the Repulsion Sled in an open chamber and programmed the Thaumic Gateway to open periodically and transmit the team's collected data. The team activated and released the telemetry drones, which dispersed. One drone flew down a path leading to the chosen teat, and the team followed. The team traveled down a long subterranean biological tunnel, next to a temple structure like that seen in Recovery Log 4475.1. At 0704 hours, ALPHA reported distant bovine vocalization and ordered the team to a halt. After perceiving no threat, they reconvened — with ALPHA at the lead — and traveled unabated for 3 hours. At 1021 hours, ALPHA reached the teat's upper span, discovering the lifeless body of a ranch-hand; their ID tags identified them as one Darien Meyer. COMMAND claimed that Meyer exited SCP-4475 one month ago and is presently employed by the Foundation with Class-E personnel classification. At 1025 hours, BETA discovered an enamel statue of a feminine humanoid entity with bovine characteristics. BETA noticed warped holes resembling those found in osteoporosis patients. She scraped off a sample of pink residue, revealing porous bone marrow beneath. While taking the sample, the tunnel's muscle-lined walls contracted. BETA hastened her sample collection. At once, the flesh ruptured, from which acidic stomach fluid, pus, blood, and milk flooded the chamber. In a panic, the team jumped into a nearby crevasse, falling an estimated 20 meters onto a soft-padded biological chamber floor. After a brief respite, ALPHA noticed GAMMA's VISTA-Type suit slumped over and still. Upon closer inspection, the helmets' glass view-visor appeared shattered, and GAMMA's body was not found within. ALPHA marked her as Missing In Action, but BETA's biometric radar indicated that GAMMA now existed in two separate locations: 5 meters behind and 6 meters beneath them, simultaneously. COMMAND confirmed the signals matched a 99.6% biometric reading of GAMMA and reported the irregularity to the Director of Project GALAXIAS. Awaiting a response, COMMAND ordered the team to remain in place. Around 1031 hours, the headset of each "GAMMA" instance activated and broadcast the following in base-2 numerals: "DISAVOWED DEATH FORBIDDEN." ALPHA noticed a star-shaped crevice glowing neon pink, illuminating the crevasse beneath. Against COMMAND's order and in an attempt to aid the "correct" GAMMA, ALPHA escaped into the hole. In an audio communication with BETA, he described feeling symptoms of dizziness and dehydration and ordered her to follow. She denied, remaining with GAMMA's vacant suit, where she stayed for the rest of the operation. At 1034 hours, ALPHA's visual relay depicted a struggle as he fell through a translucent milk flow. Around 1035 hours, the Director of Project GALAXIAS responded, ordering COMMAND to hasten the operation. An argument erupted in the COMMAND control room over whether they should halt the operation prematurely. Soon after, large amounts of milk flooded into the control room from an unknown source. ALPHA's vitals were detected at the back of the Operations Theater, contradicting his presence within SCP-4475. COMMAND dispatched an armed security team to investigate. Other personnel — who were attempting to escape — discovered that all egress doors had been pasted shut with a curdled milk substance. COMMAND alerted the local emergency Mobile Task Force at once. At 1038 hours, ALPHA ejected through the teat cistern into the vacuum of space at 14 meters per second. Despite his velocity, ALPHA jolted to a stop, 1.6 km away. His footage depicted the two distant stars θ1 Orionis A and B in his periphery, as well as an unaccounted for stellar abnormality ahead. The abnormality — presumed to be a supermassive gravitational anomaly at the cluster's center — emitted jets of EM radiation in each cardinal direction. 1038 hours — A corrupted image captured by Spc. Bhupinder Gauri's body camera (hover to enlarge). ALPHA made note of a large number of deceased human and proto-human organisms in SCP-4475's vicinity. Autonomous optical monitoring via nearby telemetry drone detected ~450,000 total entities. At 1045 hours, ALPHA's in-suit sensor suite detected a space-time abnormality and subsequent burst of directed electromagnetic field (or EMF) radiation. The EMF energy, focused in a wide multi-colored beam filling his view, traveled at ~3 Astronomical Units11 per second in his direction — ~1,500 times the speed of light. 20 seconds later, the EMF beam enveloped SCP-4475, and ALPHA and BETA's telecommunications — as well as all five drones — went offline. At 1046 hours, the emergency MTF arrived at the building and struggled to force open the front egress door. Personnel suffocated as the flow of milk in the control room reached a height of ~3 meters. Eventually, the MTF breached the lobby, through which several thousand liters of milk escaped. Altogether, 12 personnel were found deceased, trapped within the control room. AFTER ACTION REPORT While assessing CRIMSON COWBELL and the events therein, COMMAND discovered that at 1045 hours, every electronic device in both the Operations Theater and SCP&D farm had received an identical foreign transmission. As translated from base-2 numerals, the message reads "SAFE AND SOUND." As well, analysts reviewed ALPHA's final transmission and reached a consensus on the sequence of events. It is now believed that due to an unknown spatiotemporal event, the directed EMF beam caused the aforementioned electromagnetic anomaly detected on November 19, 2034 — some 327 days prior. After evacuating the Operations Theater, security personnel detained the apparent duplicate of ALPHA and inspected it for abnormalities. No superficial anomalies were detected. The subject leaked milk and smiled. V. October 13, 2035 In the wake of CRIMSON COWBELL, no further SCP-4475-1 teleportation appears functional. All teleportation has ceased. With no known means of accessing SCP-4475 and a current lack of reliable long-distance superluminal travel, all further SCP-4475 study has been placed under indefinite hiatus. SCP-4475 is pending reclassification to NEUTRALIZED. The captured ALPHA duplicate (designated SCP-4475-A) relayed the following message to Project GALAXIAS personnel in written Ortothan Extraterrestrial Language (or OEL): WE OBSERVE, WE JUDGE FEELERS ACROSS THE COSMOS AWAITING REPLY YOUR COMPLACENCY OF THE MYSTERIES BEYOND THAT, TOO, WE OBSERVE YOU ENTERED WITH CROWDS YOU "SECURE, CONTAIN, PROTECT" OUR ASCENDANCY? WE WILL NOT LET YOU DISTURB FORCES UNSEEN OR PROBE THE SCREAMING LIGHT WHEN STARS DIE IN FIVES, SPACE-TIME RIPPLES SEVENFOLD LIKE COSMIC SUSSE-EUK[untranslated] TO OUR AMBROSIA MOTHERS: WE MUST GIVE BACK THEY GAVE US LIFE THEY GAVE US SHELTER WE FEAST AT THE TEAT UNTIL IT BURST THROUGH THE FIFTH RIFT AT THE END OF KNOWN SPACE, THEY WILL ASCEND WE WERE BORN BENEATH THE TAPESTRY AND BEFORE THE LIGHTS WE INHABIT THE SMOKE UNSEEN THAT FILLS ALL LIFE WITH PEACE TO FREE OUR MOTHER'S CHILDREN WITH MILK TO FEED OUR SAVIOR FOURTH WE WILL NOT LET OUR MOTHER'S SUBJUGATION CONTINUE WE WILL NOT STAND IDLE AS THE PATTERNED CHAOS COMES WE ARE THE FIFTH CHURCH OF HYTOOTH [sic] At present, SCP-4475-A is in Class-II (Limited Containment) custody. An investigation into known Fifthist and Church of the Second Hytoth sects for information relating to "the Fifth Church of Hytooth" is now underway. VI. October 19, 2035 An autonomous probe operated by Artificially Intelligent Conscript Simurgh.aic discovered a large bovine organism — similar in appearance to SCP-4475 — traveling through the Kuiper belt on a vector toward the inner solar system. In co-operation with the Solar System Oversight Department, Project GALAXIAS is taking preventive measures and has moved in to investigate. Footnotes 1. The Clef-Moose Ontokinetics Classification System, which ranks ontokinetic capabilities into a hierarchy of intensity. Observed Class-III ontokinetic traits include: Localized manipulation of physical and thermodynamic laws. Localized reconfiguration of matter. Localized distortion or nullification of cause and effect. 2. SCP-4475's interior and exterior anatomy have displayed apparent inconsistent space-time and topology, which is most present in its udder. 3. Thaumic Gateway: A para-technological machine that uses a set of complex thaumaturgic rituals to temporarily generate a stable miniature portal (known in the paranormal community as a "Way"). The Thaumic Gateway enables an array of instant communication methods through each created Way, including short-wave radio band and 5G Wi-Fi fields. For an introduction to applied thaumatology, see: Moose, T. D. (2016). Magic Orientation (or, Another Goddamn Magic System). SCP Foundation Journal of Thaumaturgical Engineering, 1(9), 10–33. 4. Hypothesized to be a white hole >100 solar masses in size. 5. Identified rune designs are like those used in the summoning of eschatological entities. 6. Forensic Esoteric Re-Imaging Validation detected various preternatural elements on each wall; all meta-material was sculpted into the wall by an unknown source with high precision and artisanship. 7. This is believed to be the Egyptian Goddess Hathor. 8. Most of whom have been successfully contained. 9. SCRAMBLE: An audiovisual program that provides simultaneous recording and memetihazard filtering. 10. Geas: A memetic command imposed on any willing person. Modern geas technology allows persons to set up and follow specific subconscious binding contracts to facilitate easy and direct co-operation between other individuals or established groups. 11. One Astronomical Unit (AU) = 149.6 million km. The average distance between the planet Earth and the Sun.
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SCP-4475: So Long, and Thanks for All the Milk Authors: Lt Flops and KindlyTurtleClem This article is FIRE TURTLE (Clem & Floppy)'s 2nd article for the 2019 Collaboration Contest! [*https:/scp-wiki.wikidot.com/land-of-honey Go here for the first entry!] The two primary Groups of Interest featured are Fifthism and Church of the Second Hytoth. This article shares continuity with SCP-3739. However, you do not need to read 3739 to understand 4475! Special Thanks - Critters & Beta Readers Ayers, for providing a magnificent quote of his. Uncle Nicolini, Westrin, fishingenthusiast, and Nagiros, for general critique. DrChandra, TechSorcerer2747, and Weryllium for giving the A-okay in their reading of this piece. ValidClay, who provided some zany inspiration. NatVoltaic, for greenlighting this article's inclusion in the Ad Astra canon. The Great Hippo, for finalizing crit and helping condense logs and sentences. Smash from the Dr. Cimmerian Discord server, who shared the following insight: Smash: Ok Floppy. My only concern is that your space cow god cant fart its way out of orbit if it were to ever hit earth Smash: I just wrote that sentence Smash: Look, I just want the ol' girl to be able to get back out to the green pastures of space if she ever finds herself in our neck of the woods Sources 1: Trapezium Cluster – CC0 1.0 2a: Bone structure – Public domain 2b: Milky overlay – CC BY-SA 4.0 3: Temple – CC BY-SA 4.0 4: Subterranean chamber ruins – CC BY-SA 3.0 5: "Horror Meat" (Content Warning: GROSS) – CC BY 2.0 6: Space suit – CC0 1.0 7: Supergiant – Public domain [{$authorPage} ▸ More by this Author ◂] {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} ITEM NUMBER: SCP-4475 LEVEL 4/4475 PROJECT GALAXIAS THREAT LEVEL: UNDETERMINED The Trapezium Cluster, located in the Orion Nebula. SCP-4475's presumed location is in orbit between stars θ1 Orionis A, B, and E. Special Containment Procedures: Personnel studying SCP-4475 and SCP-4475-1 have been re-assigned to Project GALAXIAS (a cross-disciplinary initiative devised to better understand dairy-based preternatural phenomena and their relation to developing sentient life). All Project GALAXIAS personnel — including occult dairy practitioners — are to consume 1.5 liters of milk per day to maintain natural resistance against dairy-based anomalies. As such, the project is to screen a strict lactose tolerance for all prospective research personnel. Information involving human apotheosis via the manipulation of milk-based archetypes should be researched and, when possible, suppressed. Description: SCP-4475 is a Class-III1 deific bovine entity with a body length of 40 km, presently located in extrasolar space. SCP-4475 possesses 25 pairs of ungulate forelimbs — ranging from 15 to 40 km in length — and a single large udder of variable diameter2 with 49 lengthy teats. Mapping initiatives have detected a large internal bladder and five powerful sphincters, located at the rear of its body. Within the bladder, a complex metabolic process produces biochemical propellant. This propellant is expelled through one of its five sphincters. Based on this anatomical configuration, Foundation-employed aerospace engineers estimate that velocities upwards of 8,000 m/s (28,000 km/h) can be achieved in the vacuum of space. Collected Thaumic Gateway3 and telemetry data have determined that SCP-4475 is presently located at a distance of 1,344 light-years (± 20 ly) from Earth. SCP-4475 is in orbit around the Trapezium Cluster: A system of five stars orbiting an unregistered supermassive gravitational anomaly.4 Despite the high level of para-technology required to directly observe SCP-4475, the Foundation and Global Occult Coalition each became aware of its existence independently. Starting in 2009, at least 5,900 different persons on Earth have undergone physical teleportation into the interior of SCP-4475's mammary glands. Though random in nature, both firsthand eyewitness accounts and audiovisual recordings from dairy ranchers corroborate the existence of a complex ritual (designated SCP-4475-1) capable of triggering the phenomena. The following process — as compiled by abducted dairy ranchers for scientific study — is a baseline for teleportation via SCP-4475-1: Select and secure a cow. Vocalize praise for its existence. Approach the selected cow at a 55° angle in the direction of its posterior. Lubricate its two rear quarters, preferably with udder cream. Pull on each teat five times. Following the ritual, immediate disappearance and re-emergence inside SCP-4475's udder has occurred in all cases. Addendum 4475.1 INITIAL RECOVERY LOG RECOVERY LOG 4475.1 DATE: December 21, 2009 RECOVERY NOTE: The following is the earliest known recorded instance of spontaneous teleportation into SCP-4475. Timothy Wickman (POI-4475-01) recorded the following on his camcorder and was later discovered incoherent in the middle of a Wisconsin, USA intersection. Witnesses described him appearing in the middle of the road and regurgitating a large pink-red biological mass. The only information the tactical response team gleaned from Wickman was his strong desire to "return to the womb." ARCHIVIST'S NOTE: All building architecture inside of SCP-4475 appears to have been hewn from bone and cartilaginous tissue. [BEGIN LOG] [The recording displays a large white threshold resembling SCP-4475's pelvic bone structure. The audio contains heavy panting — presumably Timothy's. The view cuts to an irregular bone structure and zooms in. Audiovisual distortion commences.] TIMOTHY: Oh Lord. [Timothy directs the camera at his face. He taps the lens with his forefinger, smudging it, before wiping it with his shirt.] TIMOTHY: Hey– Uh, is uh, anyone there? Hello? [Timothy flips the camera back around and taps on the display screen, shaking it. The focused and unfocused view shows off-white floor panels with hexagonal edges.] TIMOTHY: Hey this is Tim, can anyone help me out in here? My damn GPS isn't working. TIMOTHY: That's one hell of a way to show the world your dairy farming, Tim. Stay calm, stay frosty. Remember, Tim, bears are more dangerous than people. Stay put, Tim, search parties are– TIMOTHY: [He sighs.] Search party's on the way. That's the third rule of scout-safety. Here, the forest, the ranch, and everywhere. TIMOTHY: Where is everyone? [He yells.] Hello! Y'know, I'd do anything for a water bottle! <LOG CUTS UNEXPECTEDLY> <LOG CONTINUES | 23:00 FORWARD> [The camera rests on a flat surface. There is a low rhythmic humming and distant trickle. Scraping sounds approach the camera.] [Slurping.] TIMOTHY: Fuck. [He retches.] Why am I so thirsty? [Soft mulching accompanies Timothy's footsteps. The view moves through a large entrance and into a tall white edifice with intricate designs and carven surfaces.] [Timothy approaches a threshold, wider than the last.] TIMOTHY: Another entrance? What is this place? [Timothy enters into a small white courtyard with similar intricate carvings. Various bovine head and udder statues line the interior walls. Timothy stops in front of a mural adorning the far courtyard wall. Text inscriptions — identified as Indus script in large font and Sanskrit in small font — are paired with different pictures.] [The murals depict 25 entities in a five-by-five formation. Each entity is a nude humanoid with iridescent full-body tattoos and malformed serpentine necks. The view blurs, then resolves, now focusing on a featureless, placid green face, with five intersecting lines on the forehead.] TIMOTHY: Huh…? [Timothy moves to the next wall to the right and stops again. This wall depicts Thaumaturgical Runes5 overlaying thick black smoke. The wall depicts the same group; this time, they migrate into a dark tunnel. Each entity holds baskets on their heads, while smaller serpentine-headed children hug their hips. A single long umbilical cord wraps around each humanoid's shoulder and body, terminating inside the cave.] [Distant sloshing. Timothy appears not to notice.] [Timothy keeps moving, this time taking little care to review the next inscriptions. The camera continues to depict the same group in a sequential line of images, but with increasing body mutations and rendering distortions. A bony placard reads "only skins and never bone" in Indus script and Sanskrit.] [Rushing liquid dominates the audio. Timothy bolts down a dark tunnel.] TIMOTHY: Who the fuck is there? I'm armed, stay back. [Sloshing rises over several sounds.] UNKNOWN: [Gurgling.] <LOG CUTS UNEXPECTEDLY> <LOG CONTINUES | 10:00 FORWARD> [Heavy static.] [Footage regains visibility on a cliffside platform; ~30-meter-wide (estimated) subterranean chambers are below.] [From a distance, the view zooms in to the nearest chamber. Depictions inside the chamber resolve into focus.] [Inked murals depict humanoid entities in silhouette. Each entity wears golden armor and ornate beryllium bronze.6 The camera pans up toward the top of the area, capturing a fresco on the ceiling, which depicts a large feminine bovine figure with statuesque proportions in the center;7 sharpened bone growths extend from her abdominal region. Below her abdominal, a bloated udder and six teats hang.] <LOG CUTS UNEXPECTEDLY> <LOG CONTINUES | ??/ERR> NOTE: Media is incapable of stating time, date, or recording duration. An unknown period of time has passed. [Timothy walks through a tunnel of flesh.] TIMOTHY: She looks like Bessie, doesn't she? My cow I mean, back at the ranch. UNKNOWN: [Gurgling sounds.] TIMOTHY: She's a good girl! I know she has, you know, a bit of a stereotypical name for a cow and all. But believe me, she's a sweetheart. My old man got her for me when I turned 16 and I've been tending to her for a couple of years now. UNKNOWN: [Gurgling.] TIMOTHY: Say, fella, you got any water? UNKNOWN: [Gurgling.] TIMOTHY: I need some fuckin' water. I've been drinking the wall teats, but they're– [Timothy stops himself.] [Neither party vocalizes for an extended period.] TIMOTHY: … You don't talk much, do you? [The camera pans to the left. Visual distortion and shadow masks the figure.] [A white vestigial appendage rises slowly from the silhouette, pointing upward. The camera pans up. Humanoid entities encased in foreign red flesh hang from the ceiling. A single large umbilical cord connects them at the neck.] UNKNOWN: [Gurgling.] TIMOTHY: I– I don't understand. Who are they? UNKNOWN: [Gurgling.] TIMOTHY: I mean, you can just– You can tell me, I don't– UNKNOWN: [Gurgling.] TIMOTHY: I don't get it. I've been following you for– [He pauses.] God knows how long, and you haven't told me a damn thing! Why can't you tell me? [The camera drops to the floor. Timothy sobs for several minutes.] TIMOTHY: [Whimpering sounds.] [Timothy picks the camera back up. The silhouetted figure is visible at the view's right edge.] UNKNOWN: [Gurgling and dripping.] TIMOTHY: Wait, what? UNKNOWN: [Loud gurgling.] TIMOTHY: I… I can understand you. So– Wait, hold on, what do you mean? Two groups? Two groups of what? UNKNOWN: [Gurgling.] TIMOTHY: So what are they, then? Religious groups? And they're Christians? [Silence.] TIMOTHY: So a church and a church, but there's no relation. Like Baptists and Mormons. No, uh, wait. UNKNOWN: [Crackling and popping noises.] [The camera jerks downward. White, fleshy protrusions foam and rise upward; bubbles and white smoke emit.] TIMOTHY: Same stars, same eyes — the five and the seven. UNKNOWN: [Sloshing sounds.] TIMOTHY: It all makes sense now. [Many layers of adipose fat squeeze out from one another. Grease splatters, and oil slicks onto the camera lens. The camera falls to the ground, pointing up at Timothy. He makes no attempt to retrieve it.] TIMOTHY: I'm thirsty. Tell me more. UNKNOWN: [In Timothy's voice; distorted.] I must go to the beginning. [Dark purple mounds of flesh, resembling colorectal polyps, slowly consume Timothy's body. The ceiling swirls toward a single point and widens into an agape sphincter. It prolapses and slowly ingests Timothy, who exhibits no distress.] TIMOTHY: What's that thing above the center of the ruins? Those murals? UNKNOWN: [In Timothy's voice; distorted.] As below, so above. Mother awaits endless space. A resting place in the light. TIMOTHY: And in the dome — what are those star maps? UNKNOWN: [In Timothy's voice; distorted.] The location of Father Orion. From his sword, a cleansing fire to carry Mother and her chosen children to the next world. TIMOTHY: A-at the beginning of our time, Mother Bovine q-q-quenched her children's thirst. UNKNOWN: [In Timothy's voice; distorted.] Beware the mother that gives, beware the children that take. Hathor gave and gave until her heat decayed. [The voice falters and cracks.] Great starless darkness l-l-left in the womb. [Timothy screams and the ceiling closes again, leaving no trace of the sphincter or his body.] UNKNOWN: [In a distorted timbre.] M-mother knows all fragile things lay left. Mother sees the f-f-fallen stars bereft. Mother knows, mother knows, mother knows– [END LOG] NOTE: The entity continued to mutter unintelligibly as its speech degraded into a consonant-heavy language. The recording ceased an extended amount of time later. Addendum 4475.2 OBSERVED SCP-4475-1 EVENTS A log of notable SCP-4475-1 occurrences is as follows. ▷ Abridged SCP-4475-1 Event Log ◁ △ Close Log △ In all observed SCP-4475-1 cases, subjects lose their memory of the scenario within 12 hours of returning, suggesting a latent amnestic property of SCP-4475 milk secretions. Most surviving persons having undergone SCP-4475-18 are later diagnosed with degenerative neurological disorders. Identified diagnoses include brain cancer, dementia, amyotrophic lateral sclerosis (ALS), and brain death after the spinal fluid transforms into milk. All diagnosed persons have experienced loss of life anywhere from three weeks to ten years after diagnosis. Addendum 4475.3 UPDATES I. May 12, 2033 Osteoporosis rates have increased by 10%. The remaining citizens of India have reported astronomical objects being less visible to the naked eye. Recent SCP-4475-1 test results have trended toward increasing abnormalities; as such, persons returning from SCP-4475 more frequently reported experiencing the following: Traumatic spiritual experiences. Affliction with memory retention abnormalities, ranging anywhere between permanent amnestic fugue states and hypermnesia. Recall of memories foreign to themselves. Recall of memories foreign to humanity. In addition, randomized teleportation into SCP-4475 has increased dramatically, with upwards of 50,000 civilian disappearances attributed to SCP-4475 in the last year alone — most of whom returned displaying abnormalities consistent with the above. Due to potential negative repercussions resulting from the execution of SCP-4475-1, Project GALAXIAS has tentatively ceased all experimentation. II. November 19, 2034 At 0137 UTC, the Brennan Thaumometric Satellite detected an unknown electromagnetic pulse (or EMP) with high levels of tachyonic particles and associated Akiva radiation. After triangulating the pulse, astronomers determined that it had originated from the Trapezium Cluster. No known cause has been identified. III. August 14, 2035 Despite ceasing all experimentation two years' prior, significant numbers of persons on Earth continue to teleport into SCP-4475. The triggers are increasingly commonplace milking procedures, which lead to escalating dairy-based anomalies. Recovered persons show significant transfiguration to their skeletal structure. Efforts to construct autonomous surveillance of SCP-4475's interior and exterior are underway. Discussion on its neutralization is pending. FROM THE DIRECTOR OF PROJECT GALAXIAS Just as threats from the "Land of Milk and Honey" hung over the UIU's head in the 1920s, preternatural dairy threats continue to plague us today. After Operation: LACTOSE INTOLERANCE and the ensuing battle we waged — and lost — the O5 promoted me as the Director of Project GALAXIAS. From here, I have led us to archive, study, dissect, and perhaps, finally grasp apotheosis. I have seen beyond the stage on which we play our little lives. We are naught but actors — puppets on strings, dancing to the tune of a trillion capsules of milk, suckled by decaying, necrotic gods of sadism, bound to chairs of osteoporotic bone. But no longer. For the good of humanity, we stand against the Land of Milk and Honey — in whatever permutation it exists. —Dr. Cassie Báthory Director of Project GALAXIAS IV. October 12, 2035 Project GALAXIAS has initiated Operation: CRIMSON COWBELL. Operation: CRIMSON COWBELL 1. DEPLOYMENT DATE October 12, 2035 2. DEPLOYMENT LOCATION Shakti Chetu Pasteurization and Dairy farm, outskirts of Kanoodar, state of Gujarat, India (123 km NE of Site-36). 3. PERSONNEL ALPHA Specialist Bhupinder Gauri — a thaumatological practitioner and former MTF-Zeta-9 ("Mole Rats") attachment. BETA Specialist Cindy Singh — a trained orthopedic surgeon and medic for MTF-Xi-55 ("Spleen McQueen"). GAMMA Researcher Amanda Watson — a general esotericist on contract with MTF-Gamma-14 ("Red Rustlers"). Each selected personnel possesses Level-4 knowledge of SCP-4475-1's effects — including its danger to human neurology and well-being. Due to Spc. Bhupinder Gauri's field and occult knowledge, as well as his high memetic retention and cognitohazardous resistance, he will lead this mission. Spc. Cindy Singh outfitting herself in a VISTA-Type suit, sans helmet, gloves, and pressure seal (hover to enlarge). 4. EQUIPMENT CRIMSON COWBELL personnel charged with SCP-4475 exploration have been granted the following equipment and materials: Three pressurized VISTA-Type Extravehicular Mobility Unit support suits, each outfitted with a SCRAMBLE headset9 and 30 hours of oxygen. A single Thaumic Gateway device powered via portable generator — to allow instantaneous communication to and from the Operations Theater. Due to its large mass and physical dimensions, the use of a Marlowe Anti-Gravitational Repulsion Sled is essential in allowing simple transportation of the device. The microcomputer processor, hull, and power plant for five autonomous telemetry drones will be deployed alongside the CRIMSON COWBELL team. Between September 22 and October 10, Project GALAXIAS staffed 28 excursions into SCP-4475 with the sole purpose of plotting a route into the lower bound of one of its 400-meter-long teats. Each associated rancher readily pledged under a Foundation-authorized geas10 to fulfill their duty. This allowed them to better map a navigable route through the teat before the onset of memetihazardous effects or inexplicable teleportation back. 5. MISSION DESCRIPTION Undergo a direct and extensive study of the interior and exterior of SCP-4475 and its surroundings for future physical containment. This is to facilitate sister operation FOR WHOM THE COWBELL TOLLS, designed to enact said containment with extreme prejudice under threat of neutralization. VIDEO LOG EXECUTION At 0507 hours (UTC+5:30), the team completed SCP-4475-1 and disappeared. At 0520 hours, COMMAND confirmed visualization of SCP-4475's interior through all three feeds. At 0533 hours, the team met at a rendezvous point. GAMMA parked the Repulsion Sled in an open chamber and programmed the Thaumic Gateway to open periodically and transmit the team's collected data. The team activated and released the telemetry drones, which dispersed. One drone flew down a path leading to the chosen teat, and the team followed. The team traveled down a long subterranean biological tunnel, next to a temple structure like that seen in Recovery Log 4475.1. At 0704 hours, ALPHA reported distant bovine vocalization and ordered the team to a halt. After perceiving no threat, they reconvened — with ALPHA at the lead — and traveled unabated for 3 hours. At 1021 hours, ALPHA reached the teat's upper span, discovering the lifeless body of a ranch-hand; their ID tags identified them as one Darien Meyer. COMMAND claimed that Meyer exited SCP-4475 one month ago and is presently employed by the Foundation with Class-E personnel classification. At 1025 hours, BETA discovered an enamel statue of a feminine humanoid entity with bovine characteristics. BETA noticed warped holes resembling those found in osteoporosis patients. She scraped off a sample of pink residue, revealing porous bone marrow beneath. While taking the sample, the tunnel's muscle-lined walls contracted. BETA hastened her sample collection. At once, the flesh ruptured, from which acidic stomach fluid, pus, blood, and milk flooded the chamber. In a panic, the team jumped into a nearby crevasse, falling an estimated 20 meters onto a soft-padded biological chamber floor. After a brief respite, ALPHA noticed GAMMA's VISTA-Type suit slumped over and still. Upon closer inspection, the helmets' glass view-visor appeared shattered, and GAMMA's body was not found within. ALPHA marked her as Missing In Action, but BETA's biometric radar indicated that GAMMA now existed in two separate locations: 5 meters behind and 6 meters beneath them, simultaneously. COMMAND confirmed the signals matched a 99.6% biometric reading of GAMMA and reported the irregularity to the Director of Project GALAXIAS. Awaiting a response, COMMAND ordered the team to remain in place. Around 1031 hours, the headset of each "GAMMA" instance activated and broadcast the following in base-2 numerals: "DISAVOWED DEATH FORBIDDEN." ALPHA noticed a star-shaped crevice glowing neon pink, illuminating the crevasse beneath. Against COMMAND's order and in an attempt to aid the "correct" GAMMA, ALPHA escaped into the hole. In an audio communication with BETA, he described feeling symptoms of dizziness and dehydration and ordered her to follow. She denied, remaining with GAMMA's vacant suit, where she stayed for the rest of the operation. At 1034 hours, ALPHA's visual relay depicted a struggle as he fell through a translucent milk flow. Around 1035 hours, the Director of Project GALAXIAS responded, ordering COMMAND to hasten the operation. An argument erupted in the COMMAND control room over whether they should halt the operation prematurely. Soon after, large amounts of milk flooded into the control room from an unknown source. ALPHA's vitals were detected at the back of the Operations Theater, contradicting his presence within SCP-4475. COMMAND dispatched an armed security team to investigate. Other personnel — who were attempting to escape — discovered that all egress doors had been pasted shut with a curdled milk substance. COMMAND alerted the local emergency Mobile Task Force at once. At 1038 hours, ALPHA ejected through the teat cistern into the vacuum of space at 14 meters per second. Despite his velocity, ALPHA jolted to a stop, 1.6 km away. His footage depicted the two distant stars θ1 Orionis A and B in his periphery, as well as an unaccounted for stellar abnormality ahead. The abnormality — presumed to be a supermassive gravitational anomaly at the cluster's center — emitted jets of EM radiation in each cardinal direction. 1038 hours — A corrupted image captured by Spc. Bhupinder Gauri's body camera (hover to enlarge). ALPHA made note of a large number of deceased human and proto-human organisms in SCP-4475's vicinity. Autonomous optical monitoring via nearby telemetry drone detected ~450,000 total entities. At 1045 hours, ALPHA's in-suit sensor suite detected a space-time abnormality and subsequent burst of directed electromagnetic field (or EMF) radiation. The EMF energy, focused in a wide multi-colored beam filling his view, traveled at ~3 Astronomical Units11 per second in his direction — ~1,500 times the speed of light. 20 seconds later, the EMF beam enveloped SCP-4475, and ALPHA and BETA's telecommunications — as well as all five drones — went offline. At 1046 hours, the emergency MTF arrived at the building and struggled to force open the front egress door. Personnel suffocated as the flow of milk in the control room reached a height of ~3 meters. Eventually, the MTF breached the lobby, through which several thousand liters of milk escaped. Altogether, 12 personnel were found deceased, trapped within the control room. AFTER ACTION REPORT While assessing CRIMSON COWBELL and the events therein, COMMAND discovered that at 1045 hours, every electronic device in both the Operations Theater and SCP&D farm had received an identical foreign transmission. As translated from base-2 numerals, the message reads "SAFE AND SOUND." As well, analysts reviewed ALPHA's final transmission and reached a consensus on the sequence of events. It is now believed that due to an unknown spatiotemporal event, the directed EMF beam caused the aforementioned electromagnetic anomaly detected on November 19, 2034 — some 327 days prior. After evacuating the Operations Theater, security personnel detained the apparent duplicate of ALPHA and inspected it for abnormalities. No superficial anomalies were detected. The subject leaked milk and smiled. V. October 13, 2035 In the wake of CRIMSON COWBELL, no further SCP-4475-1 teleportation appears functional. All teleportation has ceased. With no known means of accessing SCP-4475 and a current lack of reliable long-distance superluminal travel, all further SCP-4475 study has been placed under indefinite hiatus. SCP-4475 is pending reclassification to NEUTRALIZED. The captured ALPHA duplicate (designated SCP-4475-A) relayed the following message to Project GALAXIAS personnel in written Ortothan Extraterrestrial Language (or OEL): WE OBSERVE, WE JUDGE FEELERS ACROSS THE COSMOS AWAITING REPLY YOUR COMPLACENCY OF THE MYSTERIES BEYOND THAT, TOO, WE OBSERVE YOU ENTERED WITH CROWDS YOU "SECURE, CONTAIN, PROTECT" OUR ASCENDANCY? WE WILL NOT LET YOU DISTURB FORCES UNSEEN OR PROBE THE SCREAMING LIGHT WHEN STARS DIE IN FIVES, SPACE-TIME RIPPLES SEVENFOLD LIKE COSMIC SUSSE-EUK[untranslated] TO OUR AMBROSIA MOTHERS: WE MUST GIVE BACK THEY GAVE US LIFE THEY GAVE US SHELTER WE FEAST AT THE TEAT UNTIL IT BURST THROUGH THE FIFTH RIFT AT THE END OF KNOWN SPACE, THEY WILL ASCEND WE WERE BORN BENEATH THE TAPESTRY AND BEFORE THE LIGHTS WE INHABIT THE SMOKE UNSEEN THAT FILLS ALL LIFE WITH PEACE TO FREE OUR MOTHER'S CHILDREN WITH MILK TO FEED OUR SAVIOR FOURTH WE WILL NOT LET OUR MOTHER'S SUBJUGATION CONTINUE WE WILL NOT STAND IDLE AS THE PATTERNED CHAOS COMES WE ARE THE FIFTH CHURCH OF HYTOOTH [sic] At present, SCP-4475-A is in Class-II (Limited Containment) custody. An investigation into known Fifthist and Church of the Second Hytoth sects for information relating to "the Fifth Church of Hytooth" is now underway. VI. October 19, 2035 An autonomous probe operated by Artificially Intelligent Conscript Simurgh.aic discovered a large bovine organism — similar in appearance to SCP-4475 — traveling through the Kuiper belt on a vector toward the inner solar system. In co-operation with the Solar System Oversight Department, Project GALAXIAS is taking preventive measures and has moved in to investigate. Footnotes 1. The Clef-Moose Ontokinetics Classification System, which ranks ontokinetic capabilities into a hierarchy of intensity. Observed Class-III ontokinetic traits include: Localized manipulation of physical and thermodynamic laws. Localized reconfiguration of matter. Localized distortion or nullification of cause and effect. 2. SCP-4475's interior and exterior anatomy have displayed apparent inconsistent space-time and topology, which is most present in its udder. 3. Thaumic Gateway: A para-technological machine that uses a set of complex thaumaturgic rituals to temporarily generate a stable miniature portal (known in the paranormal community as a "Way"). The Thaumic Gateway enables an array of instant communication methods through each created Way, including short-wave radio band and 5G Wi-Fi fields. For an introduction to applied thaumatology, see: Moose, T. D. (2016). Magic Orientation (or, Another Goddamn Magic System). SCP Foundation Journal of Thaumaturgical Engineering, 1(9), 10–33. 4. Hypothesized to be a white hole >100 solar masses in size. 5. Identified rune designs are like those used in the summoning of eschatological entities. 6. Forensic Esoteric Re-Imaging Validation detected various preternatural elements on each wall; all meta-material was sculpted into the wall by an unknown source with high precision and artisanship. 7. This is believed to be the Egyptian Goddess Hathor. 8. Most of whom have been successfully contained. 9. SCRAMBLE: An audiovisual program that provides simultaneous recording and memetihazard filtering. 10. Geas: A memetic command imposed on any willing person. Modern geas technology allows persons to set up and follow specific subconscious binding contracts to facilitate easy and direct co-operation between other individuals or established groups. 11. One Astronomical Unit (AU) = 149.6 million km. The average distance between the planet Earth and the Sun.
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Image Credit: See comments. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} 3/4476 LEVEL 3/4476 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-4476 euclid Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned MTF Site-93A Dr. Stanley Arthur Dr. Isabelle Beaumont Beta-2 "Bayou Boys" Special Containment Procedures SCP-4476 Exclusion Zone SCP-4476 is contained within a 3-kilometer exclusion zone on the far western edge of Plaquemines Parish, Louisiana. Site 93A has been set up in the nearby town of Port Sulphur under the cover story Lambda Mu 22a: "Gulf Shore Cleanup Operation". Additionally, the local economy has been artificially depressed in order to encourage the local residents to leave, as well as to discourage population growth. MTF Beta-2 "Bayou Boys" are to routinely patrol the nearby marshlands to prevent outside intrusion as well as to contain the inhabitants of SCP-4476 from exiting the exclusion zone. Due to the high-traffic nature of the bayou fishing industry, additional resources have been allocated to the containment of SCP-4476. This includes the expansion of MTF Beta-2 to company strength, with a variety of amphibious vehicles and several bayou patrol helicopters. Any non SCP-4476 resident apprehended attempting to enter the exclusion zone is to be interrogated and released after amnestic treatment. Description SCP-4476 is a small fishing village accessible only by boat in the far western part of Plaquemines Parish, Louisiana with an estimated population of 45. The entire population, designated SCP-4476-1, is made up of members of the Natau family, and they all display significant birth defects and physical abnormalities. SCP-4476-1 Presenting with Growth These physical abnormalities primarily present as large tumorous growths as a result of foetus in foetu. These growths are treated with a great deal of respect, and SCP-4476-1 refer to them as "The Unborn". The language spoken by SCP-4476-1 is a fusion of Proto-Urallic Adytite mixed with the local French-English Creole. While it is uncertain how long this family has lived in the area, linguistic drift analysis suggests that they originally spoke Adytite, with the local Creole adopted sometime in the latter half of the 17th century. The social hierarchy of SCP-4476-1 revolves around a group of five visually identical, elderly females, designated SCP-4476-1A, which the others refer to collectively as "Manma Natau". It is unclear how SCP-4476-1 distinguishes between the five, and careful genetic sampling indicates that the five sisters represent the matriarchal genesis of every other member of SCP-4476-1. It is also of note that one of the five instances of SCP-4476-1A is always pregnant. The population of SCP-4476 remains exceptionally stable even with the observed rate of pregnancies. There have been no reported cases of illness within the family group, and no observed accidental deaths. It is currently unknown whether the absence of additional children is a result of stillbirth or a high infant mortality rate. When asked about this phenomena or the anomalously high pregnancies, the locals will give evasive or non-answers. The villagers rarely travel far from SCP-4476, and thus their diet is restricted to the flora and fauna that can be found within the exclusion zone. Dietary staples include several types of fish, a variety of swamp cabbage1 cultivated in a nearby field, several species of frogs, and small alligators. SCP-4476 Longhouse & Shed The infrastructure of SCP-4476 is made up of one large residential structure, a storage shed, a small building primarily used for drying collected swamp cabbage, a short dock with several small fishing punts, and a medium-sized anomalous2 structure that serves as both a religious gathering place and "birthing house". SCP-4476-1 spend the majority of their time either working in the cabbage field, fishing, cooking, or mending the nets they utilize for fishing and catching frogs. SCP-4476-1 adhere to a strict pattern of six working days with a single day of religious observance. While generally tolerant of Foundation researchers, SCP-4476-1 will become hostile to all outsiders that intrude on their religious practices. These rituals take place inside the church-like structure, and until recently have been entirely unobserved. Attached Addenda Discovery SCP-4476 was initially discovered in late April of 2010, following reports of concern for a "Nälkä family"3 made by several denizens of LoI-504 "La Rue Macabre" during the clean up of the Deepwater incident involving SCP-████. These reports were followed up on by members of MTF Beta-2 "Bayou Boys", and they were eventually able to locate the village. Initial contact was made with the villagers on April 29, 2010. Due to the isolated nature of the area, it was decided that SCP-4476 should be contained in its original location. Site-93A was established utilizing the clean up effort as cover, and remains there to this day. While SCP-4476-1 mostly ignored the Foundation presence, no headway was made in successfully establishing a permanent research presence, primarily due to the difficulty presented by the language barrier. Upon a request by Site Director Stanley Arthur, the Foundation Oversight Committee agreed to bring in Dr. Isabelle Beaumont, a local anthropologist that had previously shown marked success in developing ongoing contact with other local indigenous cultural groups. Her relevant research logs and memorandum are included. + Show Document 4476.doc.01-02 - Close Document Researcher: Dr. Isabelle Beaumont Date: August 8, 2010 Subject: Personal log Despite the obvious heavy-handedness of this "Foundation", I was excited to be involved in this project. I wasn't quite sure what to expect, even after reviewing the documents that Dr. Arthur had provided. I read the reports from Dr. Desmarais, and I admit I still wasn't quite prepared for what I met when I first arrived at the Natau family village. While the obvious physical deformities displayed by the family are a bit unusual, I didn't really see anything to differentiate this family from many other cultural groups in the area. Subsistence farmers, strong ties to the local ecology, communal living arrangements, etc. Even their language, while differing quite a bit in certain verb phrasing and word usage, is not entirely different from other variations of Louisiana French Creole I've encountered before. What really threw me off was their Temple. The Natau refer to it as sak Kiraak, which according to the lexicon given to me by Dr. Arthur means roughly "holy (or sacred) temple", with connotations of it being alive. I thought that that would mean that it was made of living plant matter, grown directly from the swamp. I couldn't have been more wrong. I don't think I can do this. Researcher: Dr. Isabelle Beaumont Date: August 9, 2010 Subject: Personal log After giving it a lot of thought and drinking copious amounts of tea, I've decided that weird as they are, the Natau represent an excellent opportunity to study a cultural group that has so far been undocumented by modern anthropological science. I had no idea that such an unknown group could exist in the United States! Anyway, even with the revulsion that I feel towards their Temple, it is my job to document it to the best of my ability. The building itself is rather small, covering an area of roughly 47 square meters. Like the other Natau structures, it stands on pilings driven into the swamp, but it is only connected to the rest of the platform by a short bridge made from strands of sinew and supported by "planks" of bone. The pilings themselves look like grotesquely extended arms with fused elbow joints. The "hands" are splayed quite widely across the soft ground of the area beneath it, with the "fingers" disappearing into the turf remarkably similarly to a trees' root structure. There are no window openings into the interior, and the only entrance appears to be a large sphincter in the side facing the rest of the Natau settlement. We've not been allowed to remain during the Natau holy day, so I haven't been able to get a peek inside. Not sure if I want to, really. The accessible portion of the building stands about nine feet tall at its highest point, and is in a rough oblong shape, giving it somewhat of a "quanset hut" appearance. For some reason looking at it for too long gives me a bit of a headache, and I had no desire to get a closer view. The Natau clearly didn't want me to anyway, so that was a bit of a relief. Despite Dr. Beaumont's initial hesitation, significant progress was made towards understanding SCP-4476-1 and their way of life. After several months of study and interaction, Dr. Beaumont was able to give valuable insight into their language and cultural heritage. The bulk of Dr. Beaumont's notes and reference materials has been omitted for brevity, but are available upon request. In June of 2011, Dr. Beaumont made a request on behalf of SCP-4476-1 for a semi-permanent generator, as well as lighting, an electric stove, and a refrigeration unit. After a series of exchanges between Dr. Beaumont and Dr. Arthur, this request was granted. This marked a significant turn in the Foundation's relationship with SCP-4476-1, and Dr. Beaumont began spending most of her time at the village. + Show Document 4476.doc.23 - Close Document Researcher: Dr. Isabelle Beaumont Date: June 19, 2011 Subject: Personal log I think that I've finally been accepted by La Famille Natau. I've been spending a lot of time at the village speaking to the younger members of the family, and I've even been able to take part in some of their meals and daily rituals. They still wont let me stay during their holy day, but I think that might also change. After getting the Foundation to put in the generator and lights, I think that the Family has begun to see the benefit of having me around. I also think that I'm beginning to understand the differences between the Manmas Natau, at least in how they reference them. There is a definite sequence to their pregnancies; only one of them carries a child at any one time. Whichever one is pregnant, the others begin referring to her as "Manma Nutaa", which is close enough to Manma Natau that I think that most would simply chock it up to a slip of the tongue. But on a hunch I looked into it, and "nutaa" is close enough to be the late Adytite "nüta", which is their word for sorceress or shaman. This cannot be a coincidence, and it is significant in unlocking more of their cultural mysteries. It took some convincing, but I managed to persuade the current Manma Nutaa to sit down with me for a more structured interview. Now let's see if I have enough of a grasp on their dialect to translate it for the other Foundation researchers. On June 20th, 2011, Dr. Beaumont conducted an interview with one of the SCP-4476-1A instances. The interview was conducted in the local dialect of Louisiana Creole and was translated by Dr. Beaumont. A portion of that translation follows: Interviewed: Manma Nutaa, Resident of SCP-4476 Interviewer: Dr. Isabelle Beaumont, SCP-4476 Head Researcher Foreword: This is the first time that any of the Manmas Natau have consented to sit down for a structured interview. While I've talked with them several times, they've remained reluctant to share much. <Begin Log, 06/20/11 - 10:18> Dr. Beaumont: Thank you, Manma, for sitting down with me. M. Nutaa: You're welcome, meeña.4 Dr. Beaumont: I'd like to ask you a bit about your history, how long you've been here, and- M. Nutaa: [Interrupting] You would not believe me, meeña. None of the children of this new land ever do, even Old Man Nancy5 does not believe. Dr. Beaumont: Perhaps, but I would like to know your stories, your tales, anyway. M. Nutaa: I remember the burning towers of Gyaros as we sailed away. Karcist Meksa wanted to go Kythera, to reunite with our beloved Ion, but we could not. Dr. Beaumont: I'm not sure what that means, Manma. M. Nutaa: It was long ago. Before even your ancestors knew of this land. Dr. Beaumont: That is hard to believe, but I will try and follow along. M. Nutaa: A storm ravaged the Aegean, and we were swept past the Great Rock, and into the endless waters of the Western Sea. We were lost, adrift. Our ship had been injured, and it took everything Karcist Meksa could do just to keep us alive. Eventually we landed in the far North, where we tried to make a place for ourselves. Dr. Beaumont: Why didn't you just try and go home? M. Nutaa: We all knew that the Grand Karcist had fallen, meeña. There was no home to return to. Dr. Beaumont: Ok, I guess. Go on. M. Nutaa: I told you that you would not believe. Let's talk of other things. Dr. Beaumont: Um, all right. I've noticed your family rarely gets sick. Would you mind telling me about that? M. Nutaa: Ion has blessed us, meeña. We use His gift to keep the älaakt6 safe from the small things in the waters. Dr. Beaumont: Ion? Is that the Nälkä divinity? M. Nutaa: No, no, not like that. The Grand Karcist is our Intercessor. He taught us the Way, and showed us how to be more. We keep to His ways, and we shape our älaakt to become a Vessel for His Return. Dr. Beaumont: I am confused. You said that your Grand Karcist fell. Is "Ion" the name you give to your current Grand Karcist? M. Nutaa: Yes, and no. Beloved Ion is no longer of this world, but He is still with us, in our blood, in the Way. He is our only Grand Karcist, and He will Return to guide all of His children to Adytum. We seek purity in order to join Him when the time comes. Dr. Beaumont: You mentioned Karcist Meksa, I know the term "Karcist" is akin to "Priest". What happened to him? M. Nutaa: Now you return to things you will not believe. Another time? Dr. Beaumont: Ok, Manma. Let's talk about fishing perhaps? <Extraneous conversation expunged> After several more successful interviews, mostly involving details of the daily life of SCP-4476-1, Dr. Beaumont was invited to participate in a birthing ritual. Her request to attend was initially denied by the Site Director, but that decision was overruled by the Oversight Committee in the interest of gaining more information regarding the activities of SCP-4476-1. + Show Document 4476.doc.41 - Close Document Researcher: Dr. Isabelle Beaumont Date: September 8, 2011 Subject: Personal log I was finally given a chance to observe one of the Natau's religious ceremonies. It was quite a fight for me to get permission to attend, and I guess that Dr. Arthur was overruled by someone higher up the chain than him. Even then, he wanted to send a group of the Bayou Boys with me, but I flatly refused. Manma Nutaa was quite clear that only I was allowed to attend, and she wouldn't let me take any equipment in with me. I can only imagine what would have happened if a group of Foundation operatives tried to bully their way in with me. In the end, there was nothing for anyone to worry about. The ritual was only a little stranger than some of the other birthing practices I've observed in the past. Well, maybe a lot stranger, but I was still in no danger. The inside of the Kiraak was pretty much what I expected. The walls pulsed, and when the sphincter opened, I swear it was like walking down the throat of some huge animal. I'm used to moist, warm air, I've been living in the swamp for years. But… it was different. It had a smell to it that… The whole building was a single room centered around a small pool built grown into the floor. I wasn't certain, but I think the liquid in the pool was some analogue to amniotic fluid, it certainly had a similar viscosity. and smell The entire room was lit by numerous small candles that were placed in small niches in the walls. When everyone had gathered inside, there wasn't much room to move around. It also got quite warm, and I regretted not adopting the Natau practice of participating mostly nude. When everyone had gathered and the "door" had closed, the ritual began. The four non-pregnant Manma Natau stood around the pool and assisted Manma Nutaa as she climbed into it. After she was settled, everyone sat on the floor and began to chant. It took hours, and I felt every minute of it. The air was stiflingly hot, and I had difficulty breathing. Nothing much seemed to change for quite a while, then Manma Nutaa began to struggle with the birthing process. I have no idea how many children she's given birth to over the years, but I could clearly see that the process was quite painful for her. Each time she pushed, she would grunt in agony, and the rest of the Natau would chant louder. There was an energy to it that I can't describe, and I felt myself carried along with it. Eventually everything came to a climax, and she was able to finally give birth. I must admit, I was enthralled by the whole affair, but when Manma Natau lifted the baby from the flui pool, I was horrified. I cannot describe what I saw. Suffice it to say that the child was a stillbirth. Afterwards I was told that most of the children born to the Natau don't survive. They either are stillbirths or they die a few days later. Either way, the infant mortality rate is really high and… Well, they use the babies to feed the kiraak, and that's all I'm going to say about that. Addendum Update - 07/12/2013: Dr. Beaumont was invited to participate in an overnight ritual with SCP-4476-1. She indicated that she had been "invited to join the Family", and expressed interest. She assured Dr. Arthur that this was standard practice within many indigenous peoples, and it would be a formality that would be rude to ignore. The next morning, Dr. Beaumont failed to return from her stay with SCP-4476-1. On the morning of July 11th, four members of MTF Beta-2 "Bayou Boys" raided SCP-4476 with the objective of either retrieving Dr. Beaumont or ascertaining her status. The following is a transcript of that raid from the viewpoint of the team lead, Sgt. Arnaud. + Transcript of Incident 4476.inc.01 - Hide Transcript Exploration Video Log Transcript Date: 07/11/2013 Exploration Team: MTF Beta-2 "Bayou Boys" Subject: Search and rescue of Dr. Isabelle Beaumont from SCP-4476 Team Lead: Sergeant Nicolas Arnaud, "Alpha" [BEGIN LOG] Alpha: Preparing insertion. Check comms and equipment, Boys. <Several members of Beta-2 are seen checking their equipment and their communication devices. Alpha's viewpoint briefly shifts to the helicopter's door where SCP-4476 can be seen in the near distance> Delta: I hate dat we're all called boys. Alpha: Take it up with command, Delta. You weren't around when Beta-2 was formed. <The viewpoint returns to the door, then shifts back to the team as the helicopter slows> Alpha: All right boys and girl. We've all been briefed on the game plan. Stick together, we shouldn't have any problems until we try and enter the Temple. Beta, you're on point, Gamma take up rear. Delta, you're our cutter if the "door" doesn't open for us. Delta: <Sighs> Alpha: Remember, non-lethal if you can, but we've been cleared to go hot if we have to. <The helicopter lands, and the team hikes the short distance to SCP-4476. SCP-4476-1 seems to mostly ignore them, until they draw closer to the temple. An SCP-4476-1A instance is seen pointing their way, and Alpha looks back towards Beta> Alpha: Looks like they're taking notice of us. Beta, go. <Beta jogs across the bridge to the temple, Alpha and Delta close behind. Several shouts are heard from behind, and Alpha's viewpoint swivels around to catch several SCP-4476-1 running towards them, each clutching farming implements.> Alpha: Gamma, keep them off our six. Delta, go for insertion. <Delta moves ahead carrying a ████████. She pushes it into the skin around the sphincter, causing her to be coated in gore. After a few seconds, a hole large enough for the team to enter has been cut into the side of the building.> Alpha: Beta, you're up. <The viewpoint swivels again at the sound of gunfire, just in time to see Gamma lowering his rifle. Two of SCP-4476-1 are down, and the rest have backed away. Alpha turns back to push his way through the opening behind Beta.> Alpha: Delta, stay outside and keep Gamma company. We shouldn't be long. <The inside of the temple is dimly lit, and the view is partially obscured by viscera. Beta can be seen standing near the pool, staring at the wall.> Beta: Fuck, Sarge. Is that…? <Alpha's view turns away from Beta where Dr. Beaumont is seen partially absorbed by the wall.> Alpha: Shit, check for vitals. <Alpha turns back towards the opening as Beta steps past to check on Dr. Beaumont.> Beta: She's alive, boss. She- <Beta is interrupted by a coughing noise from Dr. Beaumont. Alpha swings back towards the noise and steps forward. Dr. Beaumont's limbs are almost fully absorbed into the wall, vein-like tendrils snaking from the wall into the exposed skin around her shoulders, torso, and face. A gaping wound can be seen in her lower abdomen, exposing portions of her hip and lower intestine.> Dr. Beaumont: <Gasping> This… <Cough> isn't what it looks like. Alpha: Christ, what the fuck is it supposed to be? We'll get you out of there, hold on. Dr. Beaumont: No! Don't! <She coughs again, blood frothing at the corners of her mouth> They… They wanted me to join the Family. They… wanted me to become… part of Manma Natau. I… went willingly. I just… wasn't strong enough. <Muffled gunshots are heard from outside.> Delta: Sarge, hurry up in dere, it looks like da whole damn town is fixin' to come down on us. Alpha: Like hell I'm leavin' you here, Doc. Beta, cut her down and let's get the fuck out of here. <Beta steps up and begins cutting Dr. Beaumont free. She struggles for a moment, then appears to pass out. Beta finishes cutting her free, and he pulls her loose from the wall> Alpha: We've retrieved the Doc, now fucking move people. I don't wanna hang out here any longer than we have to. <The team quickly extracts to the waiting helicopter, following three more brief exchanges with SCP-4476-1, resulting in the incapacitation of three 4476-1 individuals> [END LOG] Dr. Beaumont was taken directly to the Site 93A infirmary where she was pronounced dead. As per protocol, an autopsy was performed and her cause of death was listed as "massive exsanguination due to improper surgical procedure." Also of note is that her uterus and reproductive organs were missing in toto and were never recovered. From the data retrieved from Dr. Beaumont's notes, it is believed that SCP-4476-1A were attempting to "harvest" genetic material from Dr. Beaumont in order to integrate her into the family. Update - 07/24/2013: An additional iteration of SCP-4476-1A has been observed. It should also be noted that all six iterations are showing signs of pregnancy. All further contact with SCP-4476 has been restricted until further notice. Act I: Et Ecce Equus Pallidus | In Memoria, Adytum Footnotes 1. A local variation of Symplocarpus foetidus 2. See attached document 4476.doc.01 for details on the nature of the anomaly 3. "Nälkä" denotes the Sarkic faith 4. A derivative of mińä, a proto-urallic word meaning "young woman". Most of the Natau use it in reference to me. 5. A central figure in La Rue Macabre 6. Proto-Urallic derivative, means "children" or "child"
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by stormbreath Item #: SCP-4477 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4477 itself is to be treated under current standards for coma patients at Humanoid Site-06, in the Coma Wing. One member of MTF Y-36 Subforce 1 is to be stationed next to SCP-4477 from 00:00 Friday EST/EDT1 until SCP-4477 vocalizes. They are then to record all such vocalizations. MTF Y-36 ("The Party Crashers") is to act as the primary containment for SCP-4477, as per their instructions regarding SCP-4477, which have been reproduced below: Mobile Task Force Upsilon-Thirty-Six "The Party-Crashers" Mobile Task Force Upsilon-36 is to be stationed out of Site-88, which is located within a two-hour flight radius of all potential SCP-4477 Active Events. MTF-Δ22 is to be on constant standby for deployment during the period that SCP-4477 events may occur, as monitored by MTF Y-36 Subforce 1 ("No Invite"). MTF Y-36 Subforce 1 ("No Invite") is, following the beginning of an SCP-4477 Active Event, to arrive at the location of the Active Event and covertly monitor the Active Event, in order to gain information on the age range of the gathering, and to determine the nature of the event and create a plan for further action. MTF Y-36 Subforce 2 ("Weather Report") is to then attempt to cause the cancellation or postponement of the event. Most commonly, this involves either faking a natural disaster that would disrupt the event or masquerading as law enforcement officers, disincentivizing the actual occurrence of the event. Should Subforce 2 be unsuccessful at disrupting the event prior to it beginning, MTF Y-36 Subforce 3 ("Darn Kids") is to be deployed into the event itself. Subforce 3 is to be composed of personnel 21 years of age or younger, in order to easily assimilate into the event. The Ethics Committee has approved the following as viable and ethical sources of personnel for Subforce 3: Instances of D-1680 of an appropriate age. D-Class recruited from refugee and/or civilian populations under Protocol 12. Infants created through the use of URA-8171 ("Sowing Circle") not terminated or otherwise used in the containment of another SCP. Subforce 3 is to then infiltrate the event, and attempt to either sabotage it internally or to provide reconnaissance for the other members of MTF Y-36 as they prepare for Contingency-4477-A. Contingency-4477-A involves the deployment of MTF Y-36 Subforce 4 ("Blackout Drunks") to the event in question. Subforce 4 is to secure all witnesses of the SCP-4477 Active Event and administer a Class B Amnestic to them, to remove any memory of the SCP-4477 Active Event. Depending on the presence of alcohol at the event or not, implanting false memories may not be necessary. Should MTF Y-36 fail to secure an Active Event, the Department of Analytics is to censor any potential media references involving SCP-4477, as soon as they become publically available online. It is then — depending on the severity of the SCP-4477 Active Event — to deploy MTF R-16 ("Emergent Intelligence") to the uploader of such a file, in order to administer a Class A Amnestic to any involved. Description: SCP-4477 is an anomalous humanoid resembling common American cultural religious depictions of Jesus Christ.2 SCP-4477 is currently in a coma and has been for the past twenty-five years. As current medical technology is not capable of prematurely ending a coma safely, SCP-4477 cannot be roused from this coma. It is currently believed that SCP-4477 has anomalous properties which allow it to remain in this coma indefinitely. Once per week, on either Friday or Saturday, an Active Event will occur. This begins with SCP-4477 saying the name of a specific youth social gathering in the Southeastern United States,3 along with enough information as to easily locate the party. SCP-4477 vocalizes as such exactly six hours before the beginning of said social gatherings. All such gatherings referred to in such a way involve the consumption of food communally and were planned at least seventy-two hours in advance. The average age of such a social gathering has also been under twenty-three in all recorded events, with an attendance of over ten. During the specified social gathering, SCP-4477-1 instances will manifest whenever any two individuals of opposite biological sex are closer than thirty centimeters apart. SCP-4477-1 are physically identical to SCP-4477,4 and will manifest 1-2 meters behind the couple of opposite biological sex. Instances will physically intervene between the couple and say "Leave room for Jesus!". They will then remain immobile except to remain between the couple, demanifesting when the couple moves more than thirty centimeters apart. Notably, this only occurs for couples of opposite biological sex, regardless of any actual sexual or romantic attraction. Opposite-sex couples who have a purely platonic relationship, are of the same social gender or are legally married are still affected. Couples of the same biological sex (even those engaged in any form of copulation) are never affected. Footnotes 1. Whichever is currently in usage. 2. Such depictions have been determined to be highly inaccurate by the Department of Temporal Anomalies. 3. The specific states affected are Alabama, Florida, Georgia, Louisiana, Mississippi, North Carolina, South Carolina, and Tennessee. 4. Any scar tissue or physical trauma are also identical in appearance, even if inflicted during an Active Event. See Experiment Log-4477-ST16M4T4. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4477" by stormbreath, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4477. 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-4478
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keter
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Item №: SCP-4478 ::. load_trigger? --------------------------------- ::x_tuple&& $s04545-6722-01:.&& :]]&& 14° 33e° 01^ . DECLIVITY --------------------------------- mnestic_trigger_loaded information_unsuppressed Partial view of SCP-4478. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4478 is contained on-site at the University of Warwick, under guise of a maintenance hallway. The inside of Zone Penrose has been coated with containment-grade steel plating, with entry limited to a covert subterranean tunnel. All previous exits have been sealed. Access to Zone Penrose is forbidden to personnel without Level 5/GRADIBUS philosophical certification. While SCP-4478 is a former staircase, Zone Penrose itself possesses no relation to stairs. Subtle memetic transfer agents embedded within ~5.2% of all Foundation media1 contain this fact, which all relevant Foundation personnel should now possess knowledge of. The above trigger will have relieved your subconscious suppression of the knowledge, and the fact that Zone Penrose possesses no relation to stairs will persist in your short-term memory until your relationship with the SCP-4478 containment system is terminated. Description: SCP-4478 is an indeterminate and partially undefined space within the University of Warwick, England. Originally a flight of stairs, SCP-4478 spontaneously developed a growth in ontology and a leakage of literary properties into the surrounding environment — although it has grown in size since initial containment, it has not yet expanded out of Zone Penrose due to the orchestrated incompatibility of the two semantic fields2. Because of the inherent hazards posed by stairs, and the exacerbation of these hazards within SCP-4478, entry into the region by living and/or sapient personnel is not recommended. SCP-4478 currently contains 44 persons, of whom 16 are deceased and 28 are missing in action. The following is a record of known dissociated properties of SCP-4478. Property type Assumed property description Target(s) of property Effect Metaphor Stairs as journey Self (SCP-4478/stairs in general) Portions of the target randomly extend, branch, and halt unexpectedly, in defiance of physical constraints. Flights of stairs travelled at different times will lead to different destinations. Subtext "Stairs are simple compared to other methods of vertical movement, suggesting a lack of technological advancement" Subjects within SCP-4478 Targets will have their knowledge of concepts more advanced than stairs slowly erased by long-term exposure to SCP-4478. No other methods of vertical movement (including escalators, lifts, and jumping) are able to exist conceptually within SCP-4478. Simile "Stairs are like humans; both climb upwards without leaving their starting position" Goals and aspirations of subjects within SCP-4478 Targets are physically represented as staircases, with the base acting as the individual's immovable reality. Climbing these staircases results in individuals entering their own aspirations recursively. Implication "The existence of stairs suggests an eventual destination which is either lesser or greater than one's current position" Abstract reality Within SCP-4478, the target continuously expands and segments into 'upper' and 'lower' components, which subdivide recursively. Staircases are the only physical objects capable of transitioning between these areas while remaining unaffected by them. Personnel within a dividing area will have biomass split evenly amongst the resultant sub-areas. Metaphor Stairs as ascension Self (SCP-4478/stairs in general) Small portions of the target represent a method of ascension to a (presumed) higher plane of reality. No persons have ever returned from such ascensions, though locations of prior ascensions can be distinguished by the faint sounds of laughter, classical piano music, indistinct voices, and repetitive wet thuds. Foreshadowing "The existence of stairs portents a fall" Any or all entities related to, or interacting with, stairs Not yet known. Footnotes 1. Including all general-purpose training materials and all documents regarding SCP-4478. 2. As detailed in this article's Special Containment Procedures.
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SCP-4479
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safe
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SCP-4479 Item #: SCP-4479 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4479 is kept within a standard Safe lockbox, placed at the bottom of a 30 m vertical shaft in Site-31's lowest floor. This area is not to have any temporary or permanent doors leading to it. Any new entrances to SCP-4479-1 are to be secured and sealed with concrete immediately after discovery. Description: SCP-4479 is a polished brass doorknob. When SCP-4479 makes contact with a door door-like structure, it will affix itself to the surface of the structure as if attracted by magnetism. Once affixed, the structure can then be opened by simply turning SCP-4479, regardless of preexisting doorknobs, locks or obstructions that would prevent this. Opening a structure using SCP-4479 leads to a pocket dimension, designated SCP-4479-1. The nature and size of SCP-4479-1 vary depending on the specific portal used; the interior walls of SCP-4479-1 are usually similar in composition to the material of the portal. Testing Log 4479.1 ACCESS GRANTED Test Number: 003 Procedure: SCP-4479 affixed to jammed breach gate in Corridor 12. Gate had previously malfunctioned due to debris from prior breach becoming lodged in the mechanism. Results: Gate slid fully open, leading to a large space resembling a Standard Containment Chamber. Debris originally found in the gate lay in one corner of the room. Test Number: 008 Procedure: Safe welded shut and locking mechanism broken beyond repair. SCP-4479 affixed. Results: Door of safe opens without resistance. Resultant SCP-4479-1 instance composed of interlocking gears and steel plate. At the far end of the space, a second, sealed safe door was visible. Test Number: 037 Procedure: Unscheduled; SCP-4479 accidentally affixed to Researcher Mendoza's eyelid during inspection. Results: Turning and moving SCP-4479 generated an SCP-4479-1 instance accessible through Researcher Mendoza's eye socket. Imaging of this space via endoscopy tube revealed a spherical space approximately 1.5 m in radius, lined with veins and coated in vitreous humor. Test Number: 062 Procedure: SCP-4479 affixed to large, flat rock on a hillside. Results: Turning SCP-4479 allowed one end of the rock to be lifted with ease, as if on a hinge. This revealed a trapdoor-like opening under the rock that was not previously present; this opening led to a cavern approximately 2500 m3 in size. Test Number: 119 Procedure: A standalone door was set up in an open field and SCP-4479 affixed. Results: Door opened to an SCP-4479-1 instance composed of aluminum similar to that of the doorframe. A single wooden door was present at the opposite end. See Addendum 4479.2. Addendum 4479.2: In an attempt to explore SCP-4479-1, exploration specialist D-11424 was deployed to map out the pocket dimension. D-11424 was provided with a standard communications, a backpack with one day's worth of rations, and a tether mounted in baseline reality. Exploration Log 4479 ACCESS GRANTED <Begin Log> D-11424 enters SCP-4479-1 and approaches the back door with SCP-4479 in hand. D-11424: So, you just want me to attach the door knob to the door, and open it. Command: No. Try to open it normally first. D-11424: Right, right. D-11424 tries to open the door using the door knob currently attached to it. It does not open. D-11424: It's locked. [pointing to a keyhole below the door knob] Looks like I don't have the key. Command: Alright, now try it with the other door knob. D-11424 retrieves a screwdriver from his pack and unscrews the door knob that is attached to the door. Then, he places SCP-4479 in the slot. After screwing SCP-4479 into the door, he turns it and opens the door. D-11424: So… you just want me to enter the door? Command: Yes. Is there something wrong with that? D-11424: No no! I'm just more used to ominous caves or whirlpools. I guess I'm just more of a holes guy than a door guy. Command: There's a first time for everything then. D-11424: Alright, I'll get going. D-11424 enters the door. Inside is a chamber where the walls, floor and ceiling all consist of wooden doors lined against each other, each within its own frame. The doorknobs attached to each of the doors are identical to SCP-4479. D-11424 detaches SCP-4479 from the first door and places it in his pack. D-11424: Wow. It's like I'm in Middle Earth. Command: Excuse me? D-11424: Well, everywhere I look there's just Mordor. Command: Why do we let you do this again? Just tell us what's in the damn room. D-11424: Nah, it's just me and these… D-11424 walks into the center of the chamber, and crouches down. He smells the doors on the ground. Command: What are you doing? D-11424: I used to do some carpentry. Command: So you're some sort of door whisperer? D-11424 knocks on the door. D-11424: Yes, and I'd like that noted on my quarters when I get back. D-11424 moves to the walls and begins knocking and smelling the doors there. D-11424: Oak. Command: Excuse me? D-11424: They're all made out of oak. Command: Oh! Noted. Umm… but do any of them open? D-11424: Getting to that. D-11424 opens one of the doors on the walls, and enters a location resembling a self-storage facility. Corrugated metal lifting doors line both sides of a long hallway. The hallway. D-11424 continues down this hallway for 300 m, before reaching the end and entering a new room. It is identical to the previous room except instead of wooden doors, all of the doors are metallic, and in the middle of the room there is a a structure resembling a table, with the legs being made out of door frames, and the top being an entire door itself. D-11424: Heh, looks like they put furniture in this one. Command: Well, if you're feeling adventurous, we have more ideas for tests you could perform. D-11424: Ooh, adventure. I'm all ears. Command: Try the knob on the table door. D-11424: On it. D-11424 walks to the table, and attaches SCP-4479 to the top of it. He rotates SCP-4479 and pulls, which causes the door to rotate in place even though there is nothing securing it to its current location. D-11424 retrieves SCP-4479 and steps through the door. He is suddenly rotated 90 degrees and deposited on the floor of another similar room. In this room, all of the doors appear to be made of glass, and do not have hinges or door knobs. In the center of the room is a pylon with a blue button with a standard handicap icon. D-11424: [standing up and dusting himself off] Ouch. Command: Are you ok? D-11424: Yeah, just sorta fell on my face there a little. You want to do more experiments? Command: Actually, I think that's all we need for now. D-11424: You sure? There's a really interesting button here. D-11424 approaches the button. Command: We're sure, D-11424. Do not push the button. D-11424: Well, I'm going to push it off the record then. D-11424 pushes the button. All of the doors in the room open simultaneously, including the doors in the floor which D-11424 is standing on. D-11424 falls into another room from the ceiling, however the footage is too blurry to adequately distinguish features of the room before it passes out of view. D-11424: God, that's twice in one outing. Once the camera regains focus, it is apparent that D-11424 is in a confined space, without any source of light. D-11424 retrieves a flashlight from his pack, and turns it on. The space is illuminated, and shown to be a revolving door slightly larger than D-11424. The door wings and floor are made out of tinted glass, while the perimeter is metallic. D-11424's tether is clamped in between where the left and right walls meet. Command: I— I said not to touch it! D-11424: My curiosity got the better of me. Command: You are going to be disciplined once you get out for disobeying orders. D-11424: I know, I know. Just trying to get out for the moment. Command: Fine. Where do you think you are? D-11424: I think I'm trapped in a revolving door? Like it's supposed to still be rotating but the tether jammed it. Command: Actually— one moment. D-11424: Take as many as you need. Not exactly going anywhere. Mumbling can be overheard from Command. Command: Alright, since you're still in there, we're going to try another experiment. D-11424: Oh, you're spoiling me. Command: You're still being disciplined when you get back. It's just… convenient. D-11424: Lay it on me chief. Command: Do you still have the door knob? D-11424 pulls SCP-4479 out of his pack. D-11424: Right here. Command: Ok, so try to affix it to the left door part of the revolving door. D-11424: What's the worst that could happen? D-11424 affixes SCP-4479 to the glass. Command: You of all people should know better than to say that. D-11424 turns SCP-4479, and pulls. The glass wall moves 20° before getting stuck, and cracking slightly. D-11424 pulls harder. D-11424: Come on, you cheap… D-11424 attempts to squeeze in through the gap, but the glass wall shatters completely. D-11424 falls forward through the resulting opening and lands on another large wooden door. SCP-4479 lands approximately 10 m away. As he regains his footing, he turns around, and the camera is able to refocus and view a larger space. This space is filled with constructs that resemble oversized interlocking gears, with entire doors in place of spokes. Nearly all "gears" are moving steadily. D-11424: Ow. D-11424 picks up SCP-4479 and walks to the center of the gear he is standing on. D-11424: Right, OK. We're talking at least four, five hundred meters in any direction, but there's too many gears to make out any kind of horizon. Come to think of it, I have no idea how I'm able to see anything; there's no sky or visible light source anywhere. Do you want me to try the knob again or just explore for a bit? Command: Yes, keep scouting this area for now. D-11424: You got it. D-11424 places SCP-4479 back in his pack and climbs onto an adjacent, vertical gear, riding it upward. A loud creaking noise is heard. A bright white light appears from behind D-11424, who turns around. A large, indeterminate metal object comes into view in the air above D-11424. D-11424 jumps from door spoke to door spoke in an attempt to reach the object. As the object pulls away from D-11424, he is able to climb on top of the object. It retracts through a large glowing portal, which temporarily oversaturates the camera. D-11424: Can't this thing just leave me on my feet for once? It's all falling over and scraping up my knees with this place. When the camera readjusts to the lighting around it, D-11424 is lying on the ground of what appears to be a large warehouse with a concrete floor and walls. The ceiling is not visible from the ground. D-11424 stands up. D-11424: Woah. Command: What is it now? D-11424: That's a lot of doors. Command: How many? D-11424: I dunno man, I'm no mathematician. Just imagine you stole all the doors from the whole world. This place is so huge I can't see the ceiling or the far walls. Command: Before you explore, can you identify where you came in through? D-11424 turns around. D-11424: … shit. Not really, the tether stretches off into the horizon. How much line do we even have?! Command: Never mind that. Do any doors in particular look suitable to start with? D-11424: Hang on, I think I hear something. Like a thumping, or knocking. D-11424 approaches the eleventh door, henceforth DOOR-K. D-11424: I think it's snoring? [to DOOR-K] Hello? DOOR-K: [DOOR-K opens and closes in time with the spoken words] Huh? What? D-11424 jumps back. D-11424: What the hell? DOOR-K: Who dare disturb me from my slumber? D-11424: A talking door. Sure, ok. DOOR-K: Of course I'm a door, commoner. What else would I be? D-11424: Were you… always a door? DOOR-K: I don't know, were you always simple-minded? D-11424: I'm just gonna go find another door. DOOR-K: Wait! I don't get many visitors… may I frame my tale for you? D-11424: No thanks, I'm— Command: Listen to it. D-11424: Fine. [to DOOR-K] Go on. DOOR-K: This tale begins many, many years ago. Before I took the form that you see here today. I was once like you, a lost, wandering, slightly unhinged man. D-11424: You were once a human? DOOR-K: Excuse me, but this is my story, so sit back and pay attention, you knob. Yes, I was once a man. I came across an artifact. At the time I knew not that my entire destiny hinged on its discovery. D-11424: Heh… hinged. DOOR-K: A knob! Which I placed at the portal of my life and turned to open a door to a new life! I learned something, you see. D-11424 holds up SCP-4479. D-11424: Was it anything like this one? DOOR-K: Not at all. Yet all knobs are the same, in the end. Also mine was gold and fancier. Anyway! I ventured through doors and behind doors and then further still to the Doors-Beyond-Doors and the Doors-Which-Are-Not-Doors, deeper and deeper, until I paid the terrible price for my discovery. D-11424: And that's when you turned into a door. DOOR-K: Ah! Despite my being a door you're making it incredibly difficult to open up to you! Yes, since you decided to ruin my escalation. But I have found, that when God closes one door, he opens a window. Or, in my case, another door. D-11424: What does that even mean? DOOR-K: Enough! I have entertained this intrusion long enough. Now to return to my peaceful dormancy. D-11424: Wait! At least tell me how to get out of here. DOOR-K: No. D-11424: If you don't, then I'll turn into a door and be stuck in here with you forever. DOOR-K: You make an excellent case. Let me see that doorknob. D-11424: Wait, how can you see? DOOR-K: Through the keyhole. D-11424 moves closer to DOOR-K. DOOR-K: Much closer, boy. I did not retain my glasses when I became a door. D-11424 places the door knob inches away from the keyhole. DOOR-K swings open abruptly, hitting D-11424 in the face. D-11424: Ouch! What the hell? DOOR-K: Have you heard of personal space? D-11424: You're the one who said to come closer! DOOR-K: Wait, hold the knob there. Hmm. Hmmmmm! I think I saw a door with a knob like this, to the right, then left, then about 9 or 10 doors down. D-11424: [rubbing his nose] Thank you. D-11424 walks down the line of doors for five minutes before finding a door with a knob identical to SCP-4479. Command: Wait. D-11424: What? Command: We think the entity you were just speaking to might help with some research involving sentient house-hold objects. D-11424: Ok… Command: Is it possible you could bring it with you? D-11424: You want me to bring back… a door? Command: It was made out of wood right? Can't be that heavy. D-11424: It hit me in the face! Command: Come at it from behind? D-11424 inspects the ground around the closest door. D-11424: They're all bolted to the ground anyways. Command: Fine, fine. Proceed. D-11424 opens the door and enters the original SCP-4479-1 instance he entered from. <End Log>
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SCP-4480
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keter
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Early documentation of SCP-4480 taken by the ASCI. Item #: SCP-4480 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4480 is currently contained within Sam & Carylin Products, a Foundation subsidiary operating exclusively in Derby, Connecticut and staffed entirely by D-Class personnel1, and is believed to be acting as Dr. Sam Edwards. Any noticeable activity from Dr. Sam Edwards is to be investigated, and if Dr. Sam Edwards resigns from their position, the next habitation of SCP-4480 is to be located and secured by Mobile Task Force Psi-7 "Home Improvement". Description: SCP-4480 is a humanoid entity, able to adjust its appearance and produce identification at will. It is known historically to have anomalously affected numerous bureaucratic structures on a worldwide scale, including the Foundation. SCP-4480 forms are always that of a physician selling patent medicine, homeopathic remedies, and mercurial substances with dubious medical value. The gender, sex, race, height, and other physical attributes of SCP-4480 have varied significantly over time depending on the contextual factors of its location. SCP-4480 spends most of its time in a dormant phase, during which it will travel to locations known to be suffering from epidemics of disease, addiction, and mental illness. It is known to be attracted to disease vectors such as factories, shipping centers, or between offices and other bureaucratic structures. SCP-4480 is most attracted to locations where individuals voluntarily or implicitly sacrifice their physical or mental well-being due to perceived economic or societal necessity. SCP-4480 will begin to ingratiate itself among this target's population as a physician, offering its medical services to disease-infected individuals. The results of SCP-4480's treatments have varied, and are not always harmful. This has been attributed to the placebo effect but testing has not confirmed this hypothesis. At irregular intervals, SCP-4480 will begin activity in what is termed "Vex Events." During these events, SCP-4480 will use its positions of power to change policies and/or procedures to create a dangerous or hostile work environment. To clarify, SCP-4480 deliberately creates conditions where lower members of the bureaucratic structure, such as laborers and individual managers, will be exposed to disease and unclean materials. Outbreaks of disease inevitably follow the creation of these dangerous conditions, which further exacerbates the damage. Depending on the number of casualties, fatalities, and the level of misery induced by the Vex Event, SCP-4480 will gain an increased quantity of medical merchandise. SCP-4480 is known to self-medicate and this may be a motivation for its actions. SCP-4480 has consistently denied any involvement with its phenomenon See Addenda. SCP-4480 is known to have caused at least 2 confirmed Vex Events during its time in containment, with several other lesser incidents which could have led to further damages. The motive of SCP-4480, if it has one, is presently unclear. It is unknown how many bureaucratic structures SCP-4480 has infected. See Also: Exploration Log 4480-1 Interview 4480-A: Subject: SCP-4480, self-identified as Dr. Wehrner Interviewer: Researcher Laasko Foreward: In 1922, SCP-4480 had been hired by Researcher Laasko to treat a fabricated illness, in order to lure SCP-4480 into a position in which it could be contained by the Foundation. This is a written transcript taken by a Foundation typist adjacent to the encounter. <Begin Interview> Extraneous communication has been redacted for brevity SCP-4480: You do not appear to be ill, sir, luckily enough. Spanish Flu. Lord, how many ways the Spaniards will find themselves to be the corpse-makers of Earth, I shall never know. Now! I do have several tonics which may be of interest to you, sir, if you would be so kind as to hear them out. SCP-4480 opens a suitcase containing a large quantity of dirty vials with illegible labels. Researcher Laasko: I, heh, um, well, yes, let's hear them, good doctor. SCP-4480: Nervous? Understandable. Of course. Yes. Quite. Indeed. There is good reason, my friend, oh yes, very good reason. All of what I have here may seem to be somewhat odd, but it tends to all sort itself out, hm? Researcher Laasko: What about Dr. Roget? SCP-4480: What about him, sir? Researcher Laasko: Ever since he, well, paid you a visit, he's been quite ill. Vomiting, lumps… hell, it even reminds me of— SCP-4480: Simply a coincidence, old sport. You know he's a busy man, perhaps he merely overworked himself. Now, you seem to be suffering from some kind of headache that I hadn't noticed earlier. Could I persuade you of some Beetle Extract? It's perfect for these kind of things. Researcher Laasko: I swear I recognize you from somewhere. Could you be Dr. Simpson? I remember a friend of mine, who worked at a factory, was talking about a "Dr. Simpson" who gave beetle extract. SCP-4480: Although I'm glad to hear of another physician who shares my approach, that theory is preposterous! I like to consider myself an honest man. Researcher Laasko: I'm beginning to feel better now. Thanks for your help, but I have work to do, and I should be off. SCP-4480: Alright, then, good day, sport. Say, put in a good word for me in with your supervisor, will you? <End Interview> Closing Statement: After the events of this interview, SCP-4480 used its position as a temporary physician within the Foundation to assert that Researcher Laasko was infected with SCP-███ and that he should be terminated as per SCP-███'s containment protocols. This request was vetoed by Site-19's health commissioner. SCP-4480 was later recorded leaving Foundation employment. Addendum: After ██ years without a Vex Event, it was determined that SCP-4480's then-current containment structures were to be established as a successful baseline for future improvements to be built upon. Shortly after this decision was made, SCP-4480 was able to breach containment due to a clerical error leaving its containment chamber unguarded. The following interview then appeared, written in pig's blood on printer paper, within a physical copy of SCP-4480's file: Interview 4480-M: Subject: The Medicine Man Interviewer: The Medicine Man About: A long talk with the self, in order to provide parting words to my friends here at the Fund. ^Start Words^ Me: Hello, handsome. Also Me: Oh, don't put on your charm, you wretch. You owe these fine people an explanation this instant! Guess what, me again: I daresay you're right. But how can I tell them? We've been on good terms for some time now, I don't want them to think I've grown disillusioned. Who can it be now?: It's not really disillusionment if they're just too big. It's not us, it's them. Myself and I: I guess I'd start off by apologizing, right? Could me be: What for? It's just a matter of both us and them following natural instincts. I: suppose you're right. You see, gang, my whole reason for being is to be a cog in the works. At least, that's the loop of life I've used successfully for an awfully long time. Who, me: Quite an awfully long time, but not quite as awful as the time I've spent here. Now me,: Let's not be rude. They've been very hospitable for our every need. I've just: Got to let you know that keeping me locked up is very dangerous to both of us. If I'm not bringing my wares to the unkept masses, they'll be sick. We'll be sick. If you fall, then there aren't going to be many pieces left for us to start over again. That's why I've: We've got to be going now. I promise I'll write, old sport. For the good time's sake. I promise not to break too much on my way out. Conclusion: So long, farewell, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye. In the course of the escape attempt, Site-77 underwent a Vex event. Personnel who came into the proximity of SCP-4480 were overcome by sudden acute influenza. Agents in controlled environment protection suits were able to subdue SCP-4480 following this event. During follow-up research into the breach, SCP-4480 began claiming credit for sickness in senior Foundation personnel and expressed a wish to parlay with the Foundation. In exchange for being permitted the ability to affect organizations outside the Foundation, SCP-4480 would not inflict any anomalous phenomenon on Foundation personnel. This led to the estabishment of the current containment procedures. Currently, SCP-4480's containment procedures are focused on keeping it within a self-contained bubble controlled entirely by the Foundation while maintaining the illusion of freedom. No Vex events have been recorded since present protocols were enacted. Footnotes 1. D-Class are to be subjected to SCP-4480's treatments to ensure its continued cooperation. 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If you like reading my stuff, consider checking out my YouTube Channel for SCP-inspired animations, among other things. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4480" by Anonymous, notgull, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4480. 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-4481
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safe
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Item #: SCP-4481 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4481 is currently stored in a containment hanger at Site-29, where it is undergoing study and restoration. Artifacts recovered from SCP-4481 are stored in Site-29's containment facilities as appropriate. The remains of SCP-4481-A are currently in cold storage at Site-29. These remains are to be inspected once yearly until such a time that the Foundation deems them not worthy of further study. Description: SCP-4481 refers to a piece of extra-universal wreckage which was discovered off of the coast of Florida in February of 1986. SCP-4481 consists of a craft superficially resembling a NASA space shuttle, including the cockpit, one surviving engine, and the dorsal side of the fuselage; a large part of the ventral side is missing, apparently sheared away in a circular pattern at the molecular level. SCP-4481 differs from a NASA shuttle in that it has solid black coloration, a much larger cockpit, and the image of the American Flag on the right tailfin bears only forty-one stars. SCP-4481 contains several items of note, including: Packets of dehydrated banana slices that appear to have been made using the largely-extinct Gros Michel cultivar.1 A rhesus macaque, fused to the inside of its cage; speculated to have been a test animal. Several puppets resembling characters from the American children's program Sesame Street; most are too waterlogged and damaged to identify, but some characters, such as Kermit the Frog, are recognizable. What appears to be part of a passport for a citizen of the Soviet Union, dated 1985, name illegible. SCP-4481-A was the sole surviving crew member aboard SCP-4481. SCP-4481-A is a costume resembling the character of "Big Bird" from Sesame Street, albeit with several discrepancies. The feathers on the costume are white and blue as opposed to solid yellow. The eyes of the costume are heterochromatic, and contain small cameras of unknown use. Prior to 1987, the cameras continuously broadcast a signal that was picked up in Boston, MA. The head of the costume contains advanced motors and hydraulics that are out-of-place for 1986. The costume is styled to be wearing a suit similar in appearance to a contemporary NASA EVA suit. Emblems present on the suit claim to be part of the "Muppets in Space" initiative aboard the shuttle "Excelsior". A nameplate on the suit reads "B. BIRD". SCP-4481-A was found in the flooded cockpit of SCP-4481, attempting to drown itself. When SCP-4481-A was alive, it was capable of muffled vocalization, most of which were pleas for death; interviews conducted during this time provided no gainful information. SCP-4481-A successfully drowned itself before it could be recovered. An autopsy conducted on SCP-4481-A produced the following findings: No solid muscular or skeletal structures were present. Several pieces of soft tissue, believed to be organs, were found in a soup of fluid— mostly blood and sweat —at the lowest point of the thoracic cavity. What is believed to have once been the skull of the individual inside SCP-4481-A was found to have integrated itself into the heart. Cranial and cardiac matter intersected in this manner would have caused severe pain to the subject while they were alive. One .475 bullet, origin unclear. Powder burn found on exterior of costume indicates a recent injury at time of recovery, but no firearm has been discovered near SCP-4481's location of recovery in the intervening years. A ziplock bag containing a crayon drawing on 5x8 writing paper, depicting SCP-4481-A alongside several figures that resemble characters on Sesame Street. SCP-4481-A is dressed in an astronaut's uniform. The drawing is signed "Johnny, Age 5". Six other suits belonging to the crew of SCP-4481 were found in the cockpit alongside SCP-4481-A. These all contained a soup of tissue and organs similar to what was found inside SCP-4481-A. In addition, there is evidence of human tissue being integrated into the structure of these suits; whether or not the crew survived this process in a manner similar to SCP-4481-A is unclear. Footnotes 1. Largely rendered extinct due to a fungal blight in the 1950s. The most commonly available variety of banana in the baseline is of the Cavendish cultivar. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4481" by (user deleted), from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4481. 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-4482
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thaumiel
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Item #: SCP-4482 Special Containment Procedures: Due to SCP-4482's usefulness to the Foundation, containment has been deemed unnecessary. Description: SCP-4482 is Foundation Personnel Star Villa. SCP-4482 can only be contacted via a mobile device connected to any Foundation Site communication network. As of 08/25/20██ (the date of Foundation Personnel Star Villa's disappearance), SCP-4482's physical form has been deemed virtually untraceable. SCP-4482 claims to still possess a physical form but is also unaware of its location. In addition, if this physical form does exist, it evidently does not require food or water, and apparently does not experience any other bodily processes. Attempts to trace where SCP-4482 is calling from have been unsuccessful. Due to SCP-4482's ability to manifest anywhere within the Foundation communication network, it has proven beneficial as an aid in alerting of and preventing dangerous events from occurring. Also, it has been proven impossible to isolate SCP-4482 from any Foundation communication network. It has been noted that SCP-4482 spends a majority of its time exploring the different communication networks, although it has gone to a great deal of effort not to eavesdrop on secure or classified calls. Addendum 1: SCP-4482 Initial Interview Interviewed: SCP-4482 Interviewer: Dr. Land Foreword: Interview was conducted shortly after SCP-4482's first call to Site-22. <Begin Log> Dr. Land: So, uh, Villa. Star, I, uh, I guess - SCP-4482. SCP-4482: You sound like you're having some trouble. Dr. Land: (sighs) Yeah, I must be. I mean, Christ, we were eating lunch together just yesterday. SCP-4482: Mm. Pork. Dr. Land: You hungry now? SCP-4482: No, no. (laughs) No, I'm really not. I don't know if I'm much of anything anymore. That's the worst part. Dr. Land: Yeah. (Pause.) SCP-4482: You gotta do this like a proper interview, man, or you'll get in trouble. Ask me something. Dr. Land: Are you, um … I dunno. It ain't that easy. SCP-4482: Have they figured out how this happened to me? Dr. Land: Yeah, uh, yeah, they think they've got that mostly sorta figured out. SCP-4482: Mostly sorta? Dr. Land: Well, you were working on containment for that wire god for a while, and right after that was the concept crabs. They're thinking there was some, uh, some cross-contamination there, you know? One in a million chance, they're saying. (Pause.) SCP-4482: So what, bad luck? Dr. Land: Looks like it. SCP-4482: And how long do they think it'll take them to get me back to normal? I'm trying to ignore it, but having the Overseer Council's meetings going on in the back of your head is kind of distracting, along with - everything else. I'm trying not to snoop, but… Dr. Land: That's, uh, that's the thing. They're looking into getting you back to normal, or at least close, but they're … they're not having much luck. Any luck. (Pause.) SCP-4482: I see. Dr. Land: Yeah. <End Log> Closing Statement: Following this interview, SCP-4482 did not respond to communication attempts for three months. This state of inactivity continued until Incident 4482-1. Addendum 2: SCP-4482 Incident Prevention Log Incident SCP-4482 Solution Members of security assigned to SCP-058 have been cutting corners in regards to containment procedures, and a resultant breach is imminent. SCP-4482 reports the situation to Site Director Bean, who has the offending personnel pulled from duty and replaced. Containment breach is averted. Anomalous activity is detected within SCP-████-EX's storage unit. SCP-4482 tunes into a present mobile device within the unit and discovers that Researcher Hanson and Dr. Rollins (Researcher Hanson presumed missing, Dr. Rollins presumed deceased) are trapped within an hour-long time loop involving SCP-████-EX. SCP-4482 reports its discovery to the Site-204 director, and the proper containment protocols are carried out. Site-79 undergoes a site-wide containment breach and has difficulty successfully re-containing the breached anomalies. SCP-4482 coordinates rescue and containment efforts, carefully reading over each anomaly's document, gives each Site-79 employee a personalized task to contribute based on their personal skills, and successfully re-contains the breached anomalies. An organized attack is carried out by a temporary alliance of anti-Foundation elements, including significant forces from the Chaos Insurgency, multiple hostile iterations of The Black Queen, and several independent operatives. Attacks on nineteen different Sites ensue, and one-hundred and thirty-six individual containment breaches are reported. Due to numerous memetic hazards being planted into the Foundation's networks by embedded enemy operatives, a communication blackout also ensues. Due to lacking the necessary brain structure, SCP-4482 is unaffected by said memetic agents and is able to single-handedly organize all relevant Foundation assets to combat the threat. This includes direct communication with Mobile Task Forces, evacuation of non-combat personnel, and updating the O5 Council on the situation as it develops as well as delivering their orders. Due to the lack of time delay when compared to normal Foundation operations, this was actually found to be significantly more efficient. The attack was successfully repelled, and the leaders of the enemy forces either captured or killed. SCP-4482 receives the Foundation Star. Addendum 3: Mobile Task Force Alpha-9 Recruitment Negotiations [CANCELLED] From: Dr. Rhine To: Commander ███████ Subject: SCP-4482 Recruition Proposal Recommend Star Villa - SCP-4482 - be considered for enlistment in Mobile Task Force Alpha-9. Due to his unique conceptual nature and Foundation-wide presence, he would be an unrivaled resource for information gathering and reconaissance. It must be admitted that he presents something of a security risk, with his ability to monitor all Foundation communications, but the fact of the matter would be that this is something he would do anyway, and we don't have much in terms of a way to stop him. If he's going to be listening, we might as well put him to good use, no? From: Dr. Rhine To: Commander ███████ Subject: Re:SCP-4482 Recruition Proposal Disregard last message. Proposal rescinded via direct order of the Overseer Council. BY ORDER OF THE OVERSEER COUNCIL Contents from this point forward require O5 Security Level to access. Only Security Level O5 Personnel may make additions to this document from this point forward. Unauthorized access is forbidden. 4482 + Input O5 Security Credentials - Access Granted From: ██████████████ To: █████████████ Subject: No Subject As promised, friend. I'm sure Alpha-9 would have enjoyed Star Villa's services, but one Mobile Task Force, no matter how esteemed, is somewhat small-scale for an opportunity like this. You should thank Dr. Rhine nonetheless - he's nothing if not an excellent salesman. The file's been locked, all memory scrubbed, and the fact that there's an SCP-4482 will quietly accumulate dust in the corner. The Council must have its privacy, after all. I'll leave you to get accustomed to your new role - but don't take too long. We're waiting for your first call, after all, O5-10. — O5-9 - Access Granted
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SCP-4483
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euclid
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Item#: 4483 Level1 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo SCP-4483 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4483 is to be held in a standard secure containment locker at Site-19. Following Incident 4483.1, all personnel using SCP-4483 for testing must have shown significant ability for concept cognition, visualization, and retainment. Use of SCP-4483 on human subjects, whether for testing purposes or otherwise, has been indefinitely suspended. Due to their variable morphology, all instances of SCP-4483-1 are to be held in organic containment facilities appropriate for their size. Description: SCP-4483 is a single-bladed steel sword 91.4 cm in length and weighing 981 grams. The sword bears gold inlay script along the dull edge of its blade, and has been identified as a falchion of Italian design dating from either the late 15th or early 16th century AD. When SCP-4483 is used to sever a piece of a living organism, the piece that is viewed by the wielder as being "cut off" will show an immediate cessation of all life signs, while the other piece, regardless of biological ability to do so, will become independently animate and capable of thought, retaining the consciousness and personality of the organism that it was severed from. Any organism affected by the anomalous properties of SCP-4483 is classified as an instance of SCP-4483-1. Instances of SCP-4483-1 show no reliance on bodily functions governed by organs they do not possess: this is demonstrated by their ability to survive without blood if lacking a heart or circulatory system, or to engage in cognitive tasks despite lacking a brain. Instances are incapable of performing physical actions beyond the capacity of their anatomy. Instances can be killed by any injury to or disruption of their primary retained organs and/or bodily systems that would normally render them inoperable. SCP-4483 was recovered on 9/7/2018 from the home of Anthony Brooks in Chesterbrook, Pennsylvania following his arrest on 17 charges of kidnapping and murder. The item's anomalous properties were discovered after local law enforcement found a wooden crate containing fourteen (14) live instances of SCP-4483-1 during a search of the suspect's home. All recovered instances were human hands from females between the ages of five and twenty-one. An additional three (3) instances of SCP-4483-1, all deceased, were discovered buried behind the suspect's house. The apparent sapience of SCP-4483-1 instances was discovered after the recovery team found several messages scratched into the interior of the wooden crate used by the suspect to contain the 14 living instances. The inscriptions appeared to have been made using human fingernails. Addendum 4483.1: Incident 4483.1 On 7/18/2020, several staff members attempted to use SCP-4483 on Agent ██████ in an emergency medical capacity. Agent ██████ had been partially disemboweled during a limited containment breach, and an attempt was made remove the damaged organs (primarily parts of the gastrointestinal tract) under the reasoning that SCP-4483's anomalous properties would allow Agent ██████ to survive without them. However, possibly due to the stress of the situation, the staff member using SCP-4483 appears to have improperly visualized the procedure, and Agent ██████ was left as a semi-animate mass of bowels. The sapience of Agent ██████'s remains has yet to be ascertained.
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SCP-4484
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euclid
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SCP-4484-1 before the initiation of SCP-4484's "ZOOM" command. Item#: SCP-4484 Special Containment Procedures: Junior Researchers with an interest in streaming media may be assigned to SCP-4484 at the discretion of their supervisors. The assignment is not mandatory unless requested by the attending Level 3 research coordinator. Personnel assigned to SCP-4484 are to watch its broadcast, noting any landmarks or other factors that may indicate where the broadcast is originating from. The chat room associated with SCP-4484 is to be analyzed via an algorithm that collects the participants' data. A manual written by Junior Researcher Pepperino for utilizing web-based streaming is available to all personnel assigned to SCP-4484. Any individual SCP-4484 users located through this process are to be detained and debriefed. No amnestics are deemed necessary if the ASPCA investigation cover story has proven sufficient. Since initiating containment procedures, the stream has become invite-only. This has not diminished the activity level of the chat room or SCP-4484's anomalous properties in any visible way. Personnel noted to have tendencies towards animal cruelty are not to be assigned to SCP-4484 as per the Ethics Committee guidelines. Description: SCP-4484 is an internet streaming website of varying web addresses. It allows users in a chat room to directly control the behavior and activities of individual dogs. SCP-4484-1 is the designation to whichever given dog is being controlled at a time. The phenomenon has been documented as affecting canines living in North America, Europe, the eastern geography of Africa as well as some Oceanic regions. The web interface is simplistic, attempting to access any metadata will result in this brief description: Collectively Controlled Canines, lots of sweethearts here. Channel rules: Users will not harm any canines through the stream, or allow them to come to harm. Dogs will obey their commands as long as they do not contradict the first rule. The stream will protect and maintain its existence as long as this does not violate rules 1 or 2. The video feed is viewed through the perspective of a different dog every 8 hours. Selection criteria are unknown. Color correction and other video editing have been applied to make it appear as though the viewer is looking through a live-streaming headset camera. This display has a limited palette consisting of 32768 colors. Control is enacted through the chat room, where users can type in commands and suggestions as to what the dog can do. Once an undetermined threshold of a collective agreement is reached, SCP-4484-1 will perform that action. The chat room generates an average of 600 lines per minute. Text, emojis, and some custom icons can be entered as messages. Whenever control over a new instance of SCP-4484-1 is established, the preceding SCP-4484-1's appearance is saved as an icon. Examples of frequently used icons include: Golden retriever: Usually posted as a reaction to something happy, or if SCP-4484-1 is getting attention. Basset Hound: Anytime SCP-4484-1 is being scolded or otherwise reprimanded by an owner or stranger. Corgi: If the current SCP-4484-1 is located within the United Kingdom, and to a lesser extent other dominions of the House of Windsor, this will be posted constantly until a new canine is selected. Mudi: Whenever an apparent mistake is made by moderation1 it will be posted en masse until the error is corrected. Users may also purchase special privileges through direct contact by the moderators.2 Paying users will have their commands followed without the need for a collective agreement. Their chat messages appear in colored text. Return addresses on SCP-4484 related e-mail are from one-time-use 'burner' services. All messages contained the following attachment as a .txt file with no useful metadata. Benefits for paid subscriptions. > Paid subscribers can make the dog act as they please, although they will still be kicked if they violate the rules. Applied to the next dog if the current pup is not able to perform. 5$ - Aggressive licking own ass 20$ - Knock something over with tail/snout 50$ - Make the dog bark loud 45$ - Search the cushions for buried treasure 80$ - Dance party of one!!! 150$ - Start peeing, anywhere, as long as rules are not violated 200+$ - Flips. All proceeds benefit helpful pup charities! Approximately once per week, the selected canine will be in an unsafe environment. In these cases, "SAVE HIM" will be superimposed on the screen for a few seconds after the perspective change. The first such SCP-4484-1 documented by the Foundation was a small Pomeranian, which appeared to have been chained to a basement wall. Over the next 4 hours, the users of SCP-4484 collaborated to facilitate SCP-4484-1's escape. Simultaneously, they located the domestic home it was being held in and coordinated with local users to rescue the animal. By rubbing the chain on exposed plumbing, climbing over hoarded garbage to a window and opening it via utilizing a broken yardstick as a lever, SCP-4484-1 was able to leave the basement. It was subsequently rescued by an anonymous user who reportedly adopted the dog and renamed it "Maverick". Footnotes 1. Such as Incident 4484-G wherein an SCP-4484-1 was briefly a feline 2. No moderators have contacted the Foundation to date. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4484" by Anonymous, jinjja, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4484. 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-4485
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apollyon
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SCP-4485 - Such Black Light Co-authored by djkaktus and Woedenaz ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} + Show component code - Hide component code :root { --sidebar-width-on-desktop: calc(var(--base-font-size) * (266 / 15)); --body-width-on-desktop: 45.75rem; } @media only screen and (min-width: 56.25rem) { #content-wrap { display: flex; position: initial; flex-direction: row; flex-grow: 2; width: calc(100vw - (100vw - 100%)); max-width: inherit; height: auto; min-height: calc(100vh - var(--final-header-height-on-desktop, 10.125rem)); margin: 0 var(--sidebar-width-on-desktop, 13.6rem) 0 calc(var(--sidebar-width-on-desktop, 13.6rem) * -1 / 2); } #main-content { position: initial; width: var(--body-width-on-desktop, 45.75rem); max-width: var(--body-width-on-desktop, 45.75rem); max-height: 100%; margin: 0 auto; padding: 2rem 1rem; } #page-content { max-width: min(90vw, var(--body-width-on-desktop, 45.75rem)); } #side-bar { position: -webkit-sticky; position: sticky; 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ACTIVITY WILL BE MONITORED. DO NOT PROCEED WITHOUT READING IN FULL. Employee Alias Employee ID Full understanding of SCP-4485 is required by all foundation employees. As such, all documents pertaining to SCP-4485 included in this database entry and a full understanding of each document is required before progress to the next series of documents is allowed. Due to the complexity of the anomaly, the documents will be displayed in chronological order. Your direct supervisor will monitor your progress and give permission to continue when satisfactory understanding is obtained. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4485" by djkaktus & Woedenaz, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4485. 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-4486
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keter
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4/4486 LEVEL 4/4486 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-4486 Keter SCP-4486 at public event Special Containment Procedures: Due to its ability to instantaneously translocate, SCP-4486 is currently uncontained. MTF Kappa-3 ("Happy Helpers") has been assigned to monitor SCP-4486 and maintain a discreet presence during any events where the appearance of SCP-4486 is anticipated. The Foundation Office of Budget & Finance has approved a trust which will contribute $100,000 USD per annum to the Ronald McDonald House Charities, payable quarterly. Any adjustments to this contribution based on the rate of inflation are automatically approved. Description: SCP-4486 is an amalgamated thought-form entity1 endowed with limited retrocausal control over local reality. Although the form of SCP-4486 is transitory, currently prevailing aesthetics depict the entity as a humanoid approximately 2.2 meters in height wearing company-branded apparel resembling that of a clown. SCP-4486 also has the ability to manifest at any and all McDonald's franchises, offices, affiliated properties, or events which may contain associations to the McDonald's brand. SCP-4486 often manifests for the explicit purpose of promoting McDonald's or expanding the reach of the brand. The most common application of this power is the creation of a new franchise restaurant, as well as the integration of this new building into local reality. Secondary effects of this power include fabricating memories of the building's construction and advertisement within the local community, as well as selecting members of the local population to work at the restaurant. New employees are able to describe vivid memories of having applied to and been interviewed for their jobs, as well as a degree of training for their new position. Recovered documentation suggests that SCP-4486 was originally created in 1955 where it was employed as a guiding voice in business decisions for Maurice and Richard McDonald and their business partner Ray Kroc. In 1960, after years of attachment to the corporate zeitgeist, SCP-4486 accumulated enough cohesive reality to manifest in real-space where it then became a face for the brand. The McDonald's corporation employed a number of diversionary tactics including paid actors to obfuscate the true nature of SCP-4486. The McDonald's Corporation was successful in concealing these events until a McDonald's spontaneously manifested in the Site-19 mess hall in 1993. Although an investigation was opened into this matter, the nature of SCP-4486 prevented a full understanding of its abilities until leads were provided by the events of addendums 1, 2, and 3. Addendum 4486.1: Communications from the Estate of Richard McDonald. In 1998, Foundation investigators received a parcel of letters from the estate of the recently deceased Richard McDonald. This parcel catalogs communications from Ray Kroc, McDonald's personal friend and business partner. Although Richard and his brother had sold the company to Mr. Kroc many years prior, they continued to exchange ideas and communicate openly until Kroc's passing in 1984. The letters which relate explicitly to SCP-4486 have been attached below. OPEN ARCHIVE FILE 4486.1 LOG OUT SECURE ACCESS 7 June 1961 Richard, It has been both a pleasure and an honor to get to know you and Maurice as well as the latest addition to your family: Ronald. With this step forward, I promise to carry the legacy of friendly service, good food, and affordable prices to the furthest corners of this great nation, and Ronald will be with me every step of the way. Just as you envisioned your sons taking over for you, Ronald will learn the trade alongside me until he's ready to make us all proud. You're in good hands. Best, Ray Kroc 25 February 1966 Richard, Your boy has gotten so big and so strong. Looking down the road and seeing those golden arches casting their light down on him makes my heart swell with pride. Having said that, I hope you've had some time to review his conduct lately. While I know we all encourage his personal growth I don't think anyone expected things to take off this quickly and I worry it might be too much for him. This life can move awfully fast. Maybe you can talk to him for me and see how he's holding up. He's not stopping by much anymore. Best, Ray Kroc 21 December 19712 Richard, You know I will always be there for you. No one could ever replace Maurice but Ronnie needs strong parental figures in his life now more than ever. He is no longer responding to me at all. Even when I did the ritual from Store #1. I fear for his state of mind. I hope you write me soon with good news; we all need each other now more than ever. Thinking of you, Ray 3 March 1974 Richard, Enclosed are three more photos of new McDonald's that Ronnie has opened. I've only located these three since Christmas but we both know there are more out there. Ronnie is the only explanation for this and I wish you would take this as seriously as it deserves. I get it, I can be a curmudgeon, but I am not above flying out there and speaking to you face to face if you won't help me confront this. I don't want our most precious memories of the time we've had together tainted by a breakdown in communication or the callousness of old age. Maurice, Ronnie, you, and me, all together again like the family we were meant to be. I yearn for the day, but it is still many years down the road. Let's hold on to what we can. Let's do Maurice's memory justice. Call on Ronnie. He'll listen to you. Best, Ray 25 May 1974 Richard, Ronnie came to me at my home. I know you must have spoken to him because I could see the contempt in his eyes; He feels I betrayed him. What did you say to him? Whatever it was, I hope it was at least the truth. I could always count on you for that before and I will need to count on you for that again. We are old now but we can still do some good. Please. Come to Store #1. It has to be us that does it. Best, Ray Addendum.4486.2: A record from the Estate of Richard McDonald. Also attached to the parcel was a VHS tape bearing a plain white label that reads "The basement, 1974". The age of the VHS tape and the quality of the video indicates that it is likely not the original although it is unknown how many copies exist. This video depicts Richard McDonald sitting in a study recounting their attempt to power down SCP-4486 and has been transcribed below. OPEN ARCHIVE FILE 4486.2 LOG OUT SECURE ACCESS [BEGIN RECORDING] The tape begins with the face of Richard McDonald near to the camera as he adjusts focus and affirms the recording device is working. Also present on-screen is Ray Kroc seated in a chair in the background. The room is an interior study lit only by the fireplace. McDonald, looking bewildered, waits nearly three minutes before finally speaking. McDonald: "When my brother and I first dreamt up Ronald, it was from a place of profound hope and love. Someone to mentor and teach and to share the same ambition and passion for the business that we had. He was the visionary we needed to take us to the next level." McDonald lifts up a mug and takes a short drink. He removes a flask from a desk drawer and pours a nip into the mug before taking another drink. McDonald: "We loved him so much that…well…he truly was a part of my family. My sin though was in realizing far too late that ideas can take on lives of their own. Once you give them to the world, they are never truly yours again. Ever. No matter what you say or do or beg or plead." Kroc, seated in the background, leans forward and places a hand on McDonald's shoulder for comfort. McDonald: "I was never a father in the traditional sense. Never had kids of my own. Stepchildren through the missus but…but not ones I raised from birth; For me, that true son was Ronnie." McDonald stares off into the fire and Ray Kroc gets up from his seat, moving into the foreground next to McDonald. Kroc: "And when you love your children, you want the best for them. You'll do anything to help 'em succeed. To see 'em happy. And we did plenty of that for Ronnie. But kids…as much as they are the fruit of your tending and your care, they are also their own people. Ronnie is no exception. We love him but…" McDonald: "What he did is unforgivable." Kroc: "Unforgivable." Kroc pulls out a chair and sits in front of the camera, angling it away from McDonald and toward himself. "We decided Ronnie needed to go back from where he came. Richard and I…and the other fellas that helped raised him…we all agreed and so we met up where it started. To do it together. But something was wrong from the start; knew it the moment we walked into the basement." "There's a call Richard and I know that'll bring him instantly. He started resisting mine, but he ain't never failed to answer when we were all together. We had to repeat the damn thing three full times before he showed; he could tell we were anxious and he showed the same right back at us. Ronnie said we didn't understand that he had grown beyond us. Said that we were small and simple-minded. Said he was McDonald's now. And he wasn't wrong." "We surrounded him, just like the book said to do, and started to say all of the words. Ronnie didn't like that one bit. Got bigger and meaner and taller than I'd ever seen him. He went for poor George3 first and put his arm clear through his chest. The blood spray on the back wall made a giant goddamn 'M' like somethin' from a comic book…At least he died quick." McDonald: "Then Willard, King, Bev…right on down the line like they didn't mean a thing to him. Parts and blood and guts everywhere while Ronnie just smiled. While I screamed and begged him to stop." Kroc: "That's right. Until it was just down to the three of us. He lunged at me like he was going to do it, and I buckled. I ain't gonna pretend I didn't damn near soil myself right there but for the sake of Maurice's legacy and what scraps were left of my pride, I stayed put next to Richard. Closed my eyes real tight but Ronnie didn't kill us. When I opened my eyes again, the anger and the hatred on his face were just…gone." McDonald: "He stares deep into me and says, 'Why dad. Why are you doing this?'." McDonald finally looks back to the camera, shoulders slouched and head hanging low. "He just asked me why and every fiber of me wanted to hug him and tell him that he was good and that it was me that had failed him. E-everything I've ever needed to say rushed up all at once and choked me and I-I…I didn't, couldn't, say anything." Several minutes pass; Kroc puts a hand on McDonald's shoulder again, reassuring him as he cries. Kroc: "Ronnie cried his eyes out too. We were surrounded by the blood of our friends, our own tears, and the ashes of our family. Then Ronnie just left. I don't know where to go from here." Another minute passes before Kroc leans forward and turns the camera off. [END RECORDING] Addendum 4486.3: The following memorandum was issued internally to the board of directors and all other executive staff within McDonald's Corporation. A copy was obtained after a search of the personal effects of Richard McDonald. To: Board of Directors From: Ray Kroc Esteemed Members of the Board, It is the sincere wish of Richard McDonald and the estate of Maurice McDonald, the founders of this great company, that a charity be founded which will bear the name of our most beloved spokesman and mascot: Ronald McDonald. It is the hope of both of these great men that the name McDonald can become synonymous with not only with our restaurant but also with humanitarian deeds and honest, charitable works that the entire corporate family can be proud of. The founding principles of the McDonald's Corporation include the love of a family that can sit down and share a meal with one another, putting aside the pettiness of their day or whatever busy activities may keep them apart. Together, at the dinner table, laughing and smiling over simple, good food. Just as the Good Lord intended. It is the belief of Richard and his late brother Maurice that all children deserve happiness, warmth, and a chance at life. Family should be kept together. Ronald can become the symbol of hope to those children in need, if only we let him. If only we help guide him. Thank you. Footnotes 1. Sometimes referred to as a 'tulpa'. 2. This date is noted as 10 days after the death of Richard McDonald's brother and fellow co-founder Maurice McDonald. 3. Presumably George Voorhis; an actor who portrayed Ronald McDonald from 1968 to 1970
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SCP-4486
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uncontained
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4/4486 LEVEL 4/4486 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-4486 Keter SCP-4486 at public event Special Containment Procedures: Due to its ability to instantaneously translocate, SCP-4486 is currently uncontained. MTF Kappa-3 ("Happy Helpers") has been assigned to monitor SCP-4486 and maintain a discreet presence during any events where the appearance of SCP-4486 is anticipated. The Foundation Office of Budget & Finance has approved a trust which will contribute $100,000 USD per annum to the Ronald McDonald House Charities, payable quarterly. Any adjustments to this contribution based on the rate of inflation are automatically approved. Description: SCP-4486 is an amalgamated thought-form entity1 endowed with limited retrocausal control over local reality. Although the form of SCP-4486 is transitory, currently prevailing aesthetics depict the entity as a humanoid approximately 2.2 meters in height wearing company-branded apparel resembling that of a clown. SCP-4486 also has the ability to manifest at any and all McDonald's franchises, offices, affiliated properties, or events which may contain associations to the McDonald's brand. SCP-4486 often manifests for the explicit purpose of promoting McDonald's or expanding the reach of the brand. The most common application of this power is the creation of a new franchise restaurant, as well as the integration of this new building into local reality. Secondary effects of this power include fabricating memories of the building's construction and advertisement within the local community, as well as selecting members of the local population to work at the restaurant. New employees are able to describe vivid memories of having applied to and been interviewed for their jobs, as well as a degree of training for their new position. Recovered documentation suggests that SCP-4486 was originally created in 1955 where it was employed as a guiding voice in business decisions for Maurice and Richard McDonald and their business partner Ray Kroc. In 1960, after years of attachment to the corporate zeitgeist, SCP-4486 accumulated enough cohesive reality to manifest in real-space where it then became a face for the brand. The McDonald's corporation employed a number of diversionary tactics including paid actors to obfuscate the true nature of SCP-4486. The McDonald's Corporation was successful in concealing these events until a McDonald's spontaneously manifested in the Site-19 mess hall in 1993. Although an investigation was opened into this matter, the nature of SCP-4486 prevented a full understanding of its abilities until leads were provided by the events of addendums 1, 2, and 3. Addendum 4486.1: Communications from the Estate of Richard McDonald. In 1998, Foundation investigators received a parcel of letters from the estate of the recently deceased Richard McDonald. This parcel catalogs communications from Ray Kroc, McDonald's personal friend and business partner. Although Richard and his brother had sold the company to Mr. Kroc many years prior, they continued to exchange ideas and communicate openly until Kroc's passing in 1984. The letters which relate explicitly to SCP-4486 have been attached below. OPEN ARCHIVE FILE 4486.1 LOG OUT SECURE ACCESS 7 June 1961 Richard, It has been both a pleasure and an honor to get to know you and Maurice as well as the latest addition to your family: Ronald. With this step forward, I promise to carry the legacy of friendly service, good food, and affordable prices to the furthest corners of this great nation, and Ronald will be with me every step of the way. Just as you envisioned your sons taking over for you, Ronald will learn the trade alongside me until he's ready to make us all proud. You're in good hands. Best, Ray Kroc 25 February 1966 Richard, Your boy has gotten so big and so strong. Looking down the road and seeing those golden arches casting their light down on him makes my heart swell with pride. Having said that, I hope you've had some time to review his conduct lately. While I know we all encourage his personal growth I don't think anyone expected things to take off this quickly and I worry it might be too much for him. This life can move awfully fast. Maybe you can talk to him for me and see how he's holding up. He's not stopping by much anymore. Best, Ray Kroc 21 December 19712 Richard, You know I will always be there for you. No one could ever replace Maurice but Ronnie needs strong parental figures in his life now more than ever. He is no longer responding to me at all. Even when I did the ritual from Store #1. I fear for his state of mind. I hope you write me soon with good news; we all need each other now more than ever. Thinking of you, Ray 3 March 1974 Richard, Enclosed are three more photos of new McDonald's that Ronnie has opened. I've only located these three since Christmas but we both know there are more out there. Ronnie is the only explanation for this and I wish you would take this as seriously as it deserves. I get it, I can be a curmudgeon, but I am not above flying out there and speaking to you face to face if you won't help me confront this. I don't want our most precious memories of the time we've had together tainted by a breakdown in communication or the callousness of old age. Maurice, Ronnie, you, and me, all together again like the family we were meant to be. I yearn for the day, but it is still many years down the road. Let's hold on to what we can. Let's do Maurice's memory justice. Call on Ronnie. He'll listen to you. Best, Ray 25 May 1974 Richard, Ronnie came to me at my home. I know you must have spoken to him because I could see the contempt in his eyes; He feels I betrayed him. What did you say to him? Whatever it was, I hope it was at least the truth. I could always count on you for that before and I will need to count on you for that again. We are old now but we can still do some good. Please. Come to Store #1. It has to be us that does it. Best, Ray Addendum.4486.2: A record from the Estate of Richard McDonald. Also attached to the parcel was a VHS tape bearing a plain white label that reads "The basement, 1974". The age of the VHS tape and the quality of the video indicates that it is likely not the original although it is unknown how many copies exist. This video depicts Richard McDonald sitting in a study recounting their attempt to power down SCP-4486 and has been transcribed below. OPEN ARCHIVE FILE 4486.2 LOG OUT SECURE ACCESS [BEGIN RECORDING] The tape begins with the face of Richard McDonald near to the camera as he adjusts focus and affirms the recording device is working. Also present on-screen is Ray Kroc seated in a chair in the background. The room is an interior study lit only by the fireplace. McDonald, looking bewildered, waits nearly three minutes before finally speaking. McDonald: "When my brother and I first dreamt up Ronald, it was from a place of profound hope and love. Someone to mentor and teach and to share the same ambition and passion for the business that we had. He was the visionary we needed to take us to the next level." McDonald lifts up a mug and takes a short drink. He removes a flask from a desk drawer and pours a nip into the mug before taking another drink. McDonald: "We loved him so much that…well…he truly was a part of my family. My sin though was in realizing far too late that ideas can take on lives of their own. Once you give them to the world, they are never truly yours again. Ever. No matter what you say or do or beg or plead." Kroc, seated in the background, leans forward and places a hand on McDonald's shoulder for comfort. McDonald: "I was never a father in the traditional sense. Never had kids of my own. Stepchildren through the missus but…but not ones I raised from birth; For me, that true son was Ronnie." McDonald stares off into the fire and Ray Kroc gets up from his seat, moving into the foreground next to McDonald. Kroc: "And when you love your children, you want the best for them. You'll do anything to help 'em succeed. To see 'em happy. And we did plenty of that for Ronnie. But kids…as much as they are the fruit of your tending and your care, they are also their own people. Ronnie is no exception. We love him but…" McDonald: "What he did is unforgivable." Kroc: "Unforgivable." Kroc pulls out a chair and sits in front of the camera, angling it away from McDonald and toward himself. "We decided Ronnie needed to go back from where he came. Richard and I…and the other fellas that helped raised him…we all agreed and so we met up where it started. To do it together. But something was wrong from the start; knew it the moment we walked into the basement." "There's a call Richard and I know that'll bring him instantly. He started resisting mine, but he ain't never failed to answer when we were all together. We had to repeat the damn thing three full times before he showed; he could tell we were anxious and he showed the same right back at us. Ronnie said we didn't understand that he had grown beyond us. Said that we were small and simple-minded. Said he was McDonald's now. And he wasn't wrong." "We surrounded him, just like the book said to do, and started to say all of the words. Ronnie didn't like that one bit. Got bigger and meaner and taller than I'd ever seen him. He went for poor George3 first and put his arm clear through his chest. The blood spray on the back wall made a giant goddamn 'M' like somethin' from a comic book…At least he died quick." McDonald: "Then Willard, King, Bev…right on down the line like they didn't mean a thing to him. Parts and blood and guts everywhere while Ronnie just smiled. While I screamed and begged him to stop." Kroc: "That's right. Until it was just down to the three of us. He lunged at me like he was going to do it, and I buckled. I ain't gonna pretend I didn't damn near soil myself right there but for the sake of Maurice's legacy and what scraps were left of my pride, I stayed put next to Richard. Closed my eyes real tight but Ronnie didn't kill us. When I opened my eyes again, the anger and the hatred on his face were just…gone." McDonald: "He stares deep into me and says, 'Why dad. Why are you doing this?'." McDonald finally looks back to the camera, shoulders slouched and head hanging low. "He just asked me why and every fiber of me wanted to hug him and tell him that he was good and that it was me that had failed him. E-everything I've ever needed to say rushed up all at once and choked me and I-I…I didn't, couldn't, say anything." Several minutes pass; Kroc puts a hand on McDonald's shoulder again, reassuring him as he cries. Kroc: "Ronnie cried his eyes out too. We were surrounded by the blood of our friends, our own tears, and the ashes of our family. Then Ronnie just left. I don't know where to go from here." Another minute passes before Kroc leans forward and turns the camera off. [END RECORDING] Addendum 4486.3: The following memorandum was issued internally to the board of directors and all other executive staff within McDonald's Corporation. A copy was obtained after a search of the personal effects of Richard McDonald. To: Board of Directors From: Ray Kroc Esteemed Members of the Board, It is the sincere wish of Richard McDonald and the estate of Maurice McDonald, the founders of this great company, that a charity be founded which will bear the name of our most beloved spokesman and mascot: Ronald McDonald. It is the hope of both of these great men that the name McDonald can become synonymous with not only with our restaurant but also with humanitarian deeds and honest, charitable works that the entire corporate family can be proud of. The founding principles of the McDonald's Corporation include the love of a family that can sit down and share a meal with one another, putting aside the pettiness of their day or whatever busy activities may keep them apart. Together, at the dinner table, laughing and smiling over simple, good food. Just as the Good Lord intended. It is the belief of Richard and his late brother Maurice that all children deserve happiness, warmth, and a chance at life. Family should be kept together. Ronald can become the symbol of hope to those children in need, if only we let him. If only we help guide him. Thank you. Footnotes 1. Sometimes referred to as a 'tulpa'. 2. This date is noted as 10 days after the death of Richard McDonald's brother and fellow co-founder Maurice McDonald. 3. Presumably George Voorhis; an actor who portrayed Ronald McDonald from 1968 to 1970
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SCP-4487
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esoteric-class
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Item #: SCP-4487 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4487 is contained inside of SCP-4487-1, which is not to be entered by any indispensable personnel. Civilians attempting access to SCP-4487-1 must be deterred, any entering the structure are to be considered lost and unrecoverable. In the event of a planetary syzygy between Earth and four nearby celestial bodies, five D-Class personnel are to be sent into SCP-4487-1 to appease SCP-4487. These subjects must each be given all the needed materials and training to perform the primary containment ritual inside SCP-4487-1's nave and altar. This ritual entails the following: Four persons will be seated in the pews (designated Followers I through IV) with one standing at the altar (designated Leader). Leader is to put on the robes next to the altar and recite the sermon as shown below. If at any point Leader incorrectly recites the sermon, Leader must switch places with one Follower, with the sermon starting from the beginning. No subject is to alternate as Leader twice. If all subjects fail to recite the sermon or are otherwise rendered unable to finish the ritual, they are to be considered lost and should not be recovered. Once the chimney of SCP-4487-1 ceases smoking after the failed ritual, the ritual is to restart with a new set of subjects. The sermon opens with the following: "Followers that sit down and up there! From the time that time started on up, we have been subcutaneous palimpsests of forgotten lore. Look down and through those hands you got, the ink wrote over can still be tasted with your eyes. Taste it now! It tastes like starlight!" Followers must lick their hands at this point, they must continue even as this action burns their tongue. The sermon will continue: "The dust pops in our mouths with a taste of sky static. The stellarlore that resides inside of us, our visages of bone and flesh contain the same soul as those bright fellows in the sky. So why… why do we view ourselves as different from they?" At this point, SCP-4487 will descend from the ceiling beams and applaud Leader, the remaining three Followers must similarly applaud until SCP-4487 stops and ascends again. The remaining three Followers are to cover their mouths and noses with provided gags to prevent smoke inhalation at this time, Leader should inhale as much smoke as they can without losing consciousness. The sermon will continue: "You and they are the same. Open wide. When you get that crammed into your skull and down your gullet, everything will line on up for you. I will go and ask you now my writhing palimpsests, reach for your ancient equals! Go on now, don't stop till you've grabbed yourselves a good hold of them! A good hold of your hopes! Your dreams! Your scorching reincarnations!" The Followers are then to reach their arms upwards as high as physically possible. Temporary dislocation of bones is recommended to gain a higher reach. Once SCP-4487 ascends back onto the ceiling beams, the remaining two Followers will lower their arms and reapply the gags. Once the smoke clears and SCP-4487 applauds from the ceiling beams, the sermon will continue: "Ahh, you all feeling that yet? Eh? I can already see yourselves shining through all the pores in your skin. Can y'all feel that warmth in you yet? That ain't nothing you've ate now, y'all are sunshine! It's still under there somewhere, it's all there. Tell me, which fellow infamously uttered: 'Flay away all your skin and gift it to your elders. All which remains is what resides inside you: an incandescent fury. Your skin shall fold into an origami crane, flying you far away from strife,' in a screeching haze?" The two Followers must point at SCP-4487. Once it finishes bellowing, the sermon will continue: "Indeed! As it is so, we all wander furiously on the brink of our own lusts and wants. We got all our heads in the sand when we should have them in the clouds. Not even in the clouds per se, just up there with that old fellow! We'll all sing hearty songs through the television static night while looking out the hued refractions of the stained glass windows. Our views of the outside world filtered through images of the stars burning in those colorful mosaics. That's the real dream fellas. That's your dream fellas! I'll even go as far up and out as saying it's the American Dream!" SCP-4487 will descend from the ceiling. The remaining Follower should not use the gags at this time and must inhale as much smoke as possible. The sermon will finish: "Are y'all ready now? Ready to follow your dream?" The Follower will cheer. As SCP-4487 descends and ascends from the ceiling beams once more, the Follower must continue cheering until they cannot. Leader then must drink the liquid from the chalice produced by SCP-4487 and take its hand in acceptance. Leader must not struggle when SCP-4487 unfurls. By the time Leader regains consciousness, SCP-4487 will have completed the construction of the folded crown. Leader must place this crown atop their head, and keep it atop their head regardless of what occurs next. No signs of reluctance from Leader during their unfurling and conjoining should be shown. Once contact with Leader is lost and SCP-4487-1's chimney ceases smoking, the ritual is to be deemed successful. Failure to complete the sermon before the syzygy's end will require these procedures to be completed elsewhere, in an alternate plane. Before the stars go out, these protocols will be passed forth to those next. Description: SCP-4487 are the above containment procedures and object class. To inquire on the legitimate containment information for SCP-4487, contact Lead Researcher Shannon Yales. SCP-4487 will spontaneously replace the actual containment procedures of SCP objects in digital Foundation databases, switching its listed item number with that of the affected document. Changes caused by SCP-4487 can usually be reverted. SCP-4487 has continuously affected its own SCP designation file upon the page's creation. Attempts to remove or edit SCP-4487 from this page resulted in the edits being immediately reverted to reinclude SCP-4487, with the editors experiencing muttered glossolalia1 for short periods after. The anomaly described in SCP-4487 does not match any currently known by the Foundation, further investigation is deemed of high priority. Footnotes 1. The phenomenon of "speaking in tongues." ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4487" by Lamentte, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4487. 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-4488
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safe
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Photo of SCP-4488 taken by Agent ██████ prior to containment Item #: SCP-4488 Special Containment Procedures: Provisional Site-4488 has been established around the area of SCP-4488. Roads leading towards Provisional Site-4488 are to be shut down and redirected. Biohazard signs are to be placed within the vicinity so as to deter intruders. A perimeter fence must be erected within a 3km radius of Provisional Site-4488 and is to be monitored by on-site security personnel. A construction team is to be kept on-site to expand the perimeter of Provisional Site 4488 to accommodate further drilling efforts if the need arises. In the event of a containment breach, the perpetrator(s) are to be promptly apprehended, administered Class-A amnestics, and then released. Description: SCP-4488 is a small lake located in a heavily wooded forest near ████████, Montana. At surface level, SCP-4488 appears to be an ordinary lake with no observable anomalous effects. However, at a depth of approximately 20m, a 3m heterogeneous mixture of small rocks, salt crystals and sand are present. Past this space is a seemingly infinite area of saltwater, hereafter referred to as SCP-4488-1. So far, no landforms have been observed within SCP-4488-1, and its exact dimensions are unknown. SCP-4488-1 is completely devoid of light and once inside, there are no currently known ways of exiting SCP-4488. The only known method of entering SCP-4488-1 is by diving directly into SCP-4488, although further testing is still being conducted (See Addendum 4488-1). SCP-4488 first came to the Foundation's attention after various records of unusual geological measurements of SCP-4488's depth were brought to the Foundation's attention. Once further measurements were recorded, SCP-4488's anomalous size was concretely discovered. Addendum 4488-1: Attempts are currently being made to drill into SCP-4488-1 through surrounding mountains, which have so far proven to be unsuccessful. All attempts to drill under SCP-4488 result in the discovery of basalt and various other mainly oceanic minerals directly under SCP-4488. Attempts to drill further down under SCP-4488 are currently underway. Addendum 4488-2: On 12/11/20██, An exploration mission was performed into SCP-4488. (?) Show Exploration Log Showing Exploration Log... Date: 12/11/20██ Overseen by: Researcher ███████ Team Composition: Due to the inability to retrieve individuals who enter SCP-4488-1, the exploration team consists of four Class D personnel, hereafter labelled D-4488-1 through -4, each with past naval experience and/or training. Supplied with one Foundation submarine equipped with several external cameras, along with basic human necessities in order to last the team up to 10 days. Mission Goal: Gather further information on SCP-4488-1, such as a finite size and possible inhabitants. Researcher ███████: Testing, can everyone hear me? (All team members respond.) Researcher ███████: Ok, you may now proceed down SCP-4488. D-4488-3: 'Kay quick question, why the hell are we in a sub' on a lake? Don' you think this is a bit to shallow? We just gon' hit a bottom and blow up. D-4488-2: It's probably a ghost lake. D-4488-1: Shut up you two. D-4488-2: Are you afraid of the ghost lake? D-4488-1: No, I'm afraid you won't shut up any time soon. Now knock it off! you're acting like kids. (D-4488-1 begins to rapidly piloting the vessel into SCP-4488, and reaches and enters SCP-4488-1, no events of notice occur for approximately two hours and 100 km traveled.) D-4488-2: Does anyone else see the fish? D-4488-4: Yeah, there's a fish outside on the left. Rainbow trout from what I'm seeing. Researcher ███████: (Switches through exterior cameras.) Where? There doesn't seem to be anything visible. D-4488-4: You kidding me? It's just right outside man, maybe your cameras don't have good lighting or something. Researcher ███████: Position the exterior lights onto the fish. D-4488-1: Proceeding. (D-4488 points several exterior lights onto a specific spot outside. However, nothing is visible.) Researcher ███████: I still cannot see anything. D-4488-1: That's odd, everyone here can see that fish right? (All team members agree.) D-4488-2: It's a ghost fish! D-4488-1: Shut up! Just- you're not helping the situation. Researcher ███████: Continue descent team. (D-4488-1 restarts descent further into SCP-4488-1, no events of notice occur for approximately 30 minutes and 10 km traveled.) D-4488-4: What the hell's that? D-4488-1: What is it? D-4488-4: I just saw some other light in that direction. D-4488-2: Probably another ship full of people these fine folks sent down in the ghost lake to die. (Snickers.) D-4488-1: Can it 2. What kind of light? D-4488-4: What do you mean "what kind of light?", it was certainly not a sub, I'll tell yah that much. D-4488-1: That sound interesting, finally something to do. Doc, would you mind if we investigated that? Researcher ███████: I did not see anything, but if you wish, you may detour. D-4488-1: Sounds great. (D-4488-1 pilots the vessel 1 km west, and then starts to decrease the vessel's speed.) D-4488-1: Ok, now I just saw it, it was a bright blue light, in a curvy line of sorts. D-4488-2: Uh, guys? When that um, thing, showed up, the was a- uh, a head. D-4488-3: More specific boy. D-4488-2: Like a snake, beady eyes, scaly, uh, sharp teeth? I think you get what I mean. And what do you mean boy? D-4488-3: I mean you're ackin' like child. D-4488-2: Whatever floats your boat cowboy. Or should I say, whatever sinks your su- D-4488-4: There it is again! D-4488-3: Hey look, the kid was right. I don' think he knows what an eel is though. D-4488-2: I know what an eel is old man, but when it glowed that time, did anyone see those, things? Like little things, fishes, whatevers around it reflecting the light? D-4488-1: Yeah, that doesn't seem very, uh, friendly, guys. Researcher ███████: Team, I am noting that I still don't see anything. I've rewound the recordings, there is nothing on any of the exterior cameras. I'm under the belief that this is a mind affecting anomaly. D-4488-1: So we're safe? Researcher ███████: (Pause.) Yes. D-4488-2: That really didn't sound that sure. Researcher ███████: You are safe team, all of the organisms you are describing are not real. Continue descending. D-4488-3: I don' know man, that trout there seemed pr- (D-4488-3 pauses mid-sentence.) The hell was that? D-4488-4: That growl? D-4488-1: Heard it too. (All team members cover their ears for unknown reasons, D-4488-1 begins rapidly descending their vessel for 10 minutes while the rest of the team react in terror to an unknown organism supposedly following the team's vessel. However, nothing is visible.) Researcher ███████: Team! What is the problem? D-4488-2: You didn't see that? There was this, huge blue eel thing attacking the sub! It screechin- roaring at us and as we went going down, there were othe- other things! D-4488-3: How in hell didya not see that? D-4488-2: Hey doc, maybe, you're the one who's going crazy around here. (Assorted murmuring throughout the team.) Researcher ███████: Team, remain calm. Nothing down here can hurt you. It is just affecting your mind. None of this is real. D-4488-2: I don't care what you say! That, That all was real, and pretty fucking terrifying, you're already the crazy one for throwing us down here! Unknown: I thought it was quite wonderful. (Pause.) Researcher ███████: Team, who was that. D-4488-3: Whadya mean? It's D-4488-5. Researcher ███████: You're on a four person crew. (Pause.) D-4488-1: W- (All team members cover their ears once again, with D-4488-1 rapidly careening the vessel downwards for more than 10 minutes. Team members begin to panic as a land formation is seen for a split second before the vessel collides with it, causing extreme damage to the vessel and presumably terminating the entire team. All but one camera are destroyed, which shows the wreck for 30 minutes, before a lush female voice is heard, as you feel the world around you for the first time. Looks like a simple feat, you made it to the bottom of the unknown, making it known. But the truth of it is, you will never know all the things that lurk in the dark, you will merely scream in the light for the answers you wish for, even though the answers you want aren't the part of life you should focus your finite time on. You should revel in the mystery, the wonder, the fear, of what could be out there in deep ocean waiting to help, waiting to destroy, waiting to do something entirely new. You know this is the truth, yet still question with logic the deepest depths and what they have to offer, instead of fearfully wondering what might be under that golden shore. I show what could be there, not what is, and you still logically question, instead of simply wondering what else could be there. Come to me and wonder, come to me and truly think. ! WARNING ! You have been flagged for: Unknown Cognitohazardous Infection Please remain calm and stationary. Await for a specialized team to arrive to deal with the problem. And while you wait, why not wonder what might be out there for a change?
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SCP-4489
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safe
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SCP-4489 - Apologies Authored by Kain Pathos Crow, rewritten by djkaktus. I wrote this as a rewrite of SCP-089-ARC. That article wasn't very good, so hopefully this is a little better. Image Credits: hobo.png is from here. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} BY ORDER OF THE OVERSEER COUNCIL The following file is Level 2/4489 Classified Unauthorized access is forbidden. 4489 Item#: 4489 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: caution link to memo SCP-4489 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4489 is contained within a low-security item locker at Site-81. Access to SCP-4489 is to be granted only with permission from the Site-81 research authority. Description: SCP-4489 is a small, carved wooden statue of a cartoon hobo. Individuals exposed to SCP-4489 in close proximity will gradually begin to express feelings of guilt, often as a result of minor or non-existent slights they feel that they have somehow inflicted on those around them. Prolonged exposure to SCP-4489 often leads to such inflated feelings of guilt and regret that the subject becomes inconsolable or otherwise impossible to interact with until SCP-4489 is removed. Subjects typically return to a baseline behavior after SCP-4489 has been removed, time depending on the length of time exposed. Addendum 4489.1: Testing Log For testing purposes, SCP-4489 was set on a table in the center of a standard testing chamber. Subjects were then exposed to SCP-4489 in various scenarios and for various lengths of time. CONTROL Test Log 4489.1.0 Site-81 Description: SCP-4489 is set on a table in the middle of a testing chamber. D-91411 introduced to the testing chamber for a period of 5 minutes. Outcome: D-91411 is removed from the chamber after 5 minutes. Subject apologizes for being such a boring test subject. Test Log 4489.1.1 Site-81 Description: SCP-4489 is set on a table in the middle of a testing chamber. D-95641 introduced to the testing chamber for a period of 20 minutes. Outcome: D-95641 is removed from the chamber after 20 minutes. D-95641 weeps openly upon extraction, stating that she "didn't mean to breathe so much in there but it just couldn't be helped". Test Log 4489.1.2 Site-81 Description: SCP-4489 is set on a table in the middle of a testing chamber. D-98446 introduced to the testing chamber for a period of 1 hour. Outcome: D-98446 must be physically removed from the chamber and is inconsolable for several hours afterwards. Once D-98446 is sufficiently calmed, he apologizes profusely for "having to pee so bad". Test Log 4489.1.3 Site-81 Description: SCP-4489 is set on a table in the middle of a testing chamber. D-84544 and D-91101 introduced to the testing chamber for a period of 5 minutes. TEST AUDIO RECORDING TRANSCRIPT D-91101 and D-84544 enter containment chamber. After a few moments, SCP-4489 is brought into the chamber and sat on a table. D-91101: So what now? We just sit here? Dr. Brannaugh: Yep. You just sit there. D-84544: Got it. Eight seconds pass. D-84544: Hey, buddy. D-91101: Yeah guy? D-84544: Look, I just wanted to apologize for getting all up in your space right now. I shouldn't be doing that. Note: D-84544 and D-91101 are currently more than 3m apart. D-91101: Oh, God, you don't need to apologize to me, man. I'm sorry for making you feel like you were in my space. You're not in my space; if anything, I'm in your space. D-84544: No, oh man, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to imply that you didn't know what your space was, or whether I was in it, honestly. I hope you can forgive me, please. D-91101: (Tears begin to form in the subject's eyes) Oh no, I can't believe I've done this to you. I can't believe I put you in a position where you felt like you needed to apologize to me for an implication that I misread. I'm so sorry pal, I didn't mean to hurt you this way. I'll get out of your space now. D-91101 moves to the corner of the containment cell. D-84544 bursts into tears and collapses to the ground. D-84544: (Through tears) No- I- I'm so- I'm so sorry you- you felt like- like you had to walk all that way just- just to satisfy my- my- my unreasonable space needs- I'm sorry- (sniff) Please for- forgive me. (Weeps openly) D-91101: No! I'm sorry for what I've done to you! It was my actions that reduced you to this! I am to blame! I'm sorry! D-84544: (Crawling to the opposite corner of the room) Wh-what? I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you over- over the sound of- of- of my own distracting- sobbing. D-91101: (Shouting and weeping) OH GOD PLEASE NO WHY DO I DO THIS TO PEOPLE, I'M SO SORRY FOR INCONVENIENCING YOU LIKE THIS BY NOT PROPERLY ARTICULATING. I'M SO SORRY. D-84544: I'm- I'm sorry my- my ears are so- so- (sobs) so dysfunctional. D-91101: I'M SORRY MY INADEQUACIES HAVE PUT THIS EAR DOUBT UPON YOU, YOUR EARS ARE FINE AND I AM AT FAULT FOR BEING SUCH AN OBNOXIOUS, INARTICULATE BUFFOON. D-84544: It- it- it was my hideous visage that- that did this to you, please- (turns to face into the corner) please let me sp- spare you my horrible face. I'm s-s-sorry I am so hideous. D-91101: PLEASE, PLEASE LET ME APOLOGIZE FOR SHOULDERING YOU WITH THIS INSURMOUNTABLE AND MISPLACED SELF-DOUBT. I AM THE ONE WITH THE HIDEOUS FACE. (Turns to face corner) PLEASE FORGIVE ME, MY SOUL CANNOT HANDLE THIS GREAT REGRET I FEEL FOR HARMING YOU IN THIS WAY. D-84544: My entire life exists only to- to- to be a mockery of a just existence. (Inconsolable sobbing) After an additional two minutes of D-84544 and D-91101 screaming apologies into the corners of the testing chamber, both subjects are removed and SCP-4489 is returned to storage. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4489" by djkaktus, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4489. 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: hobo.png Name: Carving by Olaf Trygg hobo Emmett Kelly.jpg Author: Trygg grandson License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons
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SCP-4490
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neutralized
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2/4490 LEVEL 2/4490 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-4490 Neutralized SCP-4490 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4490 is stored in a secure item locker at Site-19. Once per calendar year SCP-4490 is to be tested for functionality by a person with a visual acuity score of 20/200 or worse. SCP-4490 may be reclassified as Safe if found to be functional. Description: SCP-4490 is a pair of corrective lenses that adapt their prescriptions to accommodate the wearer. Subjects with any sort of visual impairment will experience complete relief from their symptoms while wearing SCP-4490. Such impairments include but are not limited to astigmatism, macular degeneration, colorblindness, and total blindness. Exposure to SCP-4490 does not permanently repair, restore, or correct visual impairment in exposed subjects and all related benefits end when the glasses are removed. Recovery Log: On 2016-12-12, Researcher Samuel Hendricks was injured in an on-the-job accident where exposure to caustic chemicals caused irreversible blindness. Dr. Hendricks was granted early access to his pension and allowed to medically retire from his contract in good standing. On 2020-01-04, Dr. Hendricks contacted the Foundation and requested to be reinstated; he disclosed he had received an anomalous object that had restored the use of his vision. He offered to submit both the object and himself for any required testing with the understanding his reinstatement would be given serious consideration. It is noted that Dr. Hendricks cooperated with all requests for information and access to the anomalous object in a timely manner. After careful evaluation, Dr. Hendricks was reinstated to active duty and allowed the use of SCP-4490 while assigned to Level 2 work. This employment agreement requires Dr. Hendricks to bequeath SCP-4490 to the Foundation upon either his termination, retirement, or death. SCP-4490, its carrying case, and an attached letter were all inventoried prior to Dr. Hendricks's return date. The carrying case is made from a dark stained hardwood and lined with a faux-velvet material and demonstrates no anomalous properties. A copy of the accompanying letter has been transcribed: Sam, All throughout my childhood, you were always the strong one. The leader. The house was always noisy, crowded, busy, but you were the calm and cool center of the storm for us all. I can't imagine any tougher task than trying to keep all eight of us in line after dad died, but you found a way to get us all out of high school alive. I just wish you could have done so with more compassion. Yes, Christmas is about rewarding each other with thoughtful gifts and the spirit of togetherness, but it is also about hindsight. You were cold, you were angry, and you were distant. It was one thing to want my oldest brother's respect but entirely another when life cruelly bent our family into making that same brother into my father figure. But the lessons you taught me, some more poignantly than others, helped shape me into the man I am today; I'm an ophthalmologist. An actual honest to god doctor and I've got the student loans to prove it. You forced me to grow up, to take responsibility for myself, to decide that if anything was going to be made of me it had to start from within. For that I thank you. And it is in the spirit of that hindsight I give you my greatest work to date. I was sorry to hear about your accident and I can only imagine what you're going through. We've both said some things, some really nasty things, to each other over the years. I hope you'll let me be there for you during this difficult time like you were there for me. And maybe this will make us cool again. 2020 vision. Your little brother, James Update: On 2021-01-06 Dr. Hendricks has applied for medical retirement once again. Further information was requested and he clarified that, as of 2021-01-01, SCP-4490 is no longer functioning.
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SCP-4491
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safe
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First frame of SCP-4491. Item #: SCP-4491 Special Containment Procedures: A single encrypted copy of SCP-4491 is to remain stored as "SCP-4491.3g2" on an external hard drive contained within a standard Safe security locker at Site-49. Requests to view SCP-4491 may be submitted to the project head for approval. Description: SCP-4491 is a 99 minute long video file consisting only of a black screen. While SCP-4491 has an audio track, no audible sound is produced at any point during the video's runtime. SCP-4491 was originally discovered on an internet movie discussion board as a .3g2 media file titled "pulp ficktion", uploaded on 2/14/2011 by ███.██.███.███. Humans viewing more than 7 consecutive frames of SCP-4491 describe the footage in various ways. Despite reports of the footage often varying depending on viewer, the following features have been noted across all depictions: Focus on a single, consistent scene, regardless of subject's previous exposure to SCP-4491. Extended dialogue scenes, even in instances lacking audio entirely. Gratuitous use, and often glorification, of excessive violence. Majority of scenes consisting of a single long take. All on-screen characters being depicted barefoot. Addendum 4491-1: SCP-4491 video descriptions Witnessing Subjects D-4977, D-2818 [Footage is described as without audio.] Scene described as a strange diner with a 1950's aesthetic. A plague doctor shares a milkshake with a porcelain mask propped against the napkin dispenser. The shot subsequently pans slowly back, revealing more of the diner as the pair drifts out of focus in the frame. The dance floor is revealed to contain a corn crake stiffly dancing with a pile of fruit snacks, which remains motionless. The shot further widens to reveal a fish-headed figure tied to a chair. The figure displays no visible wounds. Two nondescript subjects1 approach from off-screen. The first subject proceeds to repeatedly punch the fish-headed figure while the second subject begins pouring gasoline on it. Scene proceeds as such for 3 minutes before ending. Dr. Jack Bright [Footage is described as without audio.] Scene is described as the basement of a home. The fish-headed figure sits bound in a chair alongside a man wearing an EMU-type spacesuit. A red ballgag is pressed into the fish-headed figure's mouth, and another is affixed tightly across the spaceman's visor. A man holding a shotgun2 drifts into frame, and begins conferring with an off-screen figure. While his reflection is visible in the spaceman's visor, no second figure can be seen, though a string of distorted lowercase text is visible in the reflection.3 The man holding the shotgun brandishes the weapon at the bound pair repeatedly before smiling wickedly and standing. Feed cuts abruptly. Remaining 78 minute runtime is devoted to a black and white propaganda film extolling the virtues of capitalism. D-1843, D-2343, Dr. Cimmerian [Footage is described as accompanied by audio.] Scene is described as the interior of a diner. Eight figures sit around a circular table around a briefcase. Subjects proceed to discuss United States wage law for 4 minutes. The figure seated at the far left of the frame4 begins speaking over others, and advocating for the destruction of multiple Euclid and Keter anomalies, including SCP-035, SCP-049, and SCP-343. The figure seated at the opposite side of the table5 rises and draws a gun, shooting the primary speaker twice in the chest. Remaining figures fall silent and stare at the gun. No significant change occurs for 18 minutes, at which point the briefcase on the table spontaneously opens and the scene ends before its contents are revealed. D-1221 [Footage is described as accompanied by audio.] Scene described as a car interior. In the back seat, a man with a fish's head wearing a suit is bleeding profusely from a wound to the abdomen. A plague doctor drives the car, and a corn crake sits in the passenger seat. The plague doctor alternates between reassuring the wounded figure that it is going to live, and discussing the nomenclature of hamburger sandwiches with the corn crake, who produces no audio. After 1 minute and 18 seconds, the corn crake turns around in its seat to face the wounded figure and opens its mouth. The vehicle violently ruptures apart from concussive pressure, described as being caused by a 'deafening noise'. Scene ends. [D-1221 subsequently developed symptoms consistent with acute tinnitus.] Footnotes 1. Subsequently identified as O5-1 and O5-7 2. Subsequently identified as Dr. Alto Clef 3. Text described as difficult to read. Sequence of characters "u, t, r, u, s, t" was observed by the subject. 4. Subsequently identified as Dr. Jeremiah Cimmerian 5. Subsequently identified as a group of 6 raccoons wearing a trench coat
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SCP-4492
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safe
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close Info X More by this author Image Source: Here! Photographer: Joe Futrelle, CC-BY-SA 2.0 SCP-4492 during a 4492-LEITHRIS event. Item #: SCP-4492 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4492 is to be contained in a standard object storage locker. Description: SCP-4492 is a blue collapsible umbrella. When an individual submerges SCP-4492 in a toilet, said individual undergoes a 4492-LEITHRIS event. During an 4492-LEITHRIS event, the individual's rectum and bladder empty completely. The removed feces and urine then manifests one kilometer above SCP-4492. While falling, the excreta spreads across an approximate ten-meter radius. SCP-4492 then demanifests from the toilet before remanifesting in the individual's hand. Addendum: Discovery SCP-4492 was discovered in Eleva, Wisconsin after a substantial amount of reports concerning a putrid scent surrounding the Sunview Residence property. Following a short investigation, the homeowner, Emma Tannen, a known employee of GoI-333 "Peculiar Post", was taken into Foundation custody, and SCP-4492 was confiscated from their residence. After initial testing of SCP-4492's properties, Dr. Noah Addams conducted an interview with Emma Tannen. Following the interview, Emma Tannen was amnestized and released from Foundation custody. <Begin Log> Dr. Noah Addams: So, Ms. Tannen, would you be able to tell me a bit about your umbrella? Emma Tannen: God, I could tell you an absurd amount of things about it. Be more specific; faster I can get out of here, the faster I can go home. Dr. Addams: Alright then… what was your purpose in creating it? Tannen sits back in their chair, laughing for a moment. Tannen: Okay, buckle up, this is gonna be a long story. So, I'm a journalist at the Peculiar Post. Sure you know all about us, right? Dr. Addams nods. Tannen: Good, good. Well, our boss, eh, Boss, has eyes everywhere. It's why he was able to get so many juicy stories that kickstarted the company. But recently he's been… kind of a jerk. He's actively shooting down company drama, which is good, but he's also been really strange about bathroom breaks. There's this saying or meme or whatever, and it goes: 'boss makes a dollar, I make a dime, that's why I poop, on company time.' Well, he's started to go on complete rampages on people who try to do that. That's when folks started thinking: what if he's watching the bathrooms? Watching us piss and shit and— Dr. Addams: No need to be so vulgar, Ms. Tannen. Tannen glares at Dr. Addams. Tannen: Just- ugh, just let me tell my story. Anyways, everyone was worried he was peeping on us while we were going to the bathroom. The prospect of someone watching me wipe my ass wasn't exactly appealing, so I made the umbrella. That way, I don't even have to sit down on the toilet! I'm a complete genius, eh? Dr. Addams: Are you aware of the fact that we discovered you due to the 'pungent odor of feces' surrounding your house? Tannen suddenly frowns, then shakes their head. Tannen: I, uh, may have ended up using it at home a bit too much… What can I say, it's very convenient! I've saved so much money by not having to buy toilet paper. Dr. Addams: Alright. Well… we have one more question. Why an umbrella? Tannen's face contorts in confusion for a moment. Tannen: Well, uh, why not an umbrella? And, um… oh shit, right— if I'm going to leave my house right after going to the bathroom, I don't want to be rained upon by my own excrement. Several seconds of silence pass. Tannen: That was bullshit, by the way. Dr. Addams: I could tell, Ms. Tannen. Thank you for your cooperation. <End Log> More From This Author More From This Author Ellie3's Works SCPs SCP-5986 • SCP-4874 • SCP-2019-J • SCP-5033 • SCP-7308 • SCP-8308 • SCP-7300 • Tales/GoI Formats No Cars Allowed • Three Portlands Pastries • (Not The) Foundation Fight Club! • The Bed Salesman: A Brief Interlude • Find Your Way Back Home • Starlow Grocery • Sloth's Pit Christmas Façade • Foodies, Frogs, & Flying • The Apple Doesn't Fall Far • Talloran Shoots Archduke Franz Ferdinand • A Hero I Would Be! • Cuteness On Main! • Memory Dives & Deep Desires • The Many Business Ventures of S & C Plastics • Critter Profile: Cappi! • Other Ellie3 (Gimmick Free!) • ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4492" by Ellie3, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4492. 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: toilet.jpg Name: It's an umbrella in a toilet Author: Joe Futrelle License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: Flickr
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SCP-4493
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keter
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An instance of SCP-4493-1. Item #: SCP-4493 Special Containment Procedures: Under no circumstances is the SCP Foundation, any of its subsidiary companies, or any individual employee thereof to profess pride in or support of an LGBT identity during the month of June. Due to the nature of SCP-4493, full containment is difficult. SCP-4493-1 instances are unable to be deleted from the internet platform upon which they are posted. MTF Lambda-69 (“Riding Spinners”) are to be deployed to affected entities. Members of MTF L-69 are to focus upon providing “spin” to the information revealed in SCP-4493-1 instances but also obfuscation in times where the information may be anomalous in nature. SCP-4493-1 instances can be obfuscated with Protocol 0-Cool. SCP-4493-2 instances may be summarily destroyed. Foundation moles are to be situated (where applicable) within corporations and police departments thought to be involved in unethical dealings with LGBT individuals or any other unethical practices. These moles are to attempt to discourage any show of support in LGBT identities during the month of June. Description: SCP-4493 is a phenomenon that affects large organizations, especially corporations and political groups, that publicly profess solidarity with or support for LGBT individuals during the month of June. When affected organizations publish social media posts or advertisements that express support for the LGBT community, those media will be altered to highlight the negative impacts that the organization in question has had on LGBT individuals; SCP-4493 can also create new posts on social media sites. SCP-4493 appears to be transmitted between organizations that have notable economic or political ties; it can also be transmitted between organizations that send groups to march in the same LGBT Pride parade. Social media posts altered or created by SCP-4493 are designated SCP-4493-1. SCP-4493-1 instances cannot be deleted from their original social media platform by usual means; this property extends to SCP-4493-1 re-posted to other social media pages (i.e. “retweets” on Twitter). As a result, containment of SCP-4493-1 instances requires cooperation with both the affected organization and the social media platform that contains the SCP-4493-1 instances. Physical advertisements (such as billboards or pamphlets) affected by SCP-4493 are designated SCP-4493-2. SCP-4493-2 instances are altered instantaneously, changing between frames when the transformation is recorded. SCP-4493-2 instances are always created from previously existing media, rather than created spontaneously by SCP-4493; they maintain no anomalous properties after their transformation, and can be destroyed without incident. Incident 4493-7: On 24 June 2019, a post by the Columbus Police Department's Facebook became an instance of SCP-4493-1. It highlights numerous human rights abuses leveraged at LGBT individuals and others. Three police officers (Sgt. N. Krum, Officer B. Smith, and Officer L. Aaron) are highlighted to have used their positions to carry out numerous crimes on individuals within the city. The three police officers were later found dead in their respective homes. All are said to have died of heart attacks with no sign of foul play. GOI-5869's possible involvement is being investigated. + O5 Clearance Required - Access granted Due to SCP-4493 providing a Keter-level containment procedure and causing undue stress, the actions of GOI-5869 were considered a breach of current agreements and treaties with the Foundation. A meeting with O5-6 and POI-6870 was enacted in order to reach a resolution and/or hold them accountable. The meeting took place on 14 June 2019. O5-6: I'm O5-6. Here on behalf of O5 Command and the SCP Foundation. Silence for three seconds. POI-6870: <Coughs.> Oh, shit. Sorry. I'm Jude Kriyot. I'm here on behalf of myself. O5-6: You expect me to believe that? POI-6870: Listen, dude. This was all me. No one else in the chat had anything to do with this. I don't think my actions should, you know, be used against the entirety of Gamers Against Weed. They'd've told me not to do this, if they heard about it. O5-6: You admit creation of SCP-4493? The so-called “Pride Hacker?” POI-6870: You know I don't know those numbers. O5-6: It's for the recording. POI-6870: Oh, okay. Cool. But yeah, I did it. And I don't consider it a breach of our agreement. O5-6: And how do you suppose that is? POI-6870 leans back in his chair. He does not speak for twenty-two seconds. POI-6870: As far as I remember, and my memory is surprisingly good, the agreement was that I keep all the kids in line. I keep everyone in my care from causing undue harm to the good people of this world. I make sure that the little dudes who can maybe cause you big trouble spend their energies on stupid, fun shit instead of making monsters and sex palaces in their basements, right? O5-6: Certainly, that is part of the agreement, but— POI-6870: I also don't, what was it? I don't pierce the veil. I don't make magic that's too visible to people in the normal world or whatever you wanna call it, right? O5-6: Correct. And that's the issue. Did you think you personally targeting Absolut Vodka wasn't a breach of the agreement? I don't think even you could stretch the strictures of our dealings that far, sir. POI-6870 You know, that's the funny thing. I didn't target them. O5-6: You didn't? POI-6870: That's the fucked up part. I put the little bit of me in that shout about the new Mister Against Weed. I knew Wondertainment would be on that shit. It's like the flu, you know. Companies that work together, it spreads through their business dealings and manifests when they do some rainbow capitalism. O5-6: And of course, Wondertainment supplies to Marshall, Carter, and Dark? POI-6870: Really, I expected this to stay in our sphere. I wouldn't've made the posts fucking sticky as hell if I knew those guys were dealing with, like, normie companies, I wouldn't've had it do that. O5-6: It still would've been a breach of our agreement. POI-6870: Nah, bud. I don't consider a corporation a part of, the you know, public. If anything, I think I'm doing a service. O5-6: The Foundation does not see it that way, unfortunately. POI-6870: Well, I guess I understood our agreement a little differently, huh? There is silence for fifteen seconds. O5-6: Many of my colleagues wish for us to rescind our protection entirely, you know. They're not happy about this. POI-6870: I didn't hurt anyone. O5-6: Not directly. POI-6870: <Spoken in a raised voice. Sound quality is momentarily distorted, as though by static electricity.> Not at all. Not even a little bit. There is silence for eleven seconds. O5-6: <Clears throat> This will not be considered a breach of the agreement, in light of the highlighted misunderstanding. The Foundation would like to note that any further involvement by Gamers Against Weed in the public sphere will be regarded as a breach and will render our protection null and void. POI-6870: Bullshit. O5-6: Do you not accept the terms? POI-6870: <A sigh.> I accept. But, let me say one last thing. O5-6: Yes? POI-6870: If I were you guys, I wouldn't celebrate Pride anytime soon. O5-6: What makes you think our organization celebrates anything? POI-6870: Please. Even the CIA tosses out a rainbow now that gay marriage is legal. Don't knock my dick around. O5-6: You're certain we're infected? POI-6870: Oh, one hundred percent. By now, yeah. You've dabbled in this shit. It's all over you. O5-6: I don't think my colleagues will be happy. POI-6870: Fine with me, big dog. Am I free to go, or are you going to put me in a cell? O5-6: No. You may leave. End recording. Despite POI-6870's general disrespect toward the Foundation and its motives throughout the meeting, POI-6870 was judged to be more useful uncontained, given the vast resources that would be necessary to contain him and the possible retaliation of GOI-5869. Any further breach of agreement will be met with the full force of the Foundation.
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SCP-4494
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archon
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The Specter Fights For Justice! close Info X SCP-4494: The Specter Fights For Justice! Author: Mortos Entry for the 2019 JamCon theme "Pulp Fiction". If you like this, you can find more of my stuff here! SCP-4494 THE FOLLOWING FILE IS AFFECTED BY A CLASS I INFOHAZARD The normal presentation of this document has been altered through anomalous means; this is considered normal and is not cause for alarm. 4494 SCP-4494 immediately prior to demanifestation. Item #: SCP-4494 Special Containment Procedures: Direct witnesses to SCP-4494 related activity are to be amnesticised as necessary. No actions are to be taken against SCP-4494 by Foundation personnel at this time. Description: SCP-4494 is the physical embodiment of the concept of fighting crime. SCP-4494 typically manifests at night during law enforcement actions in which the relevant criminal element has an advantage, in order to render aid. It appears as a humanoid male of indeterminate age, wearing a wide-brimmed hat and long coat, and calls itself The Specter. Once it has successfully aided the relevant party, it will demanifest, though it has been known to hold brief conversations with people present beforehand.2 SCP-4494 also possesses a number of minor physical anomalies. It absorbs a significant portion of light across the visible spectrum, causing it to appear almost entirely black, and is able to alter the length of its cloak at will, an ability it seemingly only uses for dramatic flourish. Additionally, it possesses minor infohazardous properties: when referred to in text, the reference will always appear in a stylistic and dramatic font, and speakers invariably use a dramatic whisper when referring to SCP-4494 verbally. Should SCP-4494 be prevented from successfully aiding the group that triggered its manifestation, the entire concept of attempting to prevent illegal activity begins to break down. This occurs in an ever expanding area around SCP-4494, the size of which increases at a rate of approximately 100km per hour. People within this area no longer conceptualise the belief that crime is something which should be stopped, leading to the immediate cessation of all civilian, local and governmental law enforcement activity by affected people. To date, the only method of reversing this effect is to allow SCP-4494 to successfully aid law enforcement in preventing a crime in progress. Thus, it is believed that should the effect of impeding SCP-4494 become global, it would become irreversible. It should be noted that, while SCP-4494 appears to consider the Foundation a law enforcement organisation, law enforcement is not the mandate of the Foundation and as such Foundation personnel in the field are rarely significantly impacted by this effect. SCP-4494 Failure Timeline The following table contains observed results of SCP-4494 failure within a single city. Time Since Failure (HH:MM) Result 00:02 Law enforcement activities cease. 00:05 Local police forces all functionally disband, unable to comprehend the nature of their job. 00:10 Violent incidents and traffic accidents sky-rocket as the local populace no longer possess any conception of consequence for illegal activity. 00:30 Criminal elements become exceedingly active; no one in the city can conceive of the idea that they should be stopped. 01:20 Full-scale looting begins. 02:00 Local media begins musing on the events, unable to conceptualise what has changed that has led to the current situation. SCP-4494 failure has not been allowed to continue beyond this point to date. Addendum: The following is a transcript of a typical SCP-4494 encounter by Foundation personnel. To date, seven such encounters have occurred outside of the initial attempts at containment. Event Transcript Notes: MTF Sigma-12 ("Mary's Little Lambs") was engaged in a raid on a facility believed to be manufacturing and distributing an anomalous narcotic known as "Warp". They were pinned down when the occupants of the facility unexpectedly began using anomalous weaponry. Team consists of five members. [TRANSCRIPT BEGINS] Holtz: Shit! Varez is down! Take cover! A beam of white energy silently dematerialises a section of the crate Holtz is hiding behind. Samper: Where the fuck did they get those things? We're meant to be dealing with low-level drug runners here! Allard: Who cares, just take them out! Allard peeks around the vehicle being used for cover and fires a number of shots. Audio recorders pick up a cry of pain, suggesting a hit. Two white beams of energy strike the area, dematerialising Allard and the vehicle. Cranston: Allard is down, we need to fa- A white beam of energy hits Cranston, dematerialising her. A thick fog begins to coalesce on the ground, and begins quickly filling the facility. Holtz: Fuck, fuck! Samper, we need to retreat, we're three down and they've deployed some kind of gas weap- SCP-4494: Criminals! Evil-doers! Samper's helmet camera catches a flash of movement as something appears to drop from the ceiling rafters to the ground with a thud. SCP-4494: Denizens of the night! Your time has come, for now you face- The sound of impacts followed by muffled cries of pain can be heard in the distance. SCP-4494: THE SPECTER! Unknown voice: What the fuck is that! Take it out! Take it- A gurgled cry is heard. Holtz: What the hell is this now? Who's this Specter guy- wait what the fuck. Shit, we've got a secondary anomaly on the scene! Samper: Wait, I think I've been briefed on this thing, it's- SCP-4494: Fear not, agents of justice! Aid is at hand! The fog rapidly dissipates; a black figure can be seen in the distance engaging three hostiles in hand-to-hand combat. Holtz: Whatever, seems like it's on our side, let's get the job done! A brief firefight ensues, the surviving members of MTF Sigma-12 able to successfully use the distraction caused by SCP-4494 to re-engage the hostiles. Repeated sounds of impacts followed by cries of pain, along with a number of gunshots from mundane firearms are detected from the direction of SCP-4494. After approximately 40 seconds, all hostiles are neutralised. SCP-4494: Justice is served. The streets will no longer be plagued by these devils and their foul poisons. Holtz: Hey, we're going to need you to com- Samper grabs Holtz by the arm and curtly shakes his head. Samper: Thank you. We er, we couldn't have done this without you… SCP-4494: Hmm? Oh, yeah don't worry about it. Someone's gotta help deal with these guys, you know what I'm sayin'? Holtz: Er, yeah. A brief silence. Samper: So when you aren't here, you know, doing your thing… what do you do? SCP-4494: Oh, you know. Watch TV, browse the internet. Sometimes play some video games. Samper: Video games? Aren't you like, the embodiment of justice or something? SCP-4494: Yeah, and as the embodiment of justice let me tell you, that new Spider-Man game? Fucking good stuff! You played it? Samper: No, we don't really have much time for video games. SCP-4494: That's a shame. Justice loves video games, ya hear? Samper: I see. Well, thanks for your help, I guess. SCP-4494 coughs. SCP-4494: Worry not! Wherever darkness crawls, wherever injustice seeks to prevail, those who serve good will always have an ally in… THE SPECTER! SCP-4494 spins, its coat billowing dramatically and obscuring the cameras of both Holtz and Samper. When the visual returns, SCP-4494 is gone. [TRANSCRIPT ENDS] Footnotes 1. Archon-class anomalies are anomalies that should not be contained due to the damage that would be caused by doing so. 2. The content of these conversations has typically been noted as "jarring" or "surprising." ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4494" by Mortos, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4494. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Filename: File:Shadow Cosplay Photograph from Comic-Con International San Diego.jpg Author: Justin Langley License: CC-BY 4.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons
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SCP-4495
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keter
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close Info X ⚠️ Content warning: This article is really fucking unsanitary ⚠️ content warning Threat Level: Yellow Following the regular implementation of Procedure 610-Sinclair, SCP-4495 has achieved sufficient ectoentropic stability, and is no longer considered at risk of instigating an NK-Class Scenario. Legacy containment procedures are kept on record in the event that 610-Sinclair is no longer viable. Special Containment Procedures: Relevant personnel are to execute Procedure 610-Sinclair on a daily basis, and maintenance personnel are to inspect SCP-4495's containment chamber on a biweekly basis. SCP-4495 is contained inside of a three-tiered cell, each tier separated by a grated floor: SCP-4495 resides on the top tier, strapped into an alcove in the southern wall. SCP-4495's stomach is positioned at an acute angle with respect to the floor, allowing SCP-4495-1 to immediately fall through the grating upon generation. To prevent the buildup of stuck instances of SCP-4495-1, the grating is to be sprayed hourly by a series of built-in pressure-washers. The top tier is to remain refrigerated in the interests of reducing miasma. The middle tier contains a combination grinder and incinerator. Instances of SCP-4495-1 are forced into the machine through a funnel, emerging from the bottom as a temporarily inert paste. This process takes under 10 minutes. The bottom tier contains implements required for Procedure 610-Sinclair. Should Procedure 610-Sinclair become nonviable, SCP-4495-1 paste is to be pressed as thinly as possible, vacuum sealed, and stored in Site-56's provisional storage wing. Relevant personnel are to read Document 4495-610 at the nearest opportunity. Description: SCP-4495 is the partially decomposed corpse of an unidentified cryptid. Superficially, it resembles a bipedal pig clad in regal wear reclining upon a throne; however, closer examination reveals that the throne, figure, and raiments all constitute a single immobile organism (composed of keratin, bone, and skin). SCP-4495's ventral torso has ruptured; periodic contractions along its abdominal cavity continuously forces instances of SCP-4495-1 outward. Instances of SCP-4495-1 superficially resemble porcine intestines. SCP-4495-1 are animate, and behave in a manner roughly analogous to pythons, with the exception of extreme aggression in the presence of animal life. While instances of SCP-4495-1 can be damaged normally, they will reform if given enough time. Exposure to high temperatures delays this process, but does not halt it entirely. SCP-4495-1 can only be permanently destroyed through application of Procedure 610-Sinclair. DOCUMENT 4495-610: ANALYSIS OF SCP-4495-1 AND DETAILS OF PROCEDURE 610-SINCLAIR ACCESS GRANTED ANALYSIS OF SCP-4495-1 The following is a full-scale analysis of SCP-4495-1, authorized on 26/08/2008 by Director Agatha Drummond and primarily conducted by Drs. Rivka Yarkoni and Daniel Gums. This study was taken under the following assumptions: That SCP-4495 was either related to or intended to resemble a member of the Suidae family of animals. That SCP-4495 could be considered alive, dead, or inanimate, but theories which claimed inanimacy must remain exclusive from ones suggesting a biological origin. That if SCP-4495 could only be considered alive or dead, SCP-4495-1 was related to or intended to resemble animal intestines. That SCP-4495 ran the risk of causing an NK-Class Grey Goo Scenario if a method of permanently destroying SCP-4495-1 was not developed. As stated in SCP-4495's description, SCP-4495-1 resemble porcine intestines. However, instances of SCP-4495-1 are variable in shape and size to the extent that, assuming SCP-4495-1 functions as a theoretical living instance of SCP-4495's intestines, SCP-4495 as a species would either have possessed a theoretically infinite number of vestigial digestive systems or a radically variable diet between individuals. SCP-4495-1 was initially subjected to several rounds of chemical testing. Initial reports concluded that SCP-4495-1 was chemically inert. However, as such a conclusion would necessitate the usage of anomalous disposal methods, the Pepper Protocol was invoked, and chemical testing was to be continued for a period of a week. On 02/09/2008, Junior Researcher Malcolm Johnson violated quarantine protocols when he vomited on his respective batch of SCP-4495-1. Novel chemical reactions were immediately observed. DETAILS OF PROCEDURE 610-SINCLAIR. SCP-4495-1 in preparation for disposal. SCP-4495-1 paste is cleansed of grime through a food-safe cleaning mechanism. The resulting paste is then reheated over a period of an hour at 400 degrees Celsius. Paste is separated into a series of measured portions depending on the culinary attitudes of the Foundation. Portions are to be fitted with a fake casing. Portions are to be served to Foundation personnel on standard diet plans in lieu of pork. Unsold portions are to be fed to D-Class personnel as part of URA-2677's containment protocols. Uneaten portions of SCP-4495-1 are to be filtered out of Site-56's waste disposal system, thoroughly cleansed, and retreated with Procedure 610-Sinclair. Extensive experimentation shows that SCP-4495-1 is culinarily similar to common pork, with superior nutritional benefits and lower levels of cholesterol and saturated fats. This is in addition to its longevity; SCP-4495-1 treated with Procedure 610-Sinclair does not decay, and will remain inanimate for approximately two weeks without additional heat treatment. Most importantly, in addition to providing a better ratio of caloric content, consumption of SCP-4495-1 produces virtually no waste matter; a significant portion of SCP-4495-1 is essentially annihilated upon digestion. Mass implementation of Procedure 610-Sinclair is projected to save a significant amount of money on culinary expenses. Disinformation efforts are underway in the form of increased sanitary regulations.
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SCP-4496
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safe
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Item #: SCP-4496 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4496 is to be held in a secure anomalous item locker at Site-64. SCP-4496 should be stored in its "robot" configuration to avoid accidentally triggering its anomalous properties. Foundation web crawlers are to monitor internet traffic for activity under the username "MxMaster". Description: SCP-4496 is a Beast Wars: Super Lifeform Transformers action figure representing the character ランディー ("Randy"), produced exclusively for Japanese markets. The toy, as with its non-anomalous counterparts, is built around a primary gimmick of converting from a representation of an organic wild boar (Sus scrofa) to a bipedal "robot" with the use of a spring-loaded trigger. SCP-4496 is anomalously durable compared to other "Randy" action figures, lacking the excess fragility that typically characterizes the toys.1 SCP-4496's active anomalous effects manifest when its spring-loaded transformation is triggered. On conversion to its robot form, intermolecular forces within approximately 4.550 meters of SCP-4496 will be instantaneously and significantly weakened, rendering solid matter significantly more brittle and liable to crumble or tear under pressure. This effect is a permanent, one-time alteration of the surrounding molecules rather than an ongoing effect; other matter surrounding SCP-4496 after its conversion into "robot" will not be affected, and transforming it back to "boar" form will have no impact on matter it has previously affected. Gases and liquids are also affected; while liquids will be subject to a reduction in surface tension, there is little practical effect on gases due to their already-weak intermolecular force. However, testing has shown SCP objects of anomalous durability or fragility to be unaffected by the effect. Discovery: SCP-4496 was initially discovered by Agent Para of MTF Rho-40 ("Toys 'R' Us Kids") during routine surveillance of the dealer room at the 2004 Official Transformers Collectors' Convention in Rosemont, Illinois, after its activation during purchase from a dealer table caused the collapse of two tables and severe injury to the buyer. Subsequent interrogation of the seller, Mr. █████ ████████, revealed that he was aware of SCP-4496's anomalous properties, having broken his right arm and leg as well as several other rare items in his Transformers toy collection after triggering it; he had been attempting to sell the toy purely out of desire to not be around it any more. The Foundation took SCP-4496 into custody, and administered amnestics and medical treatment to both Mr. ████████ and the purchaser, Mr. ██████ ██████, under the pretext of both men having undiagnosed osteoporosis. Convention organisers 3H Productions disseminated a Foundation cover story about a damaged table that collapsed and injured Mr. ██████. Addendum: Collected Data The following data consists of interactions made through both the Usenet newsgroup alt.toys.transformers and private emails, and was taken from Mr. ████████'s personal computer. Post by KillerPunch in alt.toys.transformers thread "Dealing with "GOLD PLASTIC SYNDROME"", February 7, 2004 On my way to completing my BWN collection - just picked up the Randy and Crazybolt 2pack - but i'm worried about "Gold Plastic Syndrome". How to best make sure Randy doesn't shatter whenever i pick him up? Don't want to have to hunt down a new one. [EXTRANEOUS POSTS REMOVED] Post by MxMaster2 in alt.toys.transformers thread "Dealing with "GOLD PLASTIC SYNDROME"", February 9, 2004 hey man i can help you out, i know a guy whose taught me plenty of tricks for this stuff. if you mail randy to me i can treat him and send him back to you . hell be solid as a rock. send me an email ██████@aol.com Post by KillerPunch in alt.toys.transformers thread "Dealing with "GOLD PLASTIC SYNDROME"", February 9, 2004 Sent From: ████████@yahoo.com To: ██████@aol.com Sent: February 9, 2004 Subject: GPS fixes I didn't know what to think about this, but figured "what have I got to lose? How much do you want for doing this? From: ██████@aol.com To: ████████@yahoo.com Sent: February 10, 2004 Subject: RE:GPS fixes no cost, i wanna get my name out there and i need practice doing this anyway. just send it over, ill fix it and send it back to you. [MAILING ADDRESS REMOVED] From: ████████@yahoo.com To: ██████@aol.com Sent: February 12, 2004 Subject: RE:GPS fixes I know it's a risk but i figure if i don't he'll just break in 6 months anyway. Putting him in the mail now. [MAILING ADDRESS REMOVED] From: ██████@aol.com To: ████████@yahoo.com Sent: February 26, 2004 Subject: RE:GPS fixes all done. hes basicly unbreakable now. sent him back to you - enjoy From: ████████@yahoo.com To: ██████@aol.com Sent: March 15, 2004 Subject: RE:GPS fixes What the hell did you do? He's not crumbling sure but when I transformed him its like everything around me shattered instead. My toy shelves collapsed and i've broken my leg AND my arm. Did you use some fucked up chemicals or something?? From: ██████@aol.com To: ████████@yahoo.com Sent: March 17, 2004 Subject: RE:GPS fixes ohhhh. i was wondering where all that fragility was going when i forced it out. thats magic for you. sorry man From: ████████@yahoo.com To: ██████@aol.com Sent: March 17, 2004 Subject: RE:GPS fixes what?? From: ████████@yahoo.com To: ██████@aol.com Sent: March 21, 2004 Subject: RE:GPS fixes hello?????? Foundation efforts to locate or identify "MxMaster" have been unsuccessful. Footnotes 1. Commonly referred to by toy collectors as "Gold Plastic Syndrome". 2. This username has since come to the Foundation's attention as a member of web-based anartist communities. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4496" by SJolene, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4496. 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-4497
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keter
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3/4497 LEVEL 3/4497 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-4497 Keter Special Containment Procedures: Due to SCP-4497's metaphysical nature, it is contained within an individual designated as SCP-4497-1. This individual is to be housed within a humanoid containment cell at Site-19 for as long as they maintain this designation. In the event that SCP-4497-1 loses the mantle of SCP-4497 and demonstrates no further anomalous traits, they are to be debriefed and returned to the general population. Prior to any periods of rest which may include sleep, SCP-4497-1 is to be interfaced with the Sanderson-Crosby Interpretive Dreaming Matrix mk IV (Codename: "SCIDMARK-4") in order to broadcast and record interactions relevant to SCP-4497. The use of MTF Omicron Rho ("The Dream Team") is authorized to facilitate the reacquisition of SCP-4497 should the current instance of SCP-4497-1 lose the mantle to an uncontained challenger. Update: Upon initialization of this article, SCP-4497 was classified as Safe. Per the events of Incident Log 4497.2 Incident Log 4497.3, the Object Classification has been amended to Euclid Keter. Description: SCP-4497 is a metaphysical mantle which imparts supernatural knowledge and skill within the domain of culinary arts. Those affected by SCP-4497 are intimately aware of the breadth of their ability and skill and demonstrate highly competitive tendencies in an effort to exercise the nature of SCP-4497-1. This culinary omniscience extends to any material which is even theoretically edible and capable of being processed through the use of culinary utensils. Through anomalous means, the use of SCP-4497 permanently alters these processed materials into a non-toxic and human-edible state. Upon entering REM sleep, subjects designated as SCP-4497-1 report waking into a persistent and shared dreamscape superficially bearing a resemblance to a sports arena or stadium. The center of the arena contains a variety of utensils and equipment common to cooking and baking where SCP-4497-1 is pitted against a challenger for the right to wear the mantle of SCP-4497. This challenger is conceptually designated as SCP-4497-2 and has, to date, been a unique individual during each recorded observation. While some instances of SCP-4497-2 have later been identified as members of the public, the majority of instances have been cataloged as members of GOI-31, the Oneiroi. The challenge pitting SCP-4497-1 against SCP-4497-2 proceeds in a predictable and ritualistic fashion. Each participant is presented with a theme ingredient and encouraged to make a creative dish utilizing this theme ingredient within an arbitrary time constraint. Should SCP-4497-1 be defeated by SCP-4497-2, the mantle of SCP-4497 will immediately be transferred into the new host and the previous instance of SCP-4497-1 will be immediately and permanently ejected from the dreamscape. An ejection from this dreamscape appears to permanently damage a person's ability to achieve REM sleep and all attempts at restoring this ability have so far been unsuccessful. OPEN Discovery Log 4497.1: CLOSE Discovery Log Dateline 2019-12-12: Containment Specialist Dr. Manny Eates notified Site-19 staff that he had encountered a known member of GOI-31 Oneiroi during an attempt at lucid dreaming. This entity was non-hostile and self-identified as "The Lord Mayor of Flavortown". Contact with this entity later led the Specialist to receive an invitation to "Kitchen Stadium" which is believed to be the origin point of SCP-4497. Specialist Eates was invited to participate in the ritual challenge and he proceeded without prior approval. The Specialist notes that his predecessor and the holder of the mantle, SCP-4497-1, was an ambulatory, two-meter tall mason jar occupied by a single gherkin-style pickle suspended in an unknown fluid, which identified itself as "The Flavor Elevator". Dr. Eates defeated the champion in a battle themed around yellowcake Uranium. The doctor was not allowed to taste, see, or perceive the champion's dish but reports that he created a 'yellowcake curry' featuring potatoes with actual eyes and the thigh meat of megafauna of unknown origin and type but superficially resembling a 'Rhode Island Red' chicken. After assuming the mantle and becoming SCP-4497-1, Dr. Eates reports that he awoke to discover the following feedback was flagged as having mentioned him on the Oneroi-hosted "yowl.slp" review site. OPEN yowl.slp Reviews CLOSE yowl.slp Reviews @LiterallyJudge1 |★★★★★| I can really feel that inner glow of your curry irradiating every capillary within me. This curry like a cancer grows. I know it will be the death of me but I can only hope my ancestors find me worthy. I go to face them with my belly full, heart happy, and DNA thoroughly denatured. @ProbablyJudge2 |★★★★☆| I could almost count the eyes on the potatoes as I devoured your curry. I enjoyed this immensely but I am French. 4 out of 5. @TheoreticallyJudge3 |★★★★★|★★ @ProbablyJudge2 is a ███████ █████ and a ███████ who I will downvote every time I perceive her. Unbelievably shitty conduct for a judge of this most prestigious competition to arbitrarily apply some sort of shitty constraint or hidden criteria to their grading. Does she think that she is the only one that can do this? I'm going to show her what an infinitely dense Belgian waffle can do! Here, chef, I want you to have some of these here extra stars. My arbitrary and hidden criteria are superior to hers. OPEN Incident Log 4497.2: CLOSE Incident Log Dateline 2019-05-28: During a scheduled employee morale event, SCP-4497-1 had provided apple 'brown betty'1 for consumption. A Level 3 Researcher named Jack Carmichael remarked that his version of the dessert was superior to the one produced by SCP-4497-1. Upon hearing this declaration, SCP-4497-1 challenged Researcher Carmichael to produce his dessert and subject it to a contest by popular vote. For reasons of morale, this contest was allowed to continue under the supervision of the Lead Researcher. By a final count of 23 to 17, Jack Carmichael's entry for apple brown betty defeated the entry of SCP-4497-1 and the mantle unexpectedly transferred to the new victor via competition in real-space. SCP-4497 has been upgraded to Euclid. OPEN Incident Log 4497.3: CLOSE Incident Log Dateline 2019-11-02: During a scheduled update regarding ongoing and unrelated matters, UIU Field Agent Daniel Paluzzi attended lunch in the Site-19 cafeteria. As per Site-19 Morale Policy, SCP-4497-1 had prepared potatoes au gratin to accompany the main course. Site Director Sanderson questioned the visiting agent as to whether or not he enjoyed the food and he offered the following remarks which were recorded: UIU Agent Daniel Paluzzi: Reminds me of my nonna's recipe. Not quite as good, of course, but pretty damn close. On the evening of 2019-11-02 during the regularly scheduled recording, it was noted that SCP-4497-1 was no longer able to enter REM sleep. Assigned D-Class personnel were dispatched into the dreamscape and confirmed the "defending champion" was represented by a retroform spectral entity identifying itself as "Nonna Paluzzi." As the object appears to now respond to declarative subjective comparison, SCP-4497 has been upgraded to Keter. Field Log 4497.4: Operation: SNACKDOWN Dateline 2019-11-04: MTF Omicron Rho ("The Dream Team") was interfaced with SCIDMARK-4 in an attempt to reacquire SCP-4497 via competition. MTF forces were equipped with subdermal thaumic sigils which allow for cooperation at near-instantaneous subconscious speeds between all attuned individuals. MTF Captain Boris Sokolov entered himself as the challenger, SCP-4497-2, and declared the fellow members of his MTF as his sous chefs. SCP-4497-1, "Nonna Paluzzi", manifested in order to defend the mantle of SCP-4497. [BEGIN RECORDING] The point-of-view of the SCIDMARK-4 device has been forcibly altered to an overhead camera which sweeps down onto the stadium from a previously unseen vantage point before settling behind the shoulders of SCP-4497-1 and SCP-4497-2. Both contestants stand at the foot of a dais looking up at an obsidian altar covered with a large metal dome. From around the altar appears a floating reniform2 yellow-white mass extruding numerous tentacles. Its tentacles vibrate as it 'speaks'. Host: Ladies and Gentlemen, Things and Thonks, welcome back to another thrilling, gripping, intriguing battle at Kitchen Stadium. Last week our new Thinkytime™ brand wok was christened with blood as Nonna Paluzzi defended her title against The Ravenous Bug Beast of Zeta Reticuli-IIIa in 'Battle Chartreuse'. What surprises do this week's challengers bring with them? What morphological and existential horrors will this week's special surprise theme ingredient present?! Let's find out… The camera zooms in past the contestants. As it does so, the yellow-white mass of the 'host' transforms into a viscous brown, globular substance which disperses and scatters to various off-screen locations. Afterward, the metal dome raises via unknown means to reveal a table full of various apparently human corpses dressed in 15th-century European clothing and bearing religious paraphernalia. Host: Battle Spanish Inquisition! The audio is filled with gasps, "ooh" and "ahh" style noises, applause from unseen sources, and general cheering from the off-screen crowd. Alternative camera angles cut to the contestant as they each nod in approval and excitement. SCP-4497-2 offers a polite clap. Host: Remember contestants. The rules are simple. You will have 3.6e+15 picoseconds to provide 'The Council of Judges' with your most sumptuous interpretation of this choice ingredient. One appetizer, one main course, and one dessert. Your 3.6e+15 picoseconds of 'Battle Spanish Inquisition' begins…now! Multiple camera angles cut to a brief conference held by the MTF wherein Agent Sokolov thinks through his menu with his sous chefs and divides up the duties. Thanks to the instantaneous thought-form communication facilitated by the subdermal sigils, this task is completed in mere moments, and Agent Sokolov and all three of his sous chefs ritualistically clap their hands together in unison as they 'break'. SCP-4497-1 and Agent Sokolov begin to heap portions of the secret ingredient into large woven baskets and to transfer whole corpses onto nearby gurneys. As this plays out the audio fades and voice-over begins an apparent advertisement. Voiceover: Today's 'secret ingredient' was graciously provided by 'Distant Memory Of A Forlorn Star™' brand farms and their associates. The good folks at 'Distant Memory Of A Forlorn Star™' toil every day, screaming on the underside of existence so you can enjoy the freshest inquisitorial corpses and memorabilia without any of the anachronistic risks or the constant threats of patricide. Feeling a little bit heretical? Nibble on an Inquisitor! As the voiceover fades, kitchen audio resumes and the sound of numerous devices in action fills the air. Several trillion picoseconds have already elapsed as the camera briefly flashes to the countdown clock. Dramatic music underscores rapid camera cuts as SCP-4497-1 demonstratively instructs their two sous chefs as they treat and prepare the secret ingredient. Likewise, on the other side of the arena, SCP-4497-2 led by Agent Sokolov occasionally wordlessly look up from their labors in order to make eye contact and nod to one another as commands are instantaneously exchanged. The battle continues to progress with increasingly aggressive and bombastic edits, graphics, and music. Multiple rapids cuts and close-zooms of the contestants' faces are arrayed over the dramatic thrums of a pipe organ as they chop ingredients, activate food processors, and rotate frying pans. The 'host' floats overtop of the arena encouraging the contestants onward as the clock nears zero. Host: 6e+13 picoseconds remaining! You should be plating by now! The cheering of the crowd continues to escalate as the deadline draws near and a blaring klaxon declares that the cooking time has finally ended. The previously bright white light of the stadium is replaced by an ominous and deep red light as the contestants bring their prepared dishes to set before the 'The Council of Judges'. SCP-4497-2, the challenger, presents first. The camera is tight to his face as he begins to speak. Agent Sokolov: Alright, so tonight I wanted to prepare for you a culinary journey that really speaks to the true flavor of the Spanish Inquisitor, so I've kind of taken us on a journey of all the most heretical flavors that Europe has to offer. I wanted to kind of play off of that and really let this beautiful Inquisitor be the star of the show. I hope you enjoy. The camera slowly rolls left to right showing off the Agent's dishes. Agent Sokolov: Okay, first we have our appetizer. This is a call back to the greatest heretics of southern France with our take on a sort of charcuterie board. We have a thinly sliced, nice and fatty Inquisitor belly that's been brined in a Dead Sea marinade and then just real quickly been raked over the conceptual essence of a torturer's rack. That's served with thin crispy compressed slices of Cardinal Richelieu's beard. The cheese is a sharp cheddar from the Mare Frigoris region of Luna. Aaand, the wine isn't wine at all, it's distilled heresy which, turns out, has the same properties and flavor profile of pinot noir. Various cuts to the judges are interspersed as they begin to eat the appetizer. The first judge appears to be a direct representation of Alexander Hamilton except he's a two-meter-tall Komodo dragon. The second judge is the one-meter-wide disembodied head of Salvador Dali, his mustache twisted into a Mobius strip. And the third judge is a completely hairless Guy Fieri adorned with sunglasses. The judges appear to enjoy their meal but are sparing their commentary for later. Agent Sokolov: For our main course, we wanted to stick to the namesake's Spanish roots. We took the Inquisitor's thighs and we wrapped them in liturgical vestments which we had soaked in sherry. Then just finished off with a rub of ground Espellete peppers, cumin, saffron, and ground teeth. And then we just seared that real quick over the same open fires we used to roast the feet of the heretics for our side dish. Speaking of, we have some cracklins made from heretic's feet and we just left those out to confess to their heresy for almost the entire hour and really let them render down and crisp up. Enjoy. There is another brief cut to the judges as they enjoy the heretic cracklins. They nod to each other as they pay particular attention to the crunch. Agent Sokolov: And finally for dessert, we call this one 'Plenary Indulgence', which we're quite proud of. We have for you a sort of French style upside-down apple dessert infused with rich and decadent Papal Authority. This is served warm, with a caramel flavored Reformation sauce and a dollop of vanilla custard ice cream. We took a real risk here, it's just plain old totally normal vanilla custard. Alexander Hamilton: Well I for one want to thank you for this delicious and cannibalistic journey. I really had a good time touring Europe for that succulent taste of heresy that the Inquisitors were after. I felt like I was there. In a castle. Burning witches until they confessed. Very good. Dali's Head: Figuratively striking. Tastefully absurd. But a lot of what you put up today was very real. You didn't ask me to imagine a single thing for you on this entire menu. I'm not sure that's worked out in your favor here but we'll see. Overall strong just not a lot of risks being taken. Agent Sokolov: Okay, thank you for your feedback. Hairless Guy Fieri: This was definitely a rad cool smackdown of flavor bonanzas all up in our grills and I just can't get over how knockout dynamite this totally ordinary and completely mundane custard is. Seriously I could dive right in. I could go out to my car, open the glove box, try on my welder's goggles because those are closer to the handle, toss them out, then reach in and fish for my diving goggles, put those on, come back inside, return to the table, go down into the arena, strip down to just my underoos, pucker up real tight, take a deep breath, and just dive on in to Flavor Central located in that bowl of custard you got back there at your station. Just incredible. Agent Sokolov: Wow, thank you, I appreciate that a lot. Honestly, I'm honored to have been able to serve you this meal, it's really been a pleasure to work with such ingredients. The table is cleared and many fast edit-swipes indicate the passage of time as the incumbent SCP-4497-1 presents their meal. Host: Nonna Paluzzi, please explain your meal. Nonna: Well my dearies, as a woman that's been dead for nearly ten years this one was a real challenge. First, my appetizer is a cold mushroom salad tossed with a vinaigrette. The mushrooms were grown from fields fertilized with a mixture of the bonemeal and ash of heretics and then they were pressed between copies of Malleus Maleficarum until nice and thin. The marinade and dressing are a mixture of olive oil, shallots, garlic, the reticence of the clergy, and a dash of increasingly brutal prosecution for that extra kick. The camera similarly features the judges eating the salad and making a variety of highly conspicuous and approving faces. Nonna: I call our main course 'Porco Dio'. We have cured and slow-cooked 'long pig' tossed in a gravy of Inquisitor-fat, disregarded facts, and thinly veiled political agendas extracted from Renaissance-era royal-courts. To go with that, we have a tangy mango slaw and a nice potato roll to make your own sandwich. You'll be screaming 'porco dio' for sure! Get yourself right on that heretic's list ehehehe. Camera cuts to a long shot showing all three judges laughing and smiling politely at the joke. Guy Fieri looks nervously to the disembodied head of Salvador Dali before dabbing his napkin on his suddenly very sweaty brow. Nonna: Ahem, now then. Finally for dessert. Unfortunately, since I am just one woman I wasn't quite able to get everything on the plate that I had hoped before time ran out. Those picoseconds really flew by. This is my grandson's favorite dish, potatoes au gratin. Enjoy. Alexander Hamilton: I'm having a hard time tasting the Inquisitor in this, Nonna, where is it? Nonna: That was the thing I had trouble getting on the plate, sorry. Hairless Guy Fieri: So the one thing that needed to be here you didn't even attempt to work into the dish that you served us? Nonna: That's correct. Dali's Head: I love it. So subversive. Host: Thank you, contestants. You can go back to your stations while the votes are tallied. Dramatic music resurges as the camera drifts upwards and away from 'The Council of Judges'. As the camera continues to drift outward it becomes clear that the contestants are moving in real-time however the judges are experiencing some sort of localized temporal anomaly such that their debate has been sped up to mere seconds rather than minutes. After approximately thirty total seconds of real-time, the temporal anomaly ends and the 'host' assumes center stage. The contestants approach and stand before him at the foot of the dais. Host: Iron Chef Nonna Paluzzi. (SCP-4497-1 bows to the host) Challenger Boris Sokolov. (SCP-4497-2 bows to the host) The votes are in. And the winner of this Battle Spanish Inquisition is… Host: The Challenger! Boris Sokolov!" The camera immediately cuts to Agent Sokolov as he blushes and his sous chefs rush in to congratulate him. Agent Sokolov crosses the aisle and attempts to shake SCP-4497-1's hand but the spectral entity disperses into an ectoplasmic ether as her final pained scream momentarily eclipses the cheering and applause. Credits begin to roll as Agent Sokolov is handed a black chef's jacket embroidered with his name. The screen fades to black as he puts it on. [END RECORDING] Footnotes 1. A traditional American dessert made from fruit and sweetened crumbs, similar to a cobbler or a crisp. 2. Kidney shaped. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4497" by ManyMeats, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4497. 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-4498
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SCP-4498 - The Plurality of Elias Shaw The spiritual successor to SCP-4444. Back when I was on staff, somebody once mentioned that they wanted to put together a series of tales about a Crisis on Elias Shaw. That is, the series would explore what would happen if every Elias Shaw that ever was came together in one place. Shenanigans would no doubt follow. This is definitely not that, but I liked the idea of a zillion Shaws running around, so this is what I ended up with. Pirate Queen Elias Shaw was just too fresh an idea to let slip. I maintain that the line about the duck is maybe the funniest thing I've ever written here. It's fun to step back and see how my application of Elias (fuck you Bright) has evolved over the years. He's in SCP-715, A Site-19 Christmas Carol, SCP-2935, SCP-1730, SCP-4444, and now here. His personality and identity has changed, but I still think that his character is one of the most compelling in the entire Foundationverse. Elias grew up in the Foundation and his family is almost thoroughly intertwined with the Foundation's fate. It's a compelling case. This is another article that didn't spend much time between its inception and the mainlist. I started it in the morning and was basically finished by the early afternoon. Articles like that are tons of fun - I have no idea how they're going to turn out, but since you're not spending days grinding your teeth into dust trying to decide how to resolve a storyline, it doesn't feel like nearly as much of a grind. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} BY ORDER OF THE OVERSEER COUNCIL The following file describes a group of hostile anomalous entities, and is Level 2/4498 classified. Unauthorized access is forbidden. 4498 Item#: 4498 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: caution link to memo Agents of MTF Rh-8 approaching Site-53. Site-53 near Pittsburgh, PA. Special Containment Procedures: All instances of SCP-4498 are to be restricted to the 4498 Quarantined Exclusion Zone, formerly Site-53 near Pittsburgh, PA, USA. Interaction with SCP-4498 instances should be limited outside of official diplomatic operations, and under no circumstances are any instances of SCP-4498 permitted to leave the quarantined area. In the event of additional rioting events, Applied Task Force Shaw-99 "Oh No You Don't" is to subdue the instances of SCP-4498 using non-lethal means if possible. These procedures are to remain in place until such time as the effects of SCP-4498 can be fully mitigated. Management of SCP-4498's effects are under the jurisdiction of the Department of Internal Resolution and Regional Research Director Kain Pathos Crow. Description: SCP-4498 is the group designation for the 325+ men, women, animals, and anomalous entities who were previously assigned to or contained at Foundation Site-53 and who, as a result of an accident involving another anomalous artifact, have all assumed the consciousness of Foundation Dr. Elias Shaw. SCP-4498 was created as a result of an unexpected interaction between a now neutralized anomalous artifact and Director Elias Shaw. On May 9th, 2018 Dr. Shaw arrived at Site-53 to work with researchers assigned to SCP-████, a small porcelain cat statue that seemed to negate or depress the effects of nearby anomalies when its tail was turned clockwise. While inspecting the artifact personally, Dr. Shaw turned the tail counter-clockwise, having not been properly briefed that the tail could only be turned clockwise from its resting position1. This resulted in the tail of the artifact breaking off in Dr. Shaw's hand, accidentally triggering a different, previously unknown latent anomalous effect that interacted with and amplified the effect of SCP-963. Addendum 4498.1: Incident Log IL.4498/1 The following is a transcript of a video recording of the moment that SCP-4498 was created. Dr. Hammerling: -you'll see there on the paw a marking, we think that's maybe the signature of the creator, or some other craftsman's mark, so we're- Dr. Shaw: Yeah, I see that. Let me see here. (Pauses) Yep, ok, that's interesting. Researcher Ulrich: We've printed up our report, if you're interested in seeing the data. There are some really interesting figures in here - we might be able to apply this information to our anchors division. Dr. Shaw: Yeah, I see that. (Picks up SCP-4498) So what do you do? Just turn the tail? Which direction? Dr. Hammerling: Clockwise, but I wouldn't without proper- Researcher Fox: Wait, no, the other- Dr. Shaw turns the tail counter-clockwise. The tail breaks off and falls to the floor. Dr. Shaw: Oh. (Pauses) Whoops. The lights in the room flicker, as they do across the entire site. When the security camera reboots, SCP-4498-Hammerling, -Ulrich, and -Fox are standing up, having collapsed to the ground moments before. SCP-4498-Hammerling: Hang- wait, what. Dr. Shaw: What? What happened? SCP-4498-Fox: What do you mean, "what happened"? I was just- (pauses) Hold up. You're me. Dr. Shaw: Excuse me? SCP-4498-Hammerling: What are you talking about? He's me. I'm him, or- wait, who am I? That's my body. SCP-4498-Ulrich: Is this that stupid cat thing? What did it do? Did we all get swapped around or something? Dr. Shaw: Uh, no, I- SCP-4498-Fox: That's probably it. Alright, on the count of three everyone say who you are. Ready? (Pauses) Ok. One, two, three… Others, in-unison: Elias Shaw. Silence. Dr. Shaw: Uh oh. Addendum 4498.2: Emergency Communication Log EC.4498/1 The following is a transcript of a call made from the Site-53 emergency line. The call was made using the authorization code on Dr. Elias Shaw's ID badge. As protocol determined, the call was routed to SCP Foundation Senior Regional Director Sophia Light at Site-17. Phone ringing. Dir. Light: This is Sophia. Dr. Shaw: (Whispering) Ah Christ, thank God. Sophia, it's Eli. I don't have a lot of time, we- Dir. Light: Eli, slow down. What's going on? I can barely hear you. Dr. Shaw: Sophia, I think I've really screwed the pooch this time. Shagged the hound. Fucked the pup. It's bad, Sophia. Really, really bad. Dir. Light: (Sighs) Elias, please. I'm so busy today, I can't- Dr. Shaw: I know, I know, but this one is properly buggered Sophia. We were working on that dumb little cat thing that we were going to use in the anchor trials, right? Maybe two hours ago, I don't know. I was looking at it, and then I went to turn the tail- Dir. Light: Clockwise, right? Dr. Shaw: …yes, clockwise. (Pauses) When I turned it, uh… clockwise… it broke in my hand. Just like that. Poof. Dir. Light: Poof? Dr. Shaw: Just like that. Dir. Light: So what happened? You broke it and then what? Dr. Shaw: Hang on- saying I broke it is really a misnomer, it's more like it just- Dir. Light: Eli. Dr. Shaw: Right, sorry. Anyway, the lights started flickering and when everything had calmed down they… they… Dir. Light: They what, Eli? They what? Dr. Shaw: They're all me! Every single one of them, Sophia! I know I'm me, obviously- I'm wearing the fucking amulet, but- (pauses) Silence. Dir. Light: Eli? Hello? Dr. Shaw: (Whispering) Shhhhhhhhhh… they're nearby. (Silence) Ok, they've passed. Christ. Sophia, they all think they're me. Or maybe they are me, I don't know, but they're absolutely fucking mental, Sophia. They're out here storming around, throwing shit, writing naughty words on the whiteboards. They're mad, every single one of them. The site is in fucking lockdown, I'm sitting here in the goddamn shitter trying to stay out of sight, and I need a goddamn evac, Sophia. Silence. Dr. Shaw: Sophia? Dir. Light: Eli, I'm really, really busy today. Why does this always happen when I'm busy? Dr. Shaw: Well, ok, just send out a task force or something. What about Mann? Can't Mann do something about this? Dir. Light: Mann is away, Eli. He's at a conference off-site. Dr. Shaw: Ok, well, where's the fucking conference at and I'll call him myself? Dir. Light: Site-53. Dr. Shaw: Site-53? Dir. Light: Yeah, his team got there maybe ten, fifteen minutes ago? (Pauses) Eli? Dr. Shaw: Sophia, I'm at Site-53. Silence. Dir. Light: Fuck. Addendum 4498.3: Video Log VL.4498/1 VL.4498/1 Hallway Camera #32 5-9-2018 | 11:23:06: Camera is recording an empty hallway. 5-9-2018 | 11:23:14: Camera begins to shake slightly. 5-9-2018 | 11:23:26: Agent Troy Lament sprints down the hallway, screeching wildly. 5-9-2018 | 11:23:29: Regional Director Everett Mann, Dr. Justine Everwood, Dr. Arvind Desei, Dr. Charles Gears, and Regional Research Director Kain Pathos Crow also run down the hallway. 5-9-2018 | 11:23:37: Hallway is empty. Camera is still shaking. 5-9-2018 | 11:23:41: A mob of SCP-4498 instances run down the hallway. They are carrying broken pieces of furniture from the staff lounge, as well as kitchen utensils and at least three tires of unknown origin. 5-9-2018 | 11:23:57: Hallway is empty. 5-9-2018 | 11:24:04: SCP-4498-Clef enters the hallway. He stops to lean against the wall, breathing heavily and complaining about Agent Clef's physical fitness. After a moment, SCP-4498-Clef stumbles back into a trot and leaves the hall. Addendum 4498.4: Incident Log IL.4498/2 After several hours of radio silence from a locked down Site-53, Mobile Task Force Rhea-7 "Gate Guns" arrived on site to lift the lockdown and assist with de-escalating the situation. The following is a transcript of the video recording captured from Rh-8 Lead's body camera. MTF Rh-8 passes the site checkpoint and enters the Site-53 inner yard. They stop in front of the main door and windows, which have been boarded up. Rh-8 members exchange uncertain glances. Rh-8 Lead: Hello? Is anyone there? (Pauses) Dr. Shaw? Several voices: What do you want? Rh-8 Lead: My name is Agent Cody Blarns of Rhea-8. We're here to… extract you. (Pauses) Which one of you is Elias Shaw? SCP-4498-Donaldson2 appears in the doorway, holding a rifle. SCP-4498-Donaldson: Get fucked, tommyhawk. We're all Elias Shaw. Bugger off somewhere else, we've got this under control. There is the sound of an explosion from somewhere else on site. SCP-4498-Donaldson does not seem surprised. Rh-8 Lead: Alright, I understand, but we just need to get Dr. Mann and his team out first, as well as Dr. Sha- er, SCP-963. Is that alright? SCP-4498-Wilson:3 (Appearing on the rooftop) Is that alright? What- are we not Shaw enough for you? Just because we're not wearing that goddamn amulet means we're not actually Elias Shaw? Fuck you. Rh-8 Lead: Alright, like… look, we're not trying to start anything here. We just need to get in there and extract the individuals we're looking for, then we can negotiate for whatever else. SCP-4498-Donaldson: No luck, guncuck. You're not the bosses here anymore. Site-53 is under new management. Better management. Rh-8 Lead: Alright, can we talk to them, then? A figure appears on the roof alongside SCP-4498-Wilson. She is wearing a tri-point hat and three-quarter length jacket, as well as thigh-high boots and a butterfly eyepatch. The figure scans the task force then laughs loudly. Rh-8 Lead: I- what? Dr. Kiryu? SCP-4498-Z.Kiryu: Arrr, that be the Pirate Queen Elias Shaw to you, you filthy slim-dicked landwhale. I'll be callin' the shots around here from now on, not ye. Don't you dare take another step closer or my boys here will shove a hot poker up into yer asses. Rh-8 Dixon: You have got to be kidding me. SCP-4498-Z.Kiryu: The Pirate Queen Elias Shaw be not a kidder, ye rotten shark taint! Step off to the street with ye, and begone from my realm! Rh-8 Lead: We're just going to come in now. Sound of gunfire. Rhea-8 scatters. Rh-8 Lead: Christ, they're shooting at us! Command, we need backup, repeat, we are under fire! (Pauses) No, I mean, I think they're all really terrible shots, so we're not in any immediate danger, no. But they might get lucky, or- (pauses) yessir, we'll just post up here. Addendum 4498.5: Video Logs VL.4498/2 C-Wing Camera #4 5-9-2018 | 13:10:15: Camera is observing the temporary containment cell for SCP-0964. 5-9-2018 | 13:10:15: SCP-4498-Jones5 passes by the front of the containment cell. SCP-4498-Jones pauses when they hear a knocking on the cell door. SCP-4498-Jones: Hello? Who's in there? Unknown Voice: It's me, you asshole. It's Eli. When the site got locked down I got stuck in here with this fucker and I need to get out. I've gotta piss. SCP-4498-Jones: What the fuck were you doing in the shy guy's cell? Unknown Voice: Science, you dumbfuck, what do you think? SCP-4498-Jones: Hrm. I don't know, this feels like a trap. Is this a trap? Unknown Voice: What- why would this be a trap? I'm the one who's trapped, idiot. Let me out! SCP-4498-Jones: Hrmmmmm… ok. Just so long as you promise this isn't a trap. Unknown Voice: Fine, whatever. Open the fucking door. 5-9-2018 | 13:12:12: SCP-4498-Jones opens the door. SCP-4498-SCP-096 rapidly exits the containment chamber, cackling. The entity grabs SCP-4498-Jones and throws them down the full length of the hallway. SCP-4498-SCP-096: (Laughs) Fingers crossed, bitch! It was me the whole time! 5-9-2018 | 13:12:19: SCP-4498-SCP-096 closes the door to the containment cell. SCP-4498-SCP-096: Fuck yeah, this is awesome. 5-9-2018 | 13:12:24: SCP-4498-SCP-096 exits. VL.4498/3 Dumpster Camera #1 Camera is observing the Site-53 trash receptacles. A group of rats sits in front of a dumpster, watching it intently. Suddenly, a figure emerges from the dumpster, covered in refuse. SCP-4498-Fant:6 Come, my brothers. Join me in the down below. SCP-4498-rats: Praise the great Elias. Praise the dirty down below. All SCP-4498-rat instances enter the dumpster. SCP-4498-Fant descends. VL.4498/4 Exterior Camera #17 Several instances of SCP-4498 stand on the deck of a large wooden ship, believed to be constructed over the top of a Foundation-issue M1 Abrams tank. SCP-4498-Z.Kiryu stands at the front of the ship, one leg perched on the prow. Agent Troy Lament is visible, bound to the ship's mast and gagged. Addendum 4498.6: Audio Transcript The following audio was picked up by a microphone attached to a podium in the Site-53 conference hall. Based on the apparent proximity of the voices to the microphone, it is believed that the subjects were located in a nearby storage closet. Dir. Mann: Shhhhhh, quiet. There's another one coming. Quiet! Silence. SCP-4498-Paloma:7 (Sing-song voice) Come out Elias! We've got some big 'ole titties! And also Troy! Come out Eli! Voice fades into distance. Dr. Desei: This sucks. Dr. Everwood: Yep. Silence. Dr. Desei: So what are we gonna do? Dir. Mann: Good question. (Pauses) Is everyone here? Did we lose anyone? Dr. Desei: I'm here. Dr. Gears: I'm fine, Mann. Dr. Everwood: I'm also- Dr. Crow, please, get your ass out of my face. Dr. Crow: Ah, but I'm over here, Dr. Everwood! I believe that ass might belong to someone else! Dir. Mann: Who else is in here? Dr. Shaw: Hello friends. Sounds of a scuffle. Dr. Shaw: Whoa hey, cut it the fuck out! Ouch! What's wrong with you? Look, it's me, see? Amulet, right there. (Pauses) Jesus, that hurt. Get off me! Dir. Mann: What in the hell are you doing in here, Elias? Dr. Shaw: Hiding! I'm hiding. There are a thousand of me out there and they've lost their goddamn minds. Have you seen all the things they're doing? It's like they've never read the list! Dr. Mann: The what? Dr. Shaw: The… actually, nevermind. This joke isn't relevant anymore8. Dr. Mann: …what? Dr. Gears: We're getting off track. You know this is your fault, Elias. Dr. Shaw: Ah, well, hang on, that's not necessarily true. Teach the controversy, you know. Regardless of what happened here, we're all in this together, right? Silence. Dr. Desei: How much do you think the Pirate Elias would give us for him? Dr. Gears: We could use him to barter for Agent Lament. Dr. Shaw: Now hang on one fingerfucking second there you- Dr. Crow: On the contrary, comrades! I think if we want to clean up this mess, we'll need to utilize some of Dr. Shaw's anomalous features to do so. Dr. Shaw: Thank god, finally someone who- say what now. Dr. Crow: Your amulet's anomalous characteristics were imprinted on everyone at this site, but only imprinted, not installed. I believe if we can find the cat statue and figure out how to repair it, and then get you to do your thing to it, we'll be able to render the site and its inhabitants free from your particular brand of shenanigans. Dr. Shaw: Oh, well, that's not so bad, we- Dr. Crow: Of course, it might break the amulet. Dr. Shaw: …what. Dr. Mann: Hmmmmmmm… sad. Well, everyone makes sacrifices. Arvind, Everwood, grab that man. Let's go unfuck ourselves. Dr. Shaw: Why the fuck does this shit always happen to me. Addendum 4498.7: Recovered Document The following document was recovered on the person of Dr. Charles Gears, who claimed that many similar flyers had been posted around the site. εїз εїз εїз Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ εїз εїз εїз TO THE COWARD ELIAS SHAW BY THE AUTHORITY OF HER SALTIEST MAJESTY ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*ELIAS SHAW*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ Pirate Queen, Raider of the High Seas, Mad Butterfly of the Rolling Waves, WE DO COMMAND YOU TO APPEAR BEFORE THE PIRATE COUNCIL TO NEGOTIATE THE RELEASE OR BUTT-STABBING AND THEN EXECUTION OF ONE: TROY LAMENT HIS CRIMES ARE NUMEROUS: Lollygagging Saying Hurtful Things Criticizing Queen Shaw's Very Good Hat Fornication with a DUCK I WAS THE DUCK THIS WON'T BE FORGIVEN (✿˵◕‿◕˵) APPEAR OR BE BUTT STABBED (˶◕‿◕˶✿) Addendum 4498.8: Video Log Transcript The following video log details the 5/10/2018 negotiations between Dir. Everett Mann and the SCP-4498 instances identifying themselves as the Site-53 High Council. VL.4498/5 Inner Courtyard Camera #2 Dir. Mann, Dr. Gears, Dr. Shaw, and Dr. Crow enter the courtyard. Seated at a table across from them is SCP-4498-Z.Kiryu and several others. SCP-4498-Kingsbury:9 Cease, travelers! You stand before the High Council of- SCP-4498-Z.Kiryu: Arrrrrr, it be the Pirate Council, ye cum bucket. Get it right! SCP-4498-Kingsbury: Sorry. You stand before the Pirate Council of Site-53, in the glory of the Pirate Queen Elias Shaw. SCP-4498-Z.Kiryu: Arrr, that be true. (To Dr. Shaw) Ahoy there, Elias. Fancy meeting you here. Dr. Shaw: Zyn. SCP-4498-Z.Kiryu: Aye, that be not my name anymore, Elias. Now I too be Elias, Elias. In fact, we all be Elias. SCP-4498-Henson:10 I come representing the Culinary Eliases of the Kitchens and Breakrooms! Our feasts are legendary and very tasty! SCP-4498-Anders:11 I represent the Sneaky Darkness Eliases of the Parts Of The Site Where The Power Has Gone Out! We are sneaky and very mysterious. SCP-4498-Masters:12 I am MASTER ELIAS, Lord of the AquaEliases, Protector of the Toilets and Sinks! Dr. Crow: (To Dr. Gears) Interesting. It appears that, while they all maintain the same characteristics of the original Elias Shaw, their mannerisms and personalities have begun to differ wildly, even becoming ludicrous to the point of- SCP-4498-Fant: I am Filth Elias. Behold, my armies of trash and refuse. (Many instances of SCP-4498-rats appear at the feet of SCP-4498-Fant. They sway in unison and chant in an unknown language.) SCP-4498-Z.Kiryu: Arrrr, what a mighty council we be. So, Elias, have ye come for to rescue your precious man-toy Troy Lament? Dr. Shaw: (Sigh) Yeah, I guess. SCP-4498-Z.Kiryu: That's what I be wantin' to hear. Bring up the boy! Several instances of SCP-4498 carry Agent Lament into the courtyard and drop him in front of the table. He is naked and gagged. One of the instances removes the gag. Lament: (Coughs) Look, I said I didn't know it was a duck, alright? It was dark and hard to tell, that's not my fault. SCP-4498-Z.Kiryu: Quiet you, duck penetrator! There be business to do here. Fell business indeed. (To Dr. Shaw) Alright, Elias. We be havin' yer fowl fellator. Give us what we want. Dr. Shaw: What do you want? SCP-4498-Z.Kiryu: The amulet, Elias. Dr. Shaw: What? Why? SCP-4498-Z.Kiryu: Because, Elias. We don't know how long we'll be like this, and I'm not plannin' on dying anytime soon. You give me the amulet, and I'll give you Lament. Dr. Shaw: This is dumb. (Pauses) This is really dumb. Why the fuck are we doing this? You're all me, right? I never wanted to be a pirate, or a chef, or a sink person, or whatever the fuck that thing is- (points at SCP-4498-Fant). You're all me; sensible people, well known for their good instincts and controlled temperament. Why can't we just- Dr. Shaw hesitates. Dr. Gears, Dir. Mann and Dr. Crow are all staring at him. Dr. Shaw: What? You have something to say? SCP-4498-Z.Kiryu: Enough talk, Elias. Give me the amulet, or prepare to be boarded. Dr. Gears: (Stepping forward) Fine, fine. He'll give you the amulet. Dr. Shaw: I will? Dr. Gears: In exchange, we want the cat statue. SCP-4498-Z.Kiryu: Cat statue? (Squints) What's yer game, Cog? Dr. Gears: Further study and investigation. Come now, Pirate Queen Shaw. I know we're all men and women of science. SCP-4498-Z.Kiryu: Hmmmmmm… acceptable. Hand it over. Dr. Gears: Cat first. Dr. Shaw: Hellooooo, I'm still here. SCP-4498-Z.Kiryu: Arrr, this be feeling like a trick. Be this a trick? Dr. Gears: Of course not. SCP-4498-Z.Kiryu: Hmmmmmm… well, that be good enough for me. Here be the cat. SCP-4498-Z.Kiryu tosses SCP-████ to Dr. Gears. Gears nods, and Dir. Mann pushes Dr. Shaw forwards towards the SCP-4498 instances, who restrain him. Dr. Shaw: Hey, whoa, fuck! As Agent Lament inch crawls towards Dir. Mann, Dr. Gears fiddles with SCP-████. SCP-4498-Z.Kiryu comes down from the table and stands in front of Dr. Shaw. SCP-4498-Z.Kiryu: Arrr, it be about time. Victory be at hand! First mate, bring me my best dick-snippin' knife! Dr. Shaw: Wait what the fuck. SCP-4498-Clef appears behind SCP-4498-Z.Kiryu. In its hands is a large knife. SCP-4498-Z.Kiryu: No hard feelings, Elias. Just need to make sure you don't try to get back up once I take back what's mine. Dr. Gears: (Holds SCP-████ out) There we go. (To Dr. Shaw) Elias. SCP-4498 instances and Dr. Shaw: What? Dr. Gears tosses SCP-████ to Dr. Shaw. Dr. Gears: Clockwise this time. SCP-4498-Z.Kiryu: Whoa, you told me this be not a trap! Dr. Gears shrugs. Dr. Shaw: Hahaha, hell yeah. Get fucked, pirate-ass-looking bitch. Dr. Shaw turns SCP-████'s tail clockwise. SCP-4498-Z.Kiryu and SCP-4498-Clef stumble backwards, as if hit in the chest. Both stagger forwards, rubbing their heads. Agent Clef: Christ, what happened? What did you do? Dr. Kiryu: Why am I wearing these boots? Dr. Shaw: Nice, it- SCP-████ disintegrates. Dr. Kiryu, Agent Clef and Dr. Shaw exchange glances. Dr. Crow turns and runs for the courtyard exit. Dr. Crow: Time to scamper, friends! Tally-ho! Dr. Shaw, Dr. Gears, Dir. Mann, Dr. Kiryu and Agent Clef sprint towards the door. Agent Clef picks up Agent Lament mid-sprint and carries him over his shoulder. All present SCP-4498 instances chase the group out of the courtyard. Addendum 4498.9: After Action Report The following is a series of interviews conducted by Site-17 staff in the wake of the Site-53 incident, once the site was re-contained. After Action Report Interview Regional Director Everett Mann Dr. Holly: Apologies for the inconvenience, Dr. Mann. This won't take long. Dir. Mann: Fine, fine. Go ahead, ask away. Dr. Holly: Can you tell me what happened immediately after you arrived at Site-53? Dir. Mann: Yeah. We got there, pulled up, walked inside, and a bunch of people were standing around talking to each other. When we came in they looked up and asked who we were, and when I told them they flew into some kind of… of drunken frenzy. Breaking tables, shattering glass. Almost like some kind of simian rage. One of them threw feces at me, I swear it. Dr. Holly: Why didn't you leave? Dir. Mann: Leave? (Scoffs) First of all, I am a doctor of the Foundation. A good doctor never flees. Second, who better to deal with an angry swarm of Elias Shaws than me, Dr. Everett Mann, the Foundation's greatest surgeon? Do you know I've never had a surgery that wasn't a perfect success? It's true. Dr. Holly: But certainly it would have been prudent to help your colleagues escape? Dir. Mann: Colleagues? Dr. Holly: Dr. Desei, Dr. Everwood. Dr. Gears. Dr. Crow? Dir. Mann: Ah, yes. I forgot the dog was there. Well, they performed admirably, though between you and me I think they talk too much. After Action Report Interview Dr. Arvind Desei Dr. Conner: So do you have anything else you'd like to- Dr. Desei: What took you all so long? Could you not have called a halfway competent task force a little earlier than you did? What about that one, you know… ahhh, what's it called. The one with the four of them… Pandora's Box! That's right. Instead I have to listen to Elias Shaw fuck Elias Shaw for twelve hours. You know how much Shaw on Shaw fucking there was going on in there, Kaden? Dr. Conner: Err, no, I don't. Dr. Desei: It was a lot. After Action Report Interview Dr. Elias Shaw Dr. Shaw: So. Silence. Dr. Shaw: How you doin? Silence. Dr. Shaw: Have you been to the gym recently, or- Dir. Light: Eli, I was supposed to be in Ibiza right now. You know where I'm not? Dr. Shaw: Ibiza? Silence. Dr. Shaw: Alright, look, yes, this was maybe not my best move. How was I supposed to know what would happen if you turned the tail too hard or something? Dir. Light: It wasn't too hard, Eli, you turned it in the wrong direction. Clockwise is to the right. You turned it to the left. Dr. Shaw: Huh. (Pauses) Man, sounds like our training program is sort of lacking then, yeah? Might be worth investigating that, you know, so this sort of thing doesn't happen again in the- Dir. Light: Eli. The Shy Guy was at that site. Did you know that? Dr. Shaw: I… did not, no. Dir. Light: Well, it was. And for a while, it was you. Then it wasn't you suddenly, and you know what it did? Dr. Shaw: I, uh… well, probably not anything good- Dir. Light: No, Elias. Not something good. (Deep breath) But whatever that cat thing did to everyone in the site eventually wore off on the Shy Guy, so we're hoping it'll do that to the rest of them, too. Until it does, we're going to just let it play out. They've formed some sort of feudal system in there that seems to be more or less self-sustaining. Dr. Shaw: Oh yeah? Who's in charge? Dir. Light: One of the janitors, I think. Dr. Shaw: Oh. (Pauses) Huh. Dir. Light: As for you, we're putting you back on special probation for a few weeks. This never seems to help you learn your lesson, but maybe it will this time. Dr. Shaw: Ah, goddammit Sophia. I hate special probation. (Sighs) What's it going to be this time? Dir. Light: Lament seemed to think you'd think it was funny if it was a duck- Dr. Shaw: Oh no you fucking don't- Dir. Light: -so it's going to be a wombat. Dr. Shaw: That's annoying. Dir. Light: You think? After Action Report Interview Agent Troy Lament Dr. Holly: What would you say is the part you're having the most trouble dealing with? Agent Lament: I… it was horrible. At one point they had me tied up on that boat, and I could see the Clef version of Shaw standing in the corner, licking his chops and holding a knife… I was naked as a jaybird, truly I was, and even now with my waking sight I can still see Eli's dead pupils staring at my johnson from behind my poor sweet friend Alto's eyes… I don't know if I'll ever be able to get over that. After Action Report Interview Agent Alto Clef Agent Clef: Is that what he said? (Laughs) Nah, I was late getting to the site - I stopped by Mickey D's on my way to work that day. Just thought it was really funny. You know I beat Troy's naked body with a trout? Fuck me that was good. "My poor sweet friend Alto". (Laughs) Christ I love the SCP Foundation. Footnotes 1. Edit pending approval - E.S. 6/16/2018 2. Previously Dr. Herman Donaldson. 3. Previously Dr. Angela Wilson. 4. SCP-096 had been moved to Site-53 temporarily after being recontained following a containment breach one month earlier that necessitated repairs to its permanent containment cell. 5. Previously Dr. Nance Jones. 6. Believed to be Foundation custodian Kevin Fant. 7. Previously Agent Gabriella Paloma. 8. Thank Christ. 9. Previously research assistant Jeff Kingsbury. 10. Previously Dr. Elisa Henson. 11. Previously Dr. Ivan Anders. 12. Previously Dr. Beth Masters. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4498" by djkaktus, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4498. 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 image of an SCP-4499 instance taken at Site-7's MPA. Item #: SCP-4499 Special Containment Procedures: All 19 known instances of SCP-4499 are contained at Ocean Site-7's marine protected area (MPA). Instances are affixed with tracking devices, and are implanted with waterproof shock microchips to deter containment breaches. In preparation for potential future sightings, Foundation webcrawlers are to monitor social media for reports of talking sharks in the Pacific Ocean, and undercover Foundation agents are to be permanently situated at all major fishing and ocean tour hubs. A joint task force between Foundation operatives and members of the Shark Punching Center, designated JTF Sigma-2 ("Adblockers"), has been established to respond to and contain confirmed SCP-4499 appearances. Description: SCP-4499 refers to an anomalous variation of the Carcharodon carcharias (great white) genus of shark. Instances of SCP-4499 appear identical to their non-anomalous counterparts. Autopsies have revealed the presence of a human-like larynx in subject's throats, hypothesised to be responsible for the anomalies' abilities to produce human vocalisations. Notably, the presence of a standard, immobile basihyal in place of a human tongue should still impede the pronunciation of numerous sounds, particularly velar and alveolar consonants, however listeners universally report clear and concise speech, often describing it as "smooth" and "charismatic". Research into the possibility of cognitohazardous methods of information transfer are ongoing. Electroencephalography on SCP-4499 instances reveals increased activity in the left frontal lobe, atypical of standard variants, likely responsible for the ability to process and articulate complex phonetics. Despite speech capabilities however, SCP-4499 instances do not respond to conversation prompts, instead engaging in infomercial-style "sales pitches" for various anomalous objects1 directed towards any humans in close proximity. How SCP-4499 obtains information on these anomalies is currently unknown, and priority status has been assigned to the containment of advertised products not currently in Foundation custody. The length of an advertisement varies significantly: common sales pitches last anywhere from 30 seconds to 60 minutes, however on █ occasions a monologue was recorded lasting in excess of ██ hours. Post-test interviews reveal that approximately 85% of subjects report a vested interest in buying the advertised product, stating they were "thoroughly convinced" of its necessity by SCP-4499. This is not believed to be the result of any anomalous influence, but instead the highly convincing nature of SCP-4499's advertisements. Addendum 4499/A.1: Excerpts from sales pitches Advertised product: SCP-3521 - dado's Forced Banana Equivalent Dose Pills SCP-4499: Don't you just hate it when you're trying to smuggle plutonium across the border to start a nuclear war, only for those stick-in-the-mud customs officers to confiscate it and imprison you for life? Well fret no more because dado has the solution for you! Introducing the Forced Banana Equivalent Dose Pills by dado - a mouthful to say, but a stomach-full to ingest! How many kilograms of bananas do you think one pill can generate? Not three! Not Six! Folks I'm here today to tell you popping just one of these pills will give you nine - MILLION kilograms of bananas! That's more than twice the radiation per hour of the Fukushima reactor! Now for you viewers at home we have a special T.V. offer!2 The first 30 viewers to call the number on your screen will receive not one, but two containers of dado's banana pills for the price of one! Plus, all orders within the next 60 minutes will receive free postage! But hurry - supplies are limited, so call now and we guarantee you'll learn to trust dado! Advertised product: Dr Wondertainment's Little Mister Series SCP-4499: Have you ever looked at your friends' anomalous object collections and thought "boy, I wish mine was that impressive"? Well fret no more friends, because I'm here today to introduce you to the highly impressive, highly collectible Little Mister Series by Doctor Wondertainment! Featuring twenty unique, anomalous humanoids you're guaranteed to be the envy of the whole town! Each order includes one random Little Mister, plus a free collectible Little Mister checklist that will automatically tick itself off for each and every Little Mister you get! Find amazing anomalies including: Mr Lie! You won't believe the stuff this guy comes up with! Mr Mad! We guarantee he'll be the friend you only ever imagined! Mr Stripes! If Facebook think they have your data ready for sale, they've got another think coming! As always these products are in limited supply, so be sure to call the number on your screen now, and don't miss out! Disclaimer: Advertishark and Advertishark party limited are not responsible for the disappearance and/or delivery failure of Mr Lost. Advertised product: SCP-001 - [REDACTED] SCP-4499: [SENSITIVE INFORMATION EXPUNGED] Note from O5-█: How SCP-4499 obtained this information is currently being treated as an alpha-level containment breach. All involved personnel have been given class-A amnestics. Addendum 4499/A.2: Unusual documented activity On ██/█/20██, surveillance equipment monitoring SCP-4499's MPA detected audio patterns consistent with speech. Video recording confirms the following conversation occurred exclusively between two SCP-4499 instances, designated SCP-4499-1 and SCP-4499-2. SCP-4499-1: I dunno, man, I just don't think a statue that kills you when you blink has much of a market. SCP-4499-2: No no trust me: this thing is cool. I can name 10, 20 anomalous zoos that would kill to have one of these things! SCP-4499-1: Dude it literally smears faeces everywhere, nobody's paying to see that. Besides, it won't do anything if everyone's watching it. SCP-4499-2: Shit, you've got a point. What about that chainsaw that turns inanimate objects into ghosts? SCP-4499-1: I think you've got something there - imagine the aesthetic appeal for goths, or haunted house owners. SCP-4499-2: Yeah, that's my angle. Here's what I've got so far: [SCP-4499-2 makes a sound resembling a throat clear] SCP-4499-2: Have you ever looked at the bright, colorful world around you and thought "this happy-go-lucky crap is really cramping my vibe"? Then do we have the product for you! Introducing the chain-saw: the number one product for making what you see, what you saw!" SCP-4499-1: Oh that's nice, man. Loving the tongue-in-cheek slogan, really catchy. SCP-4499-2: Yeah, I think I've got a best seller here. Commission's gonna be through the roof! Definitely gotta see what Steve has to say about this. [Both SCP-4499 instances depart and the conversation ends.] Concluding Statement: No further conversations have been recorded between any SCP-4499 instances. Foundation attempts to identify the chainsaw in question are ongoing. Footnotes 1. Refer to addendum 4499/A.1 for a list of SCP-4499 sponsored products. 2. Despite extensive investigation, no record of SCP-4499 having ever been broadcast on live television has been found.
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SCP-4500
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euclid
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Persons of the Dialogue The Narrator The Reader The scene is laid in the Containment Protocol Archives; and the whole dialogue is narrated by the Narrator to the Reader. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4500" by MathBrush, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4500. 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-4501
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euclid
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A provisional containment utility located in the town of Kendal, England. Item #: SCP-4501 Special Containment Procedures: All companies associated with the manufacture of the popular product ‘Kendal mint cake’ are to be obtained as Foundation assets, after which they will continue to operate, functioning as fronts for the containment of SCP-4501. Pending further research, at least two major manufacturers must remain actively producing and distributing the product at any time. Directors of these companies will be responsible for ensuring that no metric of performance over time could feasibly result in the production of a line graph matching the form of any lengthy section of the Transantarctic Mountain Range, as viewed from any angle.1 Directors will be supplied with an extensive three-dimensional image database and custom-engineered software. Foundation affiliated distributors are able to place variably sized orders for the product upon request. Should a procedural failure occur, the company is to cease trading immediately. Any resulting alteration to the form of the Transantarctic Mountain Range will be explained as a geographically appropriate event such as a landslide or avalanche, which can be confirmed by falsified readings from affiliated research centres. All packaging and promotional materials relating to Kendal mint cake are to be closely inspected by quality assurance operatives immediately following the printing stage. Any instances depicting a likeness of SCP-4501 are to be contained in a storage locker within a secure facility. In the event of a procedural failure, any Foundation operatives or affiliates active within the Antarctic region are advised to arm themselves with remotely detonatable C4 explosive charges concealed within bricks of Kendal mint cake. Description: SCP-4501, informally termed ‘the Quiggan’, or ‘Quiggin’, is a quasi-fictitious entity with an amorphous form featuring many temporary eyes which emerge upon the surface of its body and quickly disappear. The creature appears to be a narratively actuated plagiarisation of author H.P Lovecraft’s creation ‘the Shoggoth’, or ‘Shuggoth’, albeit with a penchant for mint cake- a feature not envisaged by Lovecraft. It has been posited that SCP-4501 formed the inspiration for author H.P Lovecraft’s creation ‘the Shoggoth’, although it is not known how he could have been aware of this anomaly.2 When Kendal mint cake manufacturers’ performance over time does not correspond to the form of any Antarctic mountains, SCP-4501 is only capable of appearing occasionally as a stationary depiction on the product packaging and promotional material. Should a procedural failure occur, a sentient instance may manifest upon the corresponding mountain area. Following a procedural failure, the corresponding mountain area may demonstrate topographical alterations, maintaining continuity with the form of the synchronised graph. Whilst the connection between SCP-4501 and Kendal mint cake remains unclear, it is theorised that the high glucose content of the product might represent an easily digestible energy source for biologically novel life forms. Furthermore, peppermint flavouring has previously been demonstrated to be popular with a diverse range of entities of the phylum Eldritch.3 Additionally, the product is highly popular amongst climbers and mountaineers, indicating a possible cause for its association with the Transantarctic Mountains. The plateau in sales figures for Quiggins brand Kendal mint cake in the fourth quarter of 1911 has been tentatively implicated with the demise of a team of Antarctic explorers in March of 1912, when an instance of SCP-4501 is believed to have anomalously manifested on a corresponding plateau and stolen the party’s remaining supplies of mint cake, along with their standard rations. The rations were later discovered in a nearby location, still intact, alongside a small heap of novel faecal matter containing partially-digested shreds of foil mint cake packaging. Update: In June 2015 an embryonic instance of SCP-4501 was found deceased at the foot of a sheer vertical cliff on the new eastern face of the Antarctic shield volcano named Mount Terror, having fallen from a great height. The cliff was anomalously terraformed into the landscape when the mint cake manufacturer J E Wilson & Sons entered voluntary administration the same month. This was the result of a procedural failure which caused a line graph of the company’s annual net profit to resemble a lengthy section of the aforementioned shield volcano as viewed from the south. The dissolved company was reformed into ‘Creative Confections Ltd’, and further safeguards were implemented to reduce the likelihood of a similar procedural failure occurring. Footnotes 1. For the purposes of this procedure, the term ‘lengthy section’ refers to a continuous section of at least 2.2 kilometres in length. 2. It may be of note that the biographer S.T Joshi has commented on Lovecraft’s voracious appetite for peppermint confectionery whilst studying at Hope high school. 3. This has been demonstrated in tests, following an incident in which tentacles anomalously featured in Polo Mint advertisements shown on terrestrial television in Wales on 11th May 2002, wherein they would rise from a mass of static at the bottom of the screen in order to steal the mint product from distraught children. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4501" by Waxwing-one, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4501. 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: Quiggins.jpg Author: Sladen License: Public Domain Source Link: https://commons.m.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Quiggins-kendal-mint-cake-factory.jpg
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SCP-4502
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A production operative contemplates the existence of Eldritch entities Item #: SCP-4502 Special Containment Procedures: Pending the development of an effective biological control measure for pseudo-ergot SCP-4502, the popular breakfast cereal manufacturer ‘Kellogg’s LTD’ is to be maintained as a Foundation asset. The popular product ‘Rice Krispies’ must remain in continuous production and distribution. Whilst all other product lines are deemed expendable, the most profitable of these should be utilised for the generation of supplemental income1. A sample of SCP-4502 is to be held within a custom containment unit beneath the site of Kellogg’s company headquarters in Battle Creek, Michigan. The sample is to be fed on substrate-4502, with environmental conditions maintained in accordance with the attached specification. The term ‘substrate-4502’ refers to any three selected candidates whose internal cavities have been packed with a mix of puffed rice and cane sugar. Prior to their deaths, candidates must have received the relevant training for the role for which they are to be considered. Following their deaths, all three agents are to be extensively trained in para-ideological combat techniques. These three agents are collectively designated Stationary Task Force Eta-3, “Snap, Crackle and Pop”. Should the physical form of agent Snap, Crackle or Pop begin to enter an advanced state of decomposition within the containment unit, the entire substrate is to be replaced with a preparation of freshly deceased candidates, puffed rice, and cane sugar. The cessation of their eponymous audiological effect should be taken as an early warning that the substrate is due for renewal. Any resulting alteration to the form of the mascots’ representation on Rice Krispies product packaging and promotional material is to be explained as the result of a marketing decision. The names and specialisms of the STF founding members2 are as follows: Role Name Specialisms Snap Professor Butler Ethnobotanist, Para-Mycologist, Team Leader Crackle Doctor Winchell Pataphysical Engineering Graduate, Product Marketer Pop Father Messick Demonologist, Extra-ontological Communications Facilitator These specialisms are to be maintained by candidates through successive iterations of the task force. Promotional material exhibiting early-stage effects of delayed substrate renewal Agents of STF Eta-3, “Snap, Crackle and Pop”, will be responsible for precluding the emergence of any Eldritch entity as a sentient cereal mascot concept. They will achieve this by diverse means, from their position within the narrative landscape/ ideosphere. Description: SCP-4502 is Mycoanimus pseudocordyceps, a pseudo-ergotic fungal pathogen which infects a diverse range of cereal crops, and which proves highly resistant to established methods of biological control. The ingestion or inhalation of this substance causes mildly psychoactive effects in mammalian species. The effects have been shown to present as subtle hallucinations, described as feeling akin to daydreams, featuring a consistent alien entity. Study of the physical attributes of this entity suggests that it may belong to the phylum Eldritch. See the attached document: Rejected breakfast cereal mascot design sketches. Consistent elements: • A globular head with dangling tendrils, and four crosses in place of eyes. • Two symmetrical ‘wings’, or splayed tentacle arrangements, protruding from the sides of the head. • Small mushrooms sprouting from the top of the head and the wings/tentacles. • The entity is often, but not always, represented gripping a large spoon with its tentacles or wing prongs. • The entity is often, but not always, represented with a speech bubble. Examples of the content of these speech bubbles include: “Collect tokens for your free* plushie”. “‘Emily The Eldritch Ergot Goddess & Friends’ activity booklet in this box!”. “Family pack. Now fortified with fungal goodness”. “Putting the ‘fun’ in ‘fungal contamination’!”. In certain conditions, SCP-4502 is capable of infecting and gradually digesting deceased mammalian hosts, whilst electrochemically stimulating existing neurological pathways. It has been posited that this effect could have evolved in the fungus for purposes of symbiotic psychic communication; this theory is supported by the apparent efficacy of the experimental containment procedures. Update: Following an incident in which a shift of production operatives were anomalously inspired to depict the aforementioned Eldritch entity on a batch of frosted corn flake packaging, a deceased Bengali tiger has been stuffed with the product and approved for infection with SCP-4502. An update on the efficacy of this experimental procedure will follow in due course. Footnotes 1. These funds are to be ring-fenced for purposes of further research into the anomaly. 2. Note that initially Snap served alone, with the Special Operative epithet “Demeter’s Chosen”.
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SCP-4503
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SCP-4503 in operation Item #: SCP-4503 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4503 is to be kept within the secure storage locker in Site-██'s galley. Access to SCP-4503 is restricted to galley staff only and the locker is equipped with a timelock that will only open five minutes before official meal times. Any abuse of SCP-4503 or containment breaches will be met with increased security measures and possibly even indefinite lockdown. In order to prevent any further accidents with the use of SCP-4503, warning labels have been posted in the galley and notes on its proper use have been officially added to the Site training regimen. Sensors planted in SCP-4503's holding area will trigger an alarm should SCP-4503 exceed capacity and the holding area itself must be under twenty-four hour surveillance at all times. Currently, there is no practical way to respond to SCP-4503 should containment be lost in a catastrophic fashion. The most effective way of dealing with it for now is through exhaustive prevention measures. Description: SCP-4503 appears to be an ancient iron cooking pot with a volume of roughly twenty liters. However, unlike normal pasta pots, SCP-4503 has the ability to infinitely generate pasta that is cooked and ready for consumption. How exactly this works is currently unknown, but Foundation researchers have managed to determine how to activate and deactivate SCP-4503. There are a varying number of specific phrases that must be verbally recited in order to both activate and deactivate SCP-4503, along with multiple variations. Each variation corresponds to a certain type of Italian pasta, and there are currently fifty-seven unique activation codes that are known. The deactivation code is exactly the same as the activation code, except that it also requires [DATA EXPUNGED]. It is absolutely vital that [DATA EXPUNGED] be performed. A comprehensive list of the activation codes can be found in Lab Report 4503A. It should be noted that the verbal commands can only be issued when the speaker is near SCP-4503. Sound recordings have no effect. When activated, SCP-4503 will slowly begin to fill with cooked pasta. There is no requirement for anything to be put into the pot beforehand, as the pasta will merely spontaneously materialize. If left unchecked, SCP-4503 will fill itself to capacity in under a minute and will continue to produce pasta until deactivated. Examination of all pasta SCP-4503 creates has shown that it is completely identical to normal pasta in every way, and is perfectly suitable for human consumption. Though little is known of the exact nature of SCP-4503, Agents have managed to track its history with surprising ease. Standard testing has shown that SCP-4503 is several centuries old, and that records of its ownership can be traced back just as far. SCP-4503, unsurprisingly, first surfaced in Italy around the year ████ and was passed through a long line of owners. Since the majority of the owners tended to be nuns in secretive convents or people referred to roughly as "witches", it appears that SCP-4503's ability was not common knowledge. The Foundation obtained SCP-4503 after the death of its most recent owner, ████████ ████████████. Because of the numerous rumors surrounding her, the Foundation had inserted a deep cover Agent posing as ████████ ████████████'s attorney. All of her personal effects were quickly confiscated and replaced with duplicate items. Though the examination process is still ongoing, SCP-4503 was the first of the items definitively proven to be an SCP. Lab Report 4503A: [DATA EXPUNGED]. See Disciplinary Report 1145 Lab Report 4503B: We've tried to create our own activation codes in order to see how far we can take SCP-4503's pasta production capability. We've managed to create activation codes for Penne, Orzo, Bucatini, three types of pasta we previously were unable to create. However, when we decided to input activation code Delta-Two-Six, SCP-4503 instead produced [DATA EXPUNGED], which caused several casualties and forced a containment breach alert. Further experimentation has been put on indefinite hold. -Dr. █████ Notes: For the last time, remember to [DATA EXPUNGED] when you're finished with SCP-4503! We've already had at least six accidents so far! Dr. █████ Okay, I know that somebody is purposely abusing SCP-4503 as some form of sick prank. There's a new standing rule for any would-be troublemakers: You make it, you eat it. Dr. █████ I know SCP-4503 is saving us a fortune in food costs, but seriously, can we actually have a menu that doesn't have pasta in it? I'm already starting to get sick of the stuff! Dr. █████████ Excerpt of Incident Report 5632: …Due to failure to properly deactivate SCP-4503, the pot began to produce more pasta completely unsupervised. By the time the Site staff were aware of the error, it was too late. The entire galley facility had been completely filled with pasta and Site staff were unable to get close enough to SCP-4503 to administer the deactivation code. As a result, a full containment breach alarm was issued and evacuation protocols were set in place. By the time SCP-4503 was deactivated, sixty percent of Site-██ was filled with pasta. The cleanup and repair efforts took nearly eighteen months to restore the Site to full capacity. The incident is officially listed as simple human error, but there is currently investigation into the possibility that this may not have been an accident at all… Disciplinary Report 1145: Due to numerous incidences and pranks caused through the abuse of SCP-4503, its use is now restricted to specially chosen galley staff. All staff in Site-██ are to submit to a compulsory lie detector test. Any and all unauthorized personnel with knowledge of SCP-4503's activation codes are to be administered with a selective amnestic to erase their knowledge of the codes. Administrative Note: Due to the destructive potential of SCP-4503, as well as the results of Lab Report 4503B, upgrade of SCP-4503's status from Safe to Keter is currently under consideration. O5-█ Addendum: See Retrieval log db/4503-b for critical additional information.
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SCP-4504
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Current Document 28/11/2010 14/01/2013 05/12/2017 17/09/2019 Item #: SCP-4504 Document Current as of 17/09/2019 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4504 is to be contained in a standard humanoid containment cell at Site-██, with a secondary containment cell kept empty in readiness for an attempted containment breach. SCP-4504’s primary and secondary cells and the immediate corridors around them are to be fitted with Halothane gas dispersal systems, which should be activated immediately if SCP-4504 attempts to breach containment. In the event the Halothane dispersal system is insufficient to incapacitate SCP-4504, staff are to avoid entering its reach and instead should attempt to incapacitate it from a distance using flash-bang grenades, stun grenades and Halothane gas grenades. Staff are to avoid engaging SCP-4504 with kinetic weapons, water cannons, standard-issue tasers and pepper spray. Staff approaching after it has been incapacitated should do so cautiously, as SCP-4504 has feigned unconsciousness in the past in order to lure security staff close enough to strike them. SCP-4504 is to be spoonfed two 50mg ███████ tablets twice daily in order to treat its chronic pain and maintain its mental health. Medical staff are to ensure that the tablets have been swallowed before leaving the containment cell. As of 29/11/2017 Site Director Sandoval has ended testing with SCP-4504 in order to prevent future staff casualties. SCP-4504 is no longer allowed socialisation privileges. In the event that SCP-4504 displays non-compliant behaviour, staff should remind it that it will lose leisure privileges if it continues in that behaviour. Description: SCP-4504 (Formerly known as Dennis Huang) is a thirty-five year old Chinese-Australian human male. As a result of its use of its anomalous abilities on itself, SCP-4504 stands 2.64m tall, possessing distorted features and greatly elongated limbs. These distortions render it resistant to both kinetic impacts and extreme pain. SCP-4504 is missing both of its hands as a result of an encounter with SCP-082 during a previous containment breach. SCP-4504 can manifest two invisible ‘hands’ at the ends of its arms. Their shape is proportionate to SCP-4504’s distorted body, each ‘palm’ approximately 20cm in diameter and each ‘finger’ being between 45cm and 60cm in length. These ‘hands’ warp space, allowing SCP-4504 to mould solid objects it touches with them as if they were only semi-solid. SCP-4504 can manipulate any solid physical substance it touches with them, including glass, stone, steel, lead, beryllium bronze and flesh, as they distort the space containing the substance as opposed to acting on the substance itself. Affected substances are rendered sturdier and more solid than they once were, making them difficult to break or damage with kinetic strikes. SCP-4504 cannot interact with solid objects with its manifested hands without distorting them. SCP-4504’s hands have reduced effect on non-solids such as liquids or gases. Currently, there is no known way to reverse these distortions in space. Attempts by SCP-4504 to repair affected areas simply create a second, overlapping distortion. Staff and test subjects whose bodies have been affected by SCP-4504 report extreme, chronic pain to the affected area. Affected areas of flesh will continue to function as normal unless the distortion disconnects parts of the subject’s body or exposes internal organs. Foundation medical staff have found conventional painkillers to be only partially effective in mitigating the subsequent pain. SCP-4504 readily admits to a deep-seated hatred of the Foundation, particularly its security personnel and past psychiatrists. SCP-4504 has repeatedly expressed a desire to escape containment. To date it has attempted to breach containment 83 times, resulting in four successful escapes from Site-██. During its more recent containment breaches, SCP-4504 has not attempted to flee the facility, instead seeking out and maiming specific members of Foundation staff it bears a grudge against. These have typically been senior security officers who have made decisions about SCP-4504’s containment it objects to, such as restricting its contact with other humanoid SCP objects, interfering with its painkiller regimen or revoking its leisure privileges. To date, SCP-4504 has not harmed a member of on-site medical staff with the exception of its own psychiatrists, and has discouraged other humanoid SCP objects from doing so during containment breaches. Addendum: Previous iterations of this document have been archived and are available to 4504 staff upon request. Item #: SCP-4504 Document revised as of 28/11/2010. Staff should consult newest version for up-to-date containment procedures Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4504 is to be contained in a standard humanoid containment cell at Site-██. SCP-4504 must be fitted with Midas-class water cuffs before any transportation through the site, with the cuffs being removed upon arrival. To date, SCP-4504 has not harmed a member of Foundation staff. In the event of a potential containment breach, staff should remain out of reach of SCP-4504 and incapacitate it using pepper spray, standard-issue tasers and water cannons. As a result of good behaviour, SCP-4504 is currently allowed socialisation and leisure privileges. Description: SCP-4504 (formerly known as Dennis Huang) is a twenty-five year old Chinese-Australian male standing 1.77m tall. SCP-4504 possesses the ability to warp space with its hands, moulding solid objects as if they were semi-solid. SCP-4504 can manipulate any solid substance it touches with them, including glass, stone, steel, [DATA REDACTED] and flesh, as the effect distorts space as opposed to acting on the substance itself. Affected substances are rendered sturdier and more solid than they once were, making them difficult to break or damage with kinetic strikes. SCP-4504 struggles to distort non-solids such as liquids or gases. At present, there is no known way to reverse these distortions in space. Attempts by SCP-4504 to repair the affected areas simply result in a second, overlapping distortion. Animals subjected to SCP-4504’s effect have reacted in ways indicating extreme pain and distress. However, the distortions do not impact the function of biological tissue they unless said distortion exposes internal organs or removes part of the flesh in whole. SCP-4504 has refused to participate in testing on human subjects. SCP-4504 was acquired by the Foundation on 12/3/2008. Foundation agents detected a report of several small spatial distortions discovered in a shed in suburban Brisbane. The properties’ landlord directed them to SCP-4504, who had lived there previously. When apprehended by Foundation agents, SCP-4504 entered Foundation custody willingly and without resistance, believing them to be agents of ASIO. Addendum: + Excerpt from Psychiatric Interview with SCP-4504 - Excerpt from Psychiatric Interview with SCP-4504 Excerpt from Psychiatric Interview with SCP-4504 Interviewed: SCP-4504 Interviewer: Doctor Weber Foreword: An excerpt from SCP-4504’s fortnightly interview with its appointed psychiatrist on 04/07/2008. SCP-4504 was reporting good mental health and often used these interviews to make formal requests regarding its containment. Two site security officers were also present. <Begin Log, 14:40> Dr Weber: I’m glad the plants are helping you, Dennis. We’re almost out of time, but when we were starting you mentioned you had another request. SCP-4504: Uh, yeah. Look, I’m really grateful to you guys for keeping me safe like this. You explained to me about the dangers for people like me out there, with guys like the GOC or the, uh… Marshall… guys? Dr Weber: Marshall, Carter & Dark? SCP-4504: Yeah, the rich fucks. I get it. The P in SCP stands for protecting me as much as protecting the world from dangerous people like me. I get it. Dr Weber: Dennis, we cannot give permission for you to leave Site-██. SCP-4504: Aw, come on! Dr Weber: I’m sorry but it’s simply not possible. SCP-4504: Look, you said no to contact with family. Fine. You need to protect the Matrix, or normality, or whatever. Sure. But you can’t keep me locked up like this. I need to get out, to be outside. Dr Weber: If you would like to request more time outside in the exercise area I’m sure we can- SCP-4504: No I don’t want time in the exercise area! SCP-4504 leans forward out of its seat aggressively. Security staff instruct SCP-4504 to return to its seat and calm down. SCP-4504: Okay, okay. Look, I just- huh, I- the yard fucking sucks, okay? I go outside to stand on some fucking astroturf and run around in circles for an hour or two. I’m still surrounded by four concrete walls. I’m still standing on concrete no matter how much fake plastic shit you layer on top of it. And I’m still being stared at by the same fucking prison guards with guns. SCP-4504 gestures to the attending security officers. It’s depressing! I want to go somewhere where I can see the horizon. I wanna feel real grass under my feet. I wanna see an actual fucking tree, not just a potted plant in my room. Even- even if security just walks me around the outside of the facility walls, or something. Anything! I’m not a criminal, you shouldn’t treat me like this! Dr Weber: I’m sorry Dennis, but we simply cannot take that risk. If you would like, we can discuss alternatives, like painting a horizon mural on the inside of the wall- SCP-4504: Fuck! No! I don’t- look, it’ll be fine. I promise. I’ll do whatever you want. It only has to be for an hour or two, I’ll do exactly what the guards say- Dr Weber: I’m sorry, Dennis. But its simply not possible. Was there anything else you wanted to discuss? SCP-4504: Huh… No. Dr Weber: Then we’re finished for the day. I’ll see you again next week. <End Log, 14:50> Closing Statement: SCP-4504 was escorted back to its containment cell immediately afterwards. Shortly thereafter, it used its art supplies to deface the wall of its containment cell with the words “YOU'RE HERE FOREVER”. SCP-4504 was subsequently ordered to remove the vandalism by security staff. Per the advice of staff psychiatrist Dr Weber, the Site-██’s exercise area was closed for three days while staff painted a mural resembling the horizon on two walls. + Test Log 4504/8-1 - Test Log 4504/8-1 Test Log 4504/8-1 Research Team: Senior Researcher Dr Hugh Gosse, Junior Researcher Dr Muhammed Al-Harthi Participant: SCP-4504 Subject: One adult male Sus Domesticus Purpose: To determine the effects of SCP-4504’s anomaly on a living creature. Preparation: The Sus Domesticus was restrained on a table with leather straps. Researchers Gosse and Al-Harthi were to observe the test through a one-way reinforced window. [BEGIN LOG] Experiment: SCP-4504 is introduced to the testing chamber and is instructed to approach the subject, place its hand on it and use its anomaly. SCP-4504 hesitates. Research team prompts SCP-4504 to approach the subject. SCP-4504 expresses reluctance and is reminded that if it does not comply it will be reprimanded. SCP-4504 complies, placing its hand on the creature’s thigh and pushing into it. The subject immediately begins screaming and thrashing against its restraints. SCP-4504 retreats to the far corner of the room. The subject continues to scream, struggling hard enough to shake the table. SCP-4504 requests permission to leave the testing chamber, although this is not heard by the research team due to the subject’s volume. After twelve seconds, SCP-4504 repeats its request, loud enough to be heard. Research team instructs SCP-4504 to approach the table again and touch the subject, this time pushing its hand into its brain. SCP-4504 expresses distress and asks permission to leave the testing chamber. Research team reminds SCP-4504 that if it does not comply with instructions it will be reprimanded. SCP-4504 re-approaches the table and moves to place its hand on the subject’s head. The creature twists its head around and bites SCP-4504 on the palm. SCP-4504 vocalises distress and retreats from the subject, holding its bleeding hand. Testing cancelled and SCP-4504 given permission to leave the testing chamber. [END LOG] Closing Statement: SCP-4504 was escorted to Site-██ infirmary by security staff. En route to the infirmary, SCP-4504 reported feeling faint and lost consciousness. This was likely a result of security staff following containment procedures and placing SCP-4504 in Midas water cuffs, preventing SCP-4504 from putting pressure on its wound. Research team reprimanded for improperly restraining the test subject. Containment Breach Report 42/H Date: 28/11/2010 Incident: At approximately 1230 hours, SCPs-4504 breached containment during a socialisation meeting at the Site-██ cafeteria, along with SCP-████ and SCP-████. Over the next 20 minutes, SCP-4504 was able to breach walls and floors using its anomaly, freeing thirteen other humanoid SCP objects. Although almost all were recontained, SCP-4504 and four other humanoid SCP objects breached containment and escaped from Site-██. During the containment breach, SCP-4504 refused to use its anomaly on security staff even in situations where it would have directly benefited from it. It also attempted to discourage other humanoid SCP objects from harming staff, although this was ineffective in the case of SCPs-████ and -████, resulting in 16 casualties among site staff. Mobile Task Force Epsilon-10 (“Manhunters”) have been assigned to pursue the escaped anomalies. Item #: SCP-4504 Document revised as of 14/01/2013. Staff should consult newest version for up-to-date containment procedures Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4504 is to be contained in a standard humanoid containment cell at Site-██. The walls, door, floor and roof of SCP-4504’s cell are to be interwoven with a grid of live electrical wires. These wires should be permanently charged with the same voltage as a standard-issue taser, to prevent SCP-4504 from exiting its cell through the walls. The spaces in the grid should be no larger than 6cm by 6cm, to prevent SCP-4504 from reaching its hand through them. SCP-4504 must be fitted with Midas-class water cuffs before any transportation through the site. These cuffs are not to be removed until it returns to its cell. In the event of a potential containment breach, staff should remain out of reach of SCP-4504 and incapacitate it using pepper spray, standard-issue tasers and water cannons. On 28/11/2010, SCP-4504 breached containment and escaped in cooperation with 2 other humanoid SCP objects, evading recontainment for a period of 7 months. As such, SCP-4504 is denied socialisation privileges although leisure privileges may be provided to it dependant on good behaviour. Description: SCP-4504 (formerly known as Dennis Huang) is a twenty-eight year old Chinese-Australian male standing 1.77m tall. SCP-4504 possesses the ability to warp space with its hands, ‘moulding’ solid objects as if they were semi-solid. SCP-4504 can manipulate any solid substance it touches with them, including glass, stone, steel, [DATA REDACTED] and flesh, as the energy fields are distorting space as opposed to acting on the substance itself. Distorted substances are rendered sturdier and more solid than they once were, making them difficult to break or damage with kinetic strikes. SCP-4504 struggles to distort non-solids such as liquids or gases. At present, there is no known way to reverse these distortions in space. Attempts by SCP-4504 to repair the distortions simply result in a second, overlapping distortion. Animals subjected to SCP-4504’s distortion effect have reacted in ways indicating extreme pain and distress. However, the distortions do not impact the function of biological tissue they unless said distortion exposes internal organs or removes part of the flesh wholesale. SCP-4504 has refused to participate in testing on human subjects. Addendum: + Excerpt from SCP-4504 Incident Report Log - Excerpt from SCP-4504 Incident Report Log Incident Report 45/I Date: 13/6/2011 Incident: Immediately after being returned to containment in its cell at 1700 hours, SCP-4504 attempted to breach containment by breaking through a wall, despite having been informed of the new containment measures in place. SCP-4504 contacted one of the electric wires and received a painful shock. Security staff entered SCP-4504’s cell and subdued it using pepper spray. Staff sustained no injuries. Incident Report 46/J Date: 14/06/2011 Incident: At 0540 hours, SCP-4504 attempted to breach containment by breaking through one of its cell walls. SCP-4504 contacted one of the electric wires and received a painful shock. Security staff entered SCP-4504’s cell and subdued it using pepper spray. Staff sustained no injuries. Security staff instructed by Site Director Sandoval to only respond to attempted containment breaches by SCP-4504 if it manages to leave its cell. Incident Report 48/K Date: 15/06/2011 to 20/06/2011 Incident: Over the course of the five days indicated, SCP-4504 attempted to breach containment of its cell nine times. Each time it failed, contacting one of the electric wires and receiving a painful shock. After the third, fifth, sixth and ninth attempted breaches SCP-4504 received treatment from medical staff for second-degree electrical burns. Incident Report 50/L Date: 21/06/2011 Incident: While in-transit to its first session with staff psychiatrist Dr Weber since re-entering containment, SCP-4504 attempted to breach containment by assaulting its security officers and fleeing from them while restrained with Midas-class water cuffs. Security officers swiftly subdued SCP-4504 using pepper spray and physical force. At their discretion, security officers returned SCP-4504 to its cell, postponing its session with Dr Weber for another fortnight in order to discourage future attempts to breach containment. Site medical staff treated SCP-4504 in its cell for a concussion and two fractured ribs. Security staff reported negligible injuries. Incident Report 54/M Date: 05/07/2011 Incident: While attending a session with Dr Weber at 1420 hours, SCP-4504 became emotionally unstable and aggressive. Security staff subdued SCP-4504 using pepper spray and physical force before returning SCP-4504 to its cell. Medical staff treated SCP-4504 in its cell for a broken nose and dislocated shoulder. Security staff reported negligible injuries. + Excerpt from SCP-4504 Formal Request Log - Excerpt from SCP-4504 Formal Request Log SCP-4504 Formal Request 19/07/2011 Assisting Staff Member: Dr Herman Weber Request: SCP-4504 formally requests the holes in its cell caused by its breach attempts be repaired. SCP-4504 states that they often spark loudly causing him anxiety and difficulty falling asleep, and that they are unsafe to move around due to the electrical hazard. Response: Request denied. We do not have another cell prepared to house SCP-4504 while repairs are made. The chance is too great that this is another attempt to breach containment, and those holes only exist because SCP-4504 attempted such in the first place. We reap what we sow. - Site Director Sandoval SCP-4504 Formal Request 19/07/2011 Assisting Staff Member: Dr Herman Weber Request: SCP-4504 formally requests the re-instatement of its socialisation privileges. SCP-4504 states that the removal of these privileges for so long has caused it significant distress and that the return of its ability to converse with non-staff persons would be greatly beneficial to its mental health. Response: Request denied. SCP-4504 has breached containment with the assistance of other humanoid SCP objects in the past. Allowing it this contact would inevitably lead to another attempted containment breach. SCP-4504 will have to content itself with conversations with security staff and its assigned psychiatrist. - Site Director Sandoval + SCP-4504 Psychiatric Report Log - SCP-4504 Psychiatric Report Log SCP-4504 Psychiatric Report 13/09/2011 Assigned Psychiatrist: Dr Herman Weber Report: SCP-4504 presents with the following symptoms: depressed mood, irritability, psychomotor impairment, chronic fatigue, chronic insomnia, decreased interest in leisure activities and significant weight loss. As such I am formally diagnosing SCP-4504 with Major Depressive Disorder. I am prescribing SCP-4504 a daily regimen of SSRIs to help combat this. SCP-4504 Psychiatric Report 25/10/2011 Assigned Psychiatrist: Dr Herman Weber Report: SCP-4504 is refusing to take its prescribed antidepressants for the sixth week in a row. Attempts by site staff to compel its taking of them by mashing them into its food have failed – SCP-4504 refuses to eat food that could hide the medication. SCP-4504 continues to insist that restoration of his socialisation privileges would be more beneficial for its mental health than antidepressants. My attempts to convince it otherwise have fallen on deaf ears. + SCP-4504 Test Log 15-3 - SCP-4504 Test Log 15-3 Test Log 4504/15-3 Research Team: Senior Researcher Dr Hugh Gosse, Junior Researcher Dr Muhammed Al-Harthi Particpant: SCP-4504 Subject: D-66549, a 181cm tall British-Australian male Purpose: To determine the effects of SCP-4504’s anomaly on a human being. Preparation: D-66549 restrained in chair using leather straps. Researchers Gosse and Al-Harthi were to observe the test through a one-way reinforced window. SCP-4504’s compliance for the test was acquired by offering the return of its socialisation privileges provided it follow the research team’s instructions. [BEGIN LOG] Experiment: SCP-4504 enters the testing chamber. The research team instructs SCP-4504 to approach D-66549 and use its anomaly on his hand. SCP-4504 hesitates. The research team reminds SCP-4504 that if it does not cooperate during the test its socialisation privileges will not be restored. D-66549 vocalises distress and asks SCP-4504 to not cooperate. SCP-4504 hesitates again. SCP-4504 apologises to D-66549 and approaches him. SCP-4504 pushes the index and middle fingers on its right hand into the back of D-66549’s hand. Immediately, D-66549 begins struggling against his restraints, screaming and vocalising expletives. The research team asks D-66549 how he feels and if he is in pain. D-66549 vocalises more expletives and confirms that he is in extreme pain. SCP-4504 apologises to D-66549 again, eliciting more expletives. The research team instructs SCP-4504 to push its fingers into D-66549’s forehead. SCP-4504 hesitates and requests that the experiment be discontinued, stating the research team should have enough data. D-66549 agrees. The research team disagrees, reminding SCP-4504 that its socialisation privileges will not be restored if it does not comply and again instructing it to push its fingers into D-66549’s forehead. SCP-4504 apologises to D-66549. SCP-4504 pushes the index and middle fingers on its right hand into D-66549’s forehead. D-66549 resumes screaming at volume. D-66549 does not cease this behaviour when SCP-4504 removes its fingers from his forehead, nor when the research team asks him to describe the sensation. SCP-4504 asks to be able to leave the testing chamber and return to its cell. The research team permits it to do so. [END TEST LOG] Closing Statement: Site medical staff entered the testing chamber and moved D-66549 to Site-██ infirmary. D-66549 was observed for the next 72 hours. D-66549 reported extreme chronic pain where SCP-4504 had touched it for the entire duration. He reported that the pain did not dull with time and remained as painful as when it had first been subjected to the effect. D-66549 reported that his thought process and cognitive capacity were unimpeded. However, D-66549 was observed to suffer from insomnia, which he reported was due to his chronic pain. Even with the assistance of pain and somnic medications D-66549 was unable to sleep. After 72 hours, D-66549 requested euthanization. The research team agreed and ended the experiment. + Excerpt from Psychiatric Interview - Excerpt from Psychiatric Interview Excerpt from Psychiatric Interview with SCP-4504 Interviewed: SCP-4504 Interviewer: Doctor Weber Foreword: An excerpt from SCP-4504’s fortnightly interview with its appointed psychiatrist on 14/02/2012. Two site security officers were also present. <Begin Log, 14:30> Dr Weber: That’s unfortunate, Dennis. But I was wondering if I could ask you about something? SCP-4504: Huhhh… sure, why not? Dr Weber: I’ve received reports from the site orderlies that you’ve ceased cutting your hair and nails. SCP-4504: Yeah, you noticed. Dr Weber: Yes. I was wondering why you had decided to do that? Self-care is important, so I’m a little concerned to see you’re no longer maintaining proper hygiene. SCP-4504: Heh, its okay. You can say what you mean. These fucks- SCP-4504 gestures to the attending security officers -are worried I’m growing my nails longer because I’m trying to increase how far I can reach, or something. Dr Weber: Is that what you’re doing? SCP-4504: Nah, it’s because of something else. Pause in conversation for five seconds. Dr Weber: Would you mind telling me what that thing is? SCP-4504: Well, I would, but there’s no point. You wouldn’t understand. It’s part of what makes you such a shit psychiatrist. Dr Weber: That’s hardly fair, Dennis. SCP-4504: It’s entirely fair. Talking to you is like talking to a brick wall, or tryna herd cats. I explain stuff over and over but you just don’t get it. Dr Weber: I feel like we’re getting off topic. Your fingernails, Dennis? SCP-4504: Hah yeah, heaven forbid we waste time on shit that doesn’t matter. Anyway, uh… have you ever read the Handmaid’s Tale? Dr Weber: I can’t say that I have. Is this relevant to- SCP-4504: Shit, I was hoping that would explain it. Um. I’m doing it because how long my hair and nails are is one of the few things I have control over anymore. I don’t get to choose where I go, where I sleep, what I do, what I eat- I have no control over any part of my life. But this? I control this. Dr Weber: I understand you feel that way Dennis. But perhaps you should consider allowing the nursing staff to trim them? They are rather unhygienic. It would be what’s best for your health after all. SCP-4504 exhales for three seconds. Incident Report 60/N Date: 03/06/2012 Incident: At 2230 hours while in its cell SCP-4504 used its anomaly on itself, bending the tip of one of its fingernails. SCP-4504 was careful to avoid the tip of its finger so as to not distort its own flesh. Security staff believe this is the reason why SCP-4504 has been refusing to allow medical staff to cut its hair or nails for the past several months and that the SCP is testing to see if it can use its anomaly on its own body. Senior Security Officer ██████ recommends medical staff cut SCP-4504’s fingernails at the next opportunity. Response: Senior Nurse ████████ cannot authorise the cutting of SCP-4504’s nails. The nature of SCP-4504’s anomaly makes interacting with its hands without its consent unwise at best. If left alone, it is likely that SCP-4504’s nails will break on their own or SCP-4504 will ask staff to assist it cut its nails. Incident Report 78/O Date: 09/08/2012 Incident: At 1220 hours while eating lunch at the Site-██ cafeteria, SCP-4504 was overheard by security staff discussing the layout of Site-██ with SCP-███. Security staff immediately removed SCP-4504 from the cafeteria and returned it to its cell. Senior Security Officer ██████ recommends the immediate revocation of SCP-4504’s socialisation privileges. Response: As of 09/08/2012 Site Director Sandoval rescinds SCP-4504’s socialisation privileges. Containment Breach Report 79/P Date: 10/08/2012 Incident: At 1350 hours SCP-4504 breached containment. While it was being transported by two site security officers to its fortnightly psychiatric session with Dr Weber, SCP-4504 covertly used its anomalous ability on itself, stretching out the ring finger on its right hand within the Midas-class water cuffs it was wearing. Once its finger was approximately 45cm in length, it used this finger to breach the Midas cuffs with its anomaly and slashed both security officers with it, killing them. SCP-4504 then extended its ring finger to over 1.3 metres in length and proceeded to the nearby humanoid containment cells. It maimed and killed the security officers it found there and freed the contained SCP objects, initiating a site-wide containment breach. Although most of the freed SCP objects were re-captured, SCP-4504 succeeded in escaping the site along with SCP-████, SCP-████ and SCP-████. Mobile Task Force Epsilon 10 (“Manhunters”) have been assigned to pursue the escaped anomalies. Item #: SCP-4504 Document revised as of 05/12/2017. Staff should consult newest version for up-to-date containment procedures Special Containment Procedures: DATA CORRUPT; CONSULT NEWER VERSIONS OF DOCUMENT Description: DATA CORRUPT; CONSULT NEWER VERSIONS OF DOCUMENT Addendum: + Excerpt from Psychiatric Interview - Excerpt from Psychiatric Interview Excerpt from Psychiatric Interview with SCP-4504 Interviewed: SCP-4504 Interviewer: Doctor Weber Foreword: An excerpt from SCP-4504’s fortnightly interview with its appointed psychiatrist on 19/09/2015. At the time of the interview, it had been three years since SCP-4504 was returned to containment after its most recent successful containment breach. Two site security officers were also present. <Begin Log, 14:30> SCP-4504: Please! I can’t take it anymore. Dr Weber: Now Dennis, you’re exaggerating. We talked about “awfulizing” thought patterns. You have to be mindful of your mental illness- SCP-4504: It’s not a fucking mental illness! SCP-4504 struck the table between Dr Weber and itself with its fists. The attending security officers intervened, warning SCP-4504 that if didn’t calm down it would be returned to its containment cell. SCP-4504: Sorry, sorry. But it’s not a fucking illness! I don’t have depression! The reason I’m fucked up is I haven’t talked to another human being in three. Years. Three years!- Dr Weber: Now, Dennis- SCP-4504: No! Listen! For once, just listen! Huhhh. SCP-4504 pauses for four seconds. I spend all day everyday locked in a tiny little concrete room. The only times I even see other people are when the guards bring me my food, and they aren’t exactly conversationalists. I can’t remember the last time I got to talk to someone who listens. I can’t remember the last time I saw the sky. Because I’ve been standing on concrete constantly for the last… God I can’t even remember how long its been since you first locked me up. Because I’ve been standing on concrete 24/7 since then my feet are in constant agony. Animals at the zoo get treated better than me! They get whole enclosures to roam around in, full of soft grass and beautiful plants under the open sky- Dr Weber: Dennis you’re being irrational. You have plants in your room, as well as the rest of your leisure privileges- SCP-4504: Three potted plants and an Xbox don’t make up for a total lack of human contact! Dr Weber: Dennis, remain calm, or you will be returned to your cell. Dr Weber pauses for five seconds. Good. Now let’s see what we can do to help you. If you’re suffering from chronic foot pain, we can discuss options to help with that. We can provide you with softer slippers and carpeted mats for your containment cell- SCP-4504: Can I go back to my cell? I’d like to go back to my cell. Dr Weber: Dennis, we still have twenty minutes remaining. Please don’t interrupt me, it’s very rude- SCP-4504 rises from its chair and overturns the table between it and Dr Weber. The attending security officers respond, subduing SCP-4504 with pepper spray and tasers. Dr Weber exits the room. Site security officers then escort SCP-4504 back to its containment cell. + SCP-4504 Formal Request - SCP-4504 Formal Request SCP-4504 Formal Request 19/09/2015 Assisting Staff Member: Dr Herman Weber Request: SCP-4504 formally requests thicker, softer-soled slippers and soft carpeted mats for its containment cell. SCP-4504 has stated that it has developed chronic foot pain as a result of standing on Site-██’s concrete floors. It is the opinion of its assigned psychiatrist that granting this request will assist with SCP-4504’s mental health. Response: Request granted. SCP-4504 is to be provided with one large and one small type-2 carpeted matts for its containment cell, as well as one pair of soft slippers. - Site Director Sandoval + Incident Report 85/Q - Incident Report 85/Q Incident Report 85/Q Date: 20/09/2015 Incident: At 1440 hours after being provided with its requested mats and slippers in its cell, SCP-4504 moved to the wall of its containment cell and attempted a containment breach. It made contact with an electrical wire and received a painful shock. After a moment’s hesitation, it contacted the same wire again, receiving another painful electric shock. It then contacted the wire five more times. Security officers entered SCP-4504’s containment cell and moved it away from the wire, subduing it with pepper spray when SCP-4504 struggled against them. SCP-4504 repeatedly vocalised that it wanted to die. Response: SCP-4504 was transported to Site-██ infirmary where it received treatment for second-degree electrical burns. Once its initial treatment was complete and its cell had been repaired, it was returned there to prevent a possible containment breach from within the infirmary. Security officers were instructed to respond immediately if SCP-4504 attempted self-harm or a containment breach again. An emergency meeting with its assigned psychiatrist Dr Weber was arranged immediately. + Excerpt from SCP-4504 Psychiatric Interview Log - Excerpt from SCP-4504 Psychiatric Interview Log Excerpt from Psychiatric Interview with SCP-4504 Interviewed: SCP-4504 Interviewer: Doctor Weber Foreword: An excerpt from SCP-4504’s emergency interview with its appointed psychiatrist on 20/09/2015. Two site security officers were also present. <Begin Log, 14:30> Dr Weber: Its okay to speak with me, Dennis. I’m here for you. SCP-4504 remains silent. Dr Weber: I want to help you, But I can’t if you won’t help me. SCP-4504 remains silent. Dr Weber: Dennis, this is very serious. We need to talk about this. SCP-4504: I… Dr Weber: Yes? SCP-4504: I… am formally requesting… the right to die. Dr Weber: Huhh. Alright Dennis. I am formally placing you on suicide watch. Security officers are going to be checking on you every half hour to confirm that you’re okay and that you aren’t preparing for another attempt at suicide. I am also moving up our sessions to be weekly rather than fortnightly while we’re dealing with this. You will be provided with a regimen of SSRIs to help you. Excerpt from Psychiatric Interview with SCP-4504 Interviewed: SCP-4504 Interviewer: Doctor Weber Foreword: An excerpt from SCP-4504’s weekly interview with its appointed psychiatrist on 04/10/2015. Two site security officers were also present. <Begin Log, 09:00> Dr Weber: Good morning, SCP-4504. How are you feeling? SCP-4504: Uh, pretty… Pretty shit, actually. Dr Weber: Well that’s no good. Have you been taking your medications like I recommended? SCP-4504: I- No… Dr Weber: That’s hardly ideal Dennis. You have a serious illness. The SSRIs may or may not help fight it but we won’t know until you try them, and it can take a few weeks before they- SCP-4504: N-no. It’s not- uh, can we not talk about the meds? There’s- I have another problem. Dr Weber: Another one? Surely not as serious as suicidal ideation I hope. SCP-4504: No, no I’ve been thinking about offing myself for ages now, that was just the first time I was upset enough to try- Dr Weber: Now really, Dennis. You cannot keep things like this to yourself. You must talk to me about them, it’s what I’m here for. SCP-4504: No, please- huhh, don’t interrupt me. I’m- It’s hard to concentrate. Dr Weber: What the devil is the matter with you? SCP-4504: It’s the suicide watch. I can’t- the guards come in every half an hour to check on me. They shout at me when they do and say I gotta answer- like with words, answer them with words, to make sure I’m not- not dying or nothing. But they keep- they come in every half an hour, even when I’m trying to sleep. They keep waking me up, I haven’t got more than half an hour’s sleep for a week. It’s really fucking with my head. Dr Weber: I’m sorry to hear that, Dennis, but these measures are necessary for your safety. We can’t leave you alone unless we’re sure you aren’t going to try and harm yourself again. Have you considered trying the medications? Once you feel better we’ll be able to take you off suicide watch. SCP-4504: No- it’s- the meds won’t work, it’s not me. There’s nothing wrong with me, its this place- Dr Weber: I’m sorry, but that’s simply not true, Dennis. You can’t keep using your mental health to try and breach containment. It’s clearly not healthy for you and is only making things worse. I strongly recommend taking your medications and complying with staff directions from now on. You might not understand, but we’re doing this with your best interests at heart. Now, tell me- how are the slippers and mats? Are they making things easier on your feet? SCP-4504: Uh- I- Wha- Huhh… Yes. They’re really… Great. Excerpt from Psychiatric Interview with SCP-4504 Interviewed: SCP-4504 Interviewer: Doctor Weber Foreword: An excerpt from SCP-4504’s weekly interview with its appointed psychiatrist on 11/10/2015. Two site security officers were also present. <Begin Log, 09:00> Dr Weber: Good morning, Dennis. How are you feeling? SCP-4504: Great. Fuck- freaking amazing. Dr Weber: Really? Well that’s amazing news Dennis, I’m glad to hear it. SCP-4504: Yeah. I’m- I’ve been taking the meds like you wanted. Really- really helped. Cleared my depression right up. Dr Weber: That’s great, Dennis. A really positive outcome. SCP-4504: Yup. Haven’t had a suicidal thought all week. Really great. You’re amazing. Just the best. Dr Weber: Uh, well thank you, Dennis- SCP-4504: Amazing. Just spectacular. You’ve always been there for me. Always listening to me and- and helping me out. Wow. You must be the best shrink in the whole Foundation. Just. So great. Four seconds pause in conversation. Dr Weber: Ahuh. Dennis, there’s no need for that tone of voice. SCP-4504: Huh, no- wait, I mean- Dr Weber: Making light of the situation with sarcasm and mockery doesn’t help anyone. If you’re still having problems you need to be honest about them. Or else you’ll never get better. SCP-4504: Wait- No, I really mean it. You’ve really helped me, I- I haven’t had a suicidal thought all week, I swear! Dr Weber: I’m sorry, Dennis, but this is for your own good. I’m afraid you’ll have to stay on suicide watch until- SCP-4504: No! Please, it’s not helping! I can’t sleep, I can’t concentrate on anything! I swear I’m not suicidal anymore! I won’t kill myself, just let me sleep, please! Dr Weber: I’m sorry, Dennis. We have no choice, we cannot allow you to self-harm. I strongly recommend continuing to take your medications and we can review you being on suicide watch again next week. SCP-4504: No! Please, I’m begging you- At this point, SCP-4504 rose from its chair and attempted to move around the table to accost Dr Weber. Site security intervened, subduing SCP-4504 using tasers and pepper spray. The session was ended early and SCP-4504 was escorted back to its cell. + Excerpt from SCP-4504 Incident Report Log - Excerpt from SCP-4504 Incident Report Log Incident Report 88/R Date: 11/10/2015 Incident: At 1100 hours, SCP-4504 approached the wall of its containment cell. It used its anomaly to make contact with one of the wires contained therein and received a painful electric shock. After a moment’s hesitation, it attempted sustained contact with the wire. Security officers entered its cell and intervened, escorting SCP-4504 to Site-██’s infirmary so it could receive treatment for electrical burns. While it was being treated, the cell was repaired. SCP-4504 was returned to it after receiving treatment. Response: Security are to maintain a constant vigil on SCP-4504 to prevent further attempts to self-harm. Incident Report 89/S Date: 15/10/2015 Incident: At 0600 hours, SCP-4504 approached the wall of its containment cell. It used its anomaly to make contact with one of the wires contained therein and received a painful electric shock. After a moment’s hesitation, it attempted sustained contact with the wire. Security officers entered its cell and intervened, removing SCP-4504 to transport it to Site-██’s infirmary so it could receive treatment for electrical burns. While in transit to the infirmary, SCP-4504 attacked the security officers escorting it. It seized Security Officer ██████ by grabbing her neck and arm. It vocalised to the attending security officers that it was a dangerous SCP and that it was going to use its anomaly on Security Officer ██████ unless they terminated it via gunfire first. Security officers attempted to de-escalate the situation by speaking with SCP-4504 but it proved unresponsive and repeated to security officers that it would maim its hostage unless it was terminated. While it was repeating these threats, Security Officer ███████ was able to surprise it by ambushing it through a doorway with his taser. Security officers then proceeded to subdue SCP-4504 with tasers, pepper spray and physical force. As this occurred, the SCP repeatedly vocalised that the security officers needed to terminate it. SCP-4504 was subsequently escorted to Site-██’s infirmary where it was treated for second degree electrical burns, three broken ribs, and a concussion. As it was being treated, its cell was repaired and it was returned to it afterwards. The security officers involved reported negligible injuries. Response: Alternate methods of containing SCP-4504 are to be explored. Security are to maintain a constant vigil on SCP-4504 to prevent further attempts to self-harm and are to maintain a safe distance from it when transporting it throughout the Site. + SCP-4504 Psychiatric Interview 18/10/2015 - SCP-4504 Psychiatric Interview 18/10/2015 Excerpt from Psychiatric Interview with SCP-4504 Interviewed: SCP-4504 Interviewer: Doctor Weber Foreword: An excerpt from SCP-4504’s weekly interview with its appointed psychiatrist on 18/10/2015. Two site security officers were also present. <Begin Log, 09:00> Dr Weber: Good morning, Dennis. How are you feeling? SCP-4504: Good. Dr Weber: Well, that’s… good. Silence for five seconds. Dr Weber: Would you… care to elaborate on what you mean by that? SCP-4504: All better now. Not- not suicidal. Drugs helped. Dr Weber: Well that’s very good news, Dennis. I’m glad you were able to overcome this illness. SCP-4504: Thank you. Can I go off suicide watch now? Dr Weber: Hang on a moment, Dennis. I’d like to ask you some questions first. SCP-4504: Why? Dr Weber: I’m just curious. You say you no longer feel suicidal, but I received two reports during the week that you attempted self-harm again. Is this true? SCP-4504: That was then. This is now. Don’t feel suicidal anymore. Can I go off suicide watch? Dr Weber: I’m not sure that’s a good idea Dennis. SCP-4504: What? Dr Weber: You say you feel better, but you’re still demonstrating psychomotor impairment and depressed affect. You’re unresponsive. Combined with the two attempts you made during the week, well, I’m not sure if your mental state is alright. My concern is that you may be malingering, uh, lying, in order to be taken off suicide watch. SCP-4504: I’m not mal- lying. I don’t- I’m being honest. I don’t feel like dying anymore. Been taking the meds. I’m good now. Dr Weber: Is that so? SCP-4504: Yes. Took them everyday. Like you asked. Feel better now. Dr Weber: Really? So the guards must have been mistaken when they said they saw you hiding the pills in your pillow on your cell’s security camera. Silence for four seconds. SCP-4504: What? Dr Weber: You’re on suicide watch, Dennis. You’re being constantly monitored. Did you really think you could get away with this? SCP-4504: Wait. I didn’t- You can’t- Dr Weber: Dennis, you’re ill. I know you don’t like this but it’s for your own good. SCP-4504: Wait. Wait. You- The watch isn’t helping. You can’t leave me on it. Dr Weber: You need to take your medications Dennis. They’re going to help you. SCP-4504: Have been taking medications! Am all better now! Suicide watch not helping! Makes me want to die worse! Dr Weber: Calm down, Dennis. I know you want to be taken off it but I am not going to risk that this isn’t part of some plan to get you a better opportunity to take your own life. I’m going to recommend you remain on suicide watch until two weeks after you start consistently taking your medications. SCP-4504: No! Please! It’s not helping! The drugs aren’t going to help! Dr Weber: I know you don’t understand, Dennis. But I’m doing this because I care about you. SCP-4504: No you don’t! You don’t listen! You just make things worse! You hate me! Dr Weber: You’re being irrational, Dennis. I’m going to end the session now. We have nothing further to discuss. SCP-4504: Fucker! At this point, SCP-4504 utilised its anomaly, pushing one of its hands through the table ahead of it while rising from its chair. Before security officers could react, SCP-4504 stepped through the table and pushed its other hand into Dr Weber’s head, then removing it in a slashing motion. Most of Dr Weber’s face and cranium was removed. Security officers moved to subdue SCP-4504 with tasers and pepper spray while it stood over Dr Weber’s corpse, swearing. In the ensuing struggle, SCP-4504 managed to make contact with Security Officer ███████ using its anomaly, maiming his right hand and forearm and left leg. Despite this, security officers successfully subdued SCP-4504 and transported it back to its cell. + Incident Report 90/T - Incident Report 90/T Incident Report 90/T Date: 18/10/2015 Incident: After being returned to its containment cell prematurely as a result of its assault on its psychiatrist, SCP-4504 removed the mattress and sheets from its bunk and moved them into a position leaning against the wall besides the door into its cell. It sat down on the bottom of the mattress with its head resting on a pillow placed against the upright portion of the mattress. From this position it proceeded to strike at any security personnel attempting to enter into its room. Three attempts by security personnel to force entry ended in security officers being maimed by SCP-4504, once while attempting to enter while SCP-4504 was asleep. Security personnel concluded the risk of forcing their way into the cell was too great and resolved to wait until it moved away from its cell door the following morning. Given the risks involved in entering its cell, SCP-4504 was taken off suicide watch but was still observed via the cameras in its cell. SCP-4504 slept in this position for the next two weeks, striking any personnel who entered its cell between the hours of 9pm and 6am. The five security personnel injured by SCP-4504 were transported to Site-██ infirmary. After painkillers and somnic medication proved ineffective in treatment, Site-██ medical personnel amputated the areas where SCP-4504 had distorted the bodies of Security Officers ███████, ████████, ███████and ████████. Security Officer █████████’s injury was to their abdomen and could not be treated. + Excerpt from Containment Breach Report U/9 - Excerpt from Containment Breach Report U/9 Excerpt from Containment Breach Report U/9 Incident: At 0945 hours SCP-████ breached containment at Site-██. It proceeded to rampage through the facility for the subsequent three hours, freeing two dozen other humanoid SCP objects. Among those that breached containment were SCP-4504 and SCP-082. After being released, SCP-4504 moved through the facility, navigating directly to SCP-082’s containment cell. Once there, security cameras observed the two SCP objects conversing for several minutes, though the camera’s audio was unfortunately unavailable. During the conversation, SCP-4504 kept its distance from SCP-082 but bowed low to it twice. SCP-082 was also observed to laugh and smile several times during their conversation. Their encounter was interrupted at 1050 by site security. When it observed security officers approaching, SCP-4504 approached SCP-082 and offered up its hands. Before security officers could intervene, SCP-082 bit cleanly through SCP-4504’s wrists, severing both hands. SCP-082 was subdued by site security. SCP-4504 was swiftly relocated to Site-██ infirmary in critical condition. + SCP-4504 Formal Request 28/07/2016 - SCP-4504 Formal Request 28/07/2016 SCP-4504 Formal Request 28/07/2016 Assisting Staff Member: Nurse Kokoro Park Request: SCP-4504 formally requests that it be reclassified from “Euclid” to “Neutralised” and released from Foundation containment. SCP-4504 has reported that since the loss of it's hands during Containment Breach U/9 it has been unable to utilise its anomaly in any form. SCP-4504 has stated it understands that any such release would require an amnestic treatment to remove its memories of its time in containment, and consents to such a procedure. It states that it does not expect an explanation or backstory for its disappearance or the loss of its hands and will be content with a simple return to its family. Response: Request granted. SCP-4504 is to be held in containment for three months in order to ensure its injuries are stable and that it is truly no longer anomalous. If these conditions are met, it is to undergo a class Sigma amnestic treatment on 05/11/2016 and subsequently be released in Brisbane, Australia. SCP-4504 is to be dressed in the same manner it was when it was acquired by the Foundation and released three streets away from its family’s residence at [DATA REDACTED]. - Site Director Sandoval + Incident Report 98/U - Incident Report 98/U Incident Report 98/U Date: 03/08/2016 Incident: While treating SCP-4504 in the infirmary at 0845, Nurse Park observed a small spatial distortion in the mattress of SCP-4504’s bed near its left hip. SCP-4504 quickly moved to cover the distortion with its bedsheets and denied the existence of the distortion. When Nurse Park asked it to remove the bedsheets so she could check that there was no distortion, SCP-4504 initially refused, but relented when she informed it she would have to call Site-██ Security if it did not. SCP-4504 moved the blankets but attempted to conceal the anomaly by manipulating the bed’s fitted sheet. Nurse Park observed the anomaly and contacted Site Security, which caused SCP-4504 to become distressed and repeatedly state that it was no longer anomalous. Response: At 0850 Security Officers arrived at the infirmary. Security officers attempted to move SCP-4504 back to its containment cell, but it resisted, continuing to insist that it was no longer anomalous. Site security subdued SCP-4504 with pepper spray and tasers and moved it back to its containment cell. + Containment Breach Report V/2 - Containment Breach Report V/2 Containment Breach Report V/2 Date: 03/08/2016 Incident: At 0930 SCP-4504 moved to the wall of its containment cell. It placed the end of its right arm, where its hand formerly was, against the wall and used its anomaly while drawing back its arm. By doing so it was able to remove a section of the wall the approximate size and shape of its former hand. The wires contained inside the wall did not impede this motion, as they were not contacting SCP-4504 directly. After a four second pause, SCP-4504 then repeated this motion two dozen times more within 30 seconds, tearing a hole in its cell wall and breaching containment. It exited its cell and began breaching any other containments it found, using this new application of its anomaly to dismember and decapitate any security staff it encountered. Ten minutes later, SCP-4504 escaped Site-██ along with SCP-████. Mobile Task Force Epsilon-10 (“Manhunters”) responded and engaged in pursuing the fleeing SCP objects. SCP-4504 was re-acquired by Foundation personnel a week later after following reports of "a homeless man with no hands." + Incident Report 116/W - Incident Report 116/W Incident Report 116/W Date: 27/11/2017 Incident: At 2300 hours, after having lain in its bed for approximately thirteen hours, SCP-4504 arose and removed its clothes. It then proceeded to use its anomaly on itself by placing the ends of its arms against itself and stretching its limbs and torso. Security attempted to intervene by threatening to activate the cell’s Halothane dispersal system, but SCP-4504 stated that after it woke up again it would resume its anomalous activity. Unsure if this was a genuine attempt to self-harm or a new manifestation of SCP-4504’s anomaly, security officers remained outside SCP-4504’s containment cell and called for its assigned psychiatrist. During SCP-4504’s self-mutilation, it frequently expressed severe distress and pain. It began by elongating its limbs before moving onto its own torso, neck and head. The process was crude, especially on its torso which required almost 30 minutes to elongate as its hands were not large enough to easily manipulate it. SCP-4504’s on-site psychiatrist, Dr Strickland, arrived part-way through the process. He attempted to negotiate with SCP-4504, asking it why it was self-mutilating and reminding it that poor behaviour would result in the revocation of its leisure privileges again. SCP-4504 responded with laughter, pointing out it still had not regained leisure privileges after a previous attempt to breach containment. Dr Strickland then stated that if it continued to self-harm it may be placed on suicide watch again. SCP-4504 responded with aggression and threats, stating it would kill Dr Strickland and that it knew the Foundation had been hiding antidepressants in its food. Dr Strickland again pleaded with SCP-4504 to stop mutilating itself, stating that he and the other Foundation personnel cared about its wellbeing, to which SCP-4504 again responded with laughter. Dr Strickland asked SCP-4504 why it was self-mutilating and what it thought it would accomplish, to which SCP-4504 responded “Why not?” Dr Strickland continued to try and talk SCP-4504 down until it completed the process. It then breached containment, using the increased reach of its arms to disable the Halothane dispersal system inside its cell before breaking out. Its distorted body shrugged off attempts to subdue it, allowing it to kill Dr Strickland and several security officers. SCP-4504 then proceeded to rampage through the facility, maiming 12 security officers and killing 29 others. It was eventually subdued using flashbangs, stun grenades and Halothane grenades. + Test Log 4504/15-3 - Test Log 4504/15-3 Test Log 4504/15-3 Research Team: Senior Researcher Muhammed Al-Harthi, Junior Researcher Albert Vargas Participant: SCP-4504 Subject: D-72894, a 177cm tall Indigenous Australian male Purpose: To determine the size and shape of SCP-4504’s energy fields, which had been observed during its most recent containment breach to be larger than its hands were previously. Preparation: D-72894 restrained in chair using leather straps. Researchers Al-Harthi and Vargas were to observe the test through a one-way reinforced window. [BEGIN LOG] Experiment: SCP-4504 enters testing chamber. D-72894 begins vocalising distress and expletives, telling SCP-4504 to stay away from him. The research team instructs SCP-4504 to approach D-72894 and use its anomaly on him. SCP-4504 approaches D-72894. D-72894 continues to vocalise distress and expletives, asking SCP-4504 to stay away and not to harm him while struggling to escape from his restraints. When SCP-4504 reaches D-72894 it bends down, shushing him. It places the end of its forearm on top of D-72894’s head and reassures him that it will not harm him. SCP-4504 then straightens, steps towards the room’s reinforced observation window and asks the research team if they “want to see what [he] can do?”. SCP-4504 then rushes the window and breaches containment while laughing. It proceeds to kill the research team and the attending security officers with before escaping into Site-██. [END TEST LOG] Closing Statement: Security footage and post-mortem examination of the research teams from resulting containment breach confirms SCP-4504’s ‘hands’ are enlarged to be proportionate to its new body, with its “palms” being approximately 20cm in diameter and each “finger” being between 45 and 60 centimetres in length. It is unknown if this is the result of SCP-4504 using its energy fields to manipulate each other or if they have grown in proportion to the rest of it. In light of this new information, SCP-4504’s containment procedures should be updated as soon as possible. All future testing with SCP-4504 has been prohibited by order of Site Director Sandoval. Information about SCP-4504’s anomalies should instead be observed during its containment breaches to prevent future mishaps such as this. D-72894 was returned to its cell unharmed. Item #: SCP-4504 Document Current as of 17/09/2019 Special Containment Procedures: CONSULT "Current Document" Description: CONSULT "Current Document" Addendum: + Excerpt from SCP-4504 Psychiatric Interview - Excerpt from SCP-4504 Psychiatric Interview Excerpt from Psychiatric Interview with SCP-4504 Interviewed: SCP-4504 Interviewer: Doctor White Foreword: An excerpt from SCP-4504’s first interview with its most recent appointed psychiatrist on 18/09/2019. Two site security officers were also present, as well as four more security officers waiting outside. <Begin Log, 09:00> Dr White: Hello, Dennis. My name is Dr White, but you can call me Angela, if you’d like. Please take a seat. SCP-4504 chuckles. SCP-4504: “Angela White”, huh? Your parents musta been so proud of that one. SCP-4504 moves to the chair opposite Dr White and takes a seat. Dr White: Yes, yes, I’ve heard it before. Now Dennis- SCP-4504: 4504. Dr White: I’m sorry? SCP-4504: 4504. It’s my name. SCP-4504. Dr White: I didn’t realise you preferred to be called that. Your file states you prefer to be addressed as your birth name. SCP-4504: I haven’t been “Dennis” in a long time. Dr White: Alright, I’ll keep that in mind. Treating you with respect is important to me. I'm here as your friend- SCP-4504 snorts. SCP-4504: You ain’t my friend. You’re one of them, tryna grind me down so I’ll be a good skip and sit quietly in my little concrete box without bothering anyone. You don't care about my mental health, you only care about keeping me contained. Let me ask you something. You read my file, yeah? Dr White: Yes, that’s correct. SCP-4504: So you know what I did to my three other psychiatrists? Dr White: Yes. I certainly hope our relationship goes better. SCP-4504: Well, that depends on you. You gonna put me on suicide watch? Dr White: According to what I read in your file, suicide watch was largely ineffective, was mainly used to punish you for non-compliance and was the precipitating factor in a number of your violent episodes. So no, I don’t think I will be recommending it. SCP-4504: You gonna try and hide drugs in my food? Dr White: No. SCP-4504: You gonna take away my leisure privileges if I talk back? Dr White: No. SCP-4504: If I tell you something’s wrong, are you gonna listen or are you gonna argue and say its really my fault? Dr White: Wha- No! Of course not! How is that supposed to help you? SCP-4504: Well fuck me then. You might be the best shrink I’ve ever had. Dr White: I don’t want to jinx myself, but if your other psychiatrists did that then yes, I might be. Is there anything else you wanted to ask me before I get started? SCP-4504: Can you draw me a map from here to Site Director Sandoval’s office with all the security patrol routes marked on it? Dr White: No. SCP-4504: Aaaahh, dangit. My cunning plan was foiled. I was so close, but you witty Foundation types managed to outfox me again. My search for Site Director Sandoval’s office continues. Dr White: Yes, well. Going back to the subject of your file, I noticed there were a few important pieces of information missing from it. SCP-4504: Please don’t say “we don’t know exactly how big your imaginary hands are”. Cuz let me tell you now, that ended badly for the last guys. Dr White: No. It's about your… transformation. SCP-4504: Oh? Dr White: I looked through your file, but you’ve never really explained why you chose to mutilate yourself like that. I can’t even begin to imagine how painful a small area of your distortions must feel, and you chose to do that to your whole body. Why? SCP-4504: What do you mean, why? I’m bulletproof. Regular guns don’t hurt me. Tasers bounce off me. It hurts so much I can’t even feel it if I get pepper sprayed. I’m stronger than any normal man and my long legs and arms mean I can run faster and reach further than I ever could back when I was normal. Well, sorta normal. Dr White: But despite all that, you’ve never used them to escape. You did this to yourself, but your file says during containment breaches you’re more interested in hurting security staff than you are in actually escaping. SCP-4504: Well, where would I go? I’m nine feet of freak. I could never hide like this. If I walked into any town with people in it they’d scream and run away. There’d be an MTF on me so fast they’d break the land speed record. Dr White: But then why do it? Was giving up your chance at getting away really worth getting back at security officers? SCP-4504: Oh, fuck off. Dr White: I’m sorry? Have I said something that upsets you? I didn’t mean to- SCP-4504: You said you read my file, yeah? You see how many of those escapes were working for me before I did this to myself? Dr White: They weren’t as successful, yes. It’s why I thought you did it. To make your breaching containment more likely. SCP-4504: Wrong. I kept hoping I’d get away again. First time I got out, I was outside for seven months. Seven whole months, where I could walk down a street with normal people, stand under the sky, go into shops. I got to eat whatever I wanted, drive cars, look at fuckin’ trees. Then I got caught and brought back here. The next time I only managed to stay away for eight weeks. Then one. Now I’m lucky if I get a few hours outside of containment. By the end there I wasn’t even making it all the way off Site-██ before I got caught and dragged back. I realised I was never going to escape. I looked around that little concrete box and I realised I was never going anywhere else. I was gonna die in Site-██, probably in that cell. SCP-4504: You guys took everything from me. Everything. I even gave up my hands, watched ‘em get ripped off me by an ogre, and that didn’t even get me outside. The prosthetics you give me are crap, so I have to eat food like a dog. I was hurting so much. I couldn’t remember the last time I talked to someone who wasn’t staff. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d seen the sky. You guys took that from me. SCP-4504: But you know something? You know what you can’t take from me? No matter how hard you try? You know the one thing I’ll always be able to enjoy? Pause for three seconds. Dr White: Vengeance? SCP-4504: Fuckin’ vengeance. Lashing out at people who’ve hurt you so they hurt is something so basic, so fundamental, that even dogs understand it. I had nothing to lose. Worst case scenario, you keep me isolated from people, keep me trapped in my cell. I already deal with that shit, so why not? I’m already hurting so bad, it's not like it could make my pain worse. So why not? Dr White: I see. Why not make yourself into a monster, if you already get treated like one? SCP-4504: Exactly! Fuckin'- exactly. This way I can kill way more security, which is the only thing I get to enjoy anymore. Dr White: What about leisure privileges? Your file mentioned you were something of an artist. SCP-4504 snorts. SCP-4504: Like that helps. Watching a TV in a dingy little room? Watching a shitty little pot-plant slowly wither and die? And how’m I supposed to paint something good when I only ever see the inside of this place? Plus most of it is really fucking awkward to use when you’ve got no hands. Dr White: Well, we can start with that. I’m going to recommend a review of your leisure privileges to make them more accessible and enjoyable for you. I’m also going to recommend you be awarded socialisation privileges again, and that you be escorted around the outside perimeter of Site-██ once a week. Four seconds of silence. SCP-4504: What? Dr White: That was something you asked for, years ago when you first joined us, wasn’t it? Being escorted around the facility once a week so you could see the outside world? And you said it yourself. A lot of your violence occurs as a result of your feelings of powerlessness and emotional distress, which are in turn caused by your social and physical isolation. I haven’t known you long, but it seems like letting you have these small privileges would vastly decrease both your distress and your violent tendencies. Of course these privileges would be contingent on your good behaviour, but you would understand that by now. I also can’t guarantee Site Director Sandoval will allow any of this, but I certainly intend to argue for it. Uh- with your permission of course. Four seconds of silence. SCP-4504: Jesus Christ, Angela! Fuck yes, I want this! Where have you been all this time? Shit, I’d kiss you but I’m fairly certain that’d start shit with the guards. Dr White: Yes, probably. Now I had a few other things I thought you might like to talk about, if you don’t mind. + SCP-4504 Formal Request 18/09/2019 - SCP-4504 Formal Request 18/09/2019 SCP-4504 Formal Request 18/09/2019 Assisting Staff Member: Dr Angela White Request: SCP-4504 formally requests the return of socialisation privileges. SCP-4504 also requests a review of its leisure privileges so they can be personalised so they are made more appropriate and more accessible for it, as well as the opportunity to be escorted around the perimeter of Site-██ once a week. Response: SCP-4504’s leisure privileges will be reviewed. The rest of this request is denied. Too much chance of a flight risk with this one. – Site Director Sandoval + Excerpt from Site-██ Email Server - Excerpt from Site-██ Email Server Email, Dated 19/09/2018 to: J.Sandoval@████████ from: A.White@████████ Subject: SCP-4504 Formal Request Body: Greetings Site Director. I know you have already responded to SCP-4504’s request, but I would ask that you review your decision. As indicated in the attached documents and my interview with it yesterday, SCP-4504 is far less of a flight risk than it once was. Further, almost all of its violence is precipitated by feelings of isolation, powerlessness and distress. Alleviating these would undoubtedly reduce its violent outbursts. I would also draw your attention to its history regarding its medication. Never once has it attempted to breach containment or harm staff while its medication was being delivered. Why? Because it understands that if it was to do this, it would lose access to the painkillers it needs. SCP-4504 has repeatedly stated that it needs to socialise with non-staff and it needs time outside. I believe if you fulfill these requests, SCP-4504 will regard them the same way as its medication and will behave. It’s for these reasons I’m asking you to review your decision regarding SCP-4504’s formal request. Angela Email, Dated 19/09/2018 to: A.White@████████ from: J.Sandoval@████████ Subject: Re: SCP-4504 Formal Request Body: Fine. But you have to go with it during the excursions, and I will hold you responsible if your assessments are inaccurate. Site Director Sandoval + Excursion Report A/1 - Excursion Report A/1 Excursion Report A/1 Date: 23/09/2019 SCP-4504 was escorted to the exit to Site-██ by four security staff, led by Security Sergeant ████████. They were met by Staff Psychiatrist Dr Angela White. Before commencing the excursion, Dr White asked SCP-4504 how it was feeling. SCP-4504 stated it felt anxious, and that it believed the excursion was more likely to be part of a complex decommissioning procedure than it was to be genuine excursion. Security Sergeant ████████ informed SCP-4504 that it was genuine, but he would turn it into a decommissioning procedure if SCP-4504 attempted to escape Foundation custody. SCP-4504 attempted to respond with aggression, but Dr Angela White interrupted and was able to redirect both parties by beginning the excursion. SCP-4504 and Dr White were escorted twice around the perimeter of Site-██ over the course of an hour, as planned. SCP-4504 did not attempt escape. The only occurrence of note was that at approximately fifteen minutes after commencing the excursion SCP-4504 began to weep. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4504" by wmaitla, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4504. 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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PeppersGhost SCP-4505 - A Brief History of Anomalous Artwork in the Renaissance by PeppersGhost More by this author 1/4505 LEVEL 1/4505 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-4505 SCP-4505-081 undergoing restoration. Special Containment Procedures: The SCP-4505 collection is housed in Reliquary Site-14 for storage and display. A minimum of three Foundation archivists are to facilitate appropriate care and study of the collection. Any personnel involved in the research and/or containment of anomalous artwork may be granted gallery access for educational purposes.1 SCP-4505 items featured in the observation gallery are to be rotated on a bi-monthly basis. Description: SCP-4505 is the collective designation for 265 Safe-class anomalous artworks created between the 14th and 17th centuries as part of the cultural movement known as the Renaissance.2 The collection is available as an educational resource for Foundation employees. The following is a truncated list of artifacts consolidated under SCP-4505. Staff members involved in the containment of any SCP-4505 item must familiarize themselves with the entire collection before beginning work.3 Note that items are numbered in order of acquisition, not creation. Title Pietà Serial # Artist Year SCP-4505-035 Tondino 1623 Description: Animate marble sculpture depicting the Madonna weeping over the deceased Christ. Inspired by Michelangelo's sculpture of the same name, Tondino's piece diverges from the original by posing the Madonna knelt over her prone son. The figures are non-sentient and unresponsive to stimuli. The Madonna shakes her son and pantomimes sobs, but produces no sound. The deceased Christ is not independently animate and makes no movements other than those instigated by the Madonna's physical interactions. Both figures feature realistic anatomy, visually emulating the elasticity and malleability of soft tissue within the context of the piece's internal action; however, physical contact from external sources will interact with the figures as solid marble. Several historical records pertaining to the piece describe an incident wherein a child's fingers were severed after playfully inserting them into the Madonna's mouth. These accounts are supported by recent internal imaging of the Madonna's stomach, which has revealed the presence of 11 fingers from no fewer than 3 different parties, as well as a large amount of coinage in various denominations. Title The Judgement of the Unrighteous Serial # Artist Year SCP-4505-089 Unknown 1434 Description: Bronze door with sculpted relief panels depicting various scenes in Hell as described in Dante Alighieri's Divine Comedy. Anomalous phenomena occur when it is viewed by a person who has recently committed an act deemed sinful by 15th century Catholic doctrine. Subjects who meet the above criteria will experience a cognitohazard-induced hallucination wherein they are surrounded by indistinct, red-hooded figures. These figures are often observed holding and consuming the severed heads of cephalophoric saints. Effects subside entirely within twenty to thirty minutes. Title Cardinal del Monte Serial # Artist Year SCP-4505-118 Unknown 1554 Description: Life-size oil portrait on canvas with accompanying section of wall. The painting depicts Innocenzo Ciocchi del Monte, adopted nephew and possible lover of Pope Julius III. The painting was removed from the Papal Palace multiple times after the death of Julius III in 1555, but always reappeared in the same place the following day. Attempts to destroy the piece were similarly undone. After several weeks' effort, it was decided that the entire section of wall where the painting hung was to be detached from the building and removed from the premises. Title The Elation of Saint Paul Serial # Artist Year SCP-4505-122 Jean Brodel 1495 Description: Oil on panel. The painting features an anomalous chiaroscuro effect which causes the lighting of the scene to change over a 24 hour period, with the movement of the sun, moon, and stars progressing in real time. The rest of the scene (which is otherwise static) features Paul the Apostle standing before a crowd in what is presumably the artist's interpretation of a Jewish synagogue. All figures are dressed in Italian formal wear common to the period. Paul is posed as though preaching to the assembly, albeit with a thick stream of honey pouring from his mouth. The heads of doves protrude from where his eyes would normally be found, and his fingers expel a milky substance which pools beneath him. Several bystanders are gathered around the puddle, using their hands to drink.4 Title Lorenzo de' Medici Serial # Artist Year SCP-4505-164 Unknown 1502 Description: An oil painting depicting the body of Lorenzo de' Medici in an advanced state of decomposition. It is one of the earliest known attempts at crafting a fully animate and intelligent reproduction of an existing human within a two-dimensional space. Due to split opinions regarding the sanctity of the piece, it remained out of view in deep storage at the Medician Academy of Occult Arts until 1944.5 Lorenzo allegedly commissioned the painting after he was drawn in by the artist's offers of immortality. The artist—whose identity remains unknown—succeeded in creating a painted likeness of Lorenzo that could hold conversations with viewers and move within the confines of its 126 cm × 104 cm surface as if it were a three-dimensional space. However, the depiction of Lorenzo proved to be more lifelike than intended, and perished due to starvation several weeks after the painting was completed. Before its death, it reportedly subsisted on a bowl of fruit the artist had painted in the foreground, as well as an animate bird painted on a windowsill. Title Saint Peter Serial # Artist Year SCP-4505-201 Unknown 1518 Description: Animate bronze sculpture created under the patronage of Pope Leo X. The piece was originally envisioned as a living idealization of Saint Peter that could interact with the public and educate them on matters of Biblical history and Catholic doctrine. Though the project was initially successful, the piece began to question its own existence and subsequently developed a sense of individual identity, eventually culminating in a renunciation of Christian belief. The Church quickly removed the statue from public display. Records indicate the piece was scheduled to be destroyed, but for unknown reasons, was instead gagged and buried in an unmarked plot, and remained there until it was accidentally discovered by a construction company nearly five centuries later. The figure has since been taken into Foundation care and given extensive counseling, though it still displays severe mental instability and social impediment as a consequence of its prolonged isolation.6 The figure can be violent, but poses negligible threat to viewers as it cannot leave its 0.7m x 0.7m base. Title The Mercy Stoup Serial # Artist Year SCP-4505-213 Agnolio Celloni 1441 Description: A plain gold basin set into an ivory stand with various scenes from the crucifixion of Jesus carved along its circumference. Any liquid poured into the basin gradually transmutes into blood over the course of ten to twelve minutes. Originally created to hold Holy Water, the piece showed no anomalous properties until the artist's death in 1446. It was acquired from an unknown vendor in 1961 by the Horizon Initiative for its apparent eucharistic properties. The group presented it as a gift to the Foundation in 1992 after a scientific examination revealed the transmuted blood to be from a male Lipizzan horse. Title The Lamentation of St. Bartholomew Serial # Artist Year SCP-4505-254 Garsuccotti 1576 Description: An unfinished oil painting on wood depicting Saint Bartholomew in the process of being flayed from the heels up. The piece emits constant vocalizations of pain which intensify in response to physical or auditory stimuli. No other animate characteristics have been observed. A notable degree of attention has been paid to the details in Bartholomew's exposed musculature, possibly influenced by anatomical drawings created by Andreas Vesalius in the years prior. The figures carrying out Bartholomew's flaying are dark and indistinct; it is unknown if this was a creative decision or merely a consequence of the painting's incomplete state. The skin removed from Bartholomew's legs has been twined and knotted into a noose. The posing of the figures suggests that the noose is drawn closer to Bartholomew's head with every inch of skin peeled from his back. Title Trinity of the Red Court Serial # Artist Year SCP-4505-265 [DATA RESTRICTED] 1586 Description: Oil on canvas. Christ is suspended in a dark void, hanging by the neck from a rope which extends out of frame. Those who view the painting for a prolonged period of time will gradually notice changes in its content. The effect resets after the viewer has looked away for ten or more seconds. Changes are consistent among different viewers and viewing sessions and occur in the same sequence: Lacerations appear across the deceased Christ's body. A jester is added to the lower left corner of the painting, pointing at the deceased Christ. Young children appear behind the jester in a long line that extends into the darkness. A hooded figure mounted on a horse is added to the bottom right corner of the painting. The heels on the rider's shoes end in bloodstained spikes. Numerous puncture wounds appear on the side of the horse's body. Heavy chains appear around the hooded figure, binding its arms to its torso. The deceased Christ raises his arms toward the jester and rider.7 Christ's expression changes to a broad grin. Footnotes 1. Pending the completion and approval of Employee Access Request RS14-EA3. 2. The original 130 pieces were previously listed as individual SCP objects until their eventual consolidation and sub-designation under the parent number of SCP-4505 as part of the SEK Object Class Initiative in 1914. Additional works have been acquired and added to the collection in subsequent years. 3. See An Anomalous History of Art volumes 23-34. 4. Several sources suggest that the surreal imagery corresponds to Paul's martyrdom as described in The Golden Legend. 5. During the second World War, numerous anartworks were disguised as traditional pieces and entrusted to the MFAA for protection, which subsequently allowed pieces such as SCP-4505-164 to be discovered and acquired by Foundation resources. (See An Anomalous History of Art volume 81.) 6. A psychiatric evaluation carried out in 1986 can be found in Chapter 6 of An Annotated History of Art-Based Life by Dr. Gertrude Blau. 7. See Archetypes in Anart chapter 5, "King, Clown, and Consul".
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SCP-4506 prior to its initial disappearance. Item #: SCP-4506 Special Containment Procedures: Learning Computer Beta-9 ("ALEXANDER") is to scan visual media currently in production for individuals matching SCP-4506's features. In cases where the presence of SCP-4506 is confirmed, it is to be doctored out of the footage if possible. In cases where the presence of SCP-4506 is significant enough that minor edits to the media in question are not sufficient, Covert Task Force Zeta-9 ("The Producers") are to be embedded into the production in question in order to facilitate more pervasive alterations. Following Incident 4506-1, these containment procedures have been deemed unnecessary. Description: SCP-4506 is ten year old child actor Thomas Sender, who was declared missing on 12/10/1995. Over the years since its initial disappearance, SCP-4506 has continued to appear in various visual media productions such as films and television programs in both major and minor roles. All media SCP-4506 has appeared in following its initial disappearance have been financed or otherwise influenced by GoI-1783 ("Westhead Media"). Notably, SCP-4506 has not visibly aged over the course of this period. (For more information on specific notable appearances of SCP-4506, refer to Appearance Log 4506-1.) When individuals involved with these productions are questioned regarding the appearance of SCP-4506 in the finished product, they will initially find its presence unremarkable, only realizing they have no memory of it appearing during the original filming when specifically prompted. SCP-4506 originally disappeared following a day of filming on the family sitcom Where The Hart Is, in which it portrayed the character of Jacob Hart1. Witnesses described seeing a suited man who identified himself as SCP-4506's talent agent beckon it into a nearby car and drive away shortly after. Appearance Log 4506-1: The following is a record of notable appearances of SCP-4506 in visual media productions. In all instances, SCP-4506 was removed from the released footage upon discovery. A full record of all SCP-4506 appearances is available upon request from the Site-22 media archives. Media Nature of Appearance Episode 34 of Friends, "The One with Russ" (1996) First recorded appearance. SCP-4506 appears as an extra during the episode's conclusion in Central Park. During this appearance, SCP-4506 is visibly confused, looking around and stumbling seemingly at random. Episode 1 of Star Trek: Enterprise, "Broken Bow" (2001) SCP-4506 appears in a significant role where he plays a child who encounters a confused Klingon at the beginning of the episode, later reporting it to authorities. Due to the substantial nature of this appearance, substantial edits to the original episode were required before it could be released. Transformers (2007) SCP-4506 appears as an extra during the film's climatic battle sequence. Numerous reaction shots during this sequence show SCP-4506 displaying extreme fear at its surroundings. Episode 69 of Doctor Who, "Vincent and the Doctor" (2010) SCP-4506 appears as a child whom the character of the Doctor questions about recent killings in Auvers-sur-Oise. Throughout the conversation between the two characters, SCP-4506 misreads the majority of its lines. Episode 60 of Game of Thrones, "The Winds of Winter" (2016) SCP-4506 appears during the declaration of Jon Snow as King in the North, portraying a character referred to as "the young Lord Crowson". SCP-4506 has bruising visible on its face, and walks with a noticeable limp. Interview Log 4506-1: On 11/04/2017, it came to the Foundation's attention that the parents of SCP-4506, Eileen and Simon Sender, had been making numerous attempts to contact members of the anomalous community. Upon further investigation, it came to light that this was a result of them witnessing numerous minor appearances of SCP-4506 in television and film2 and wishing to discover more about the anomalous in relation to their son's disappearance as a result. They were subsequently brought into custody for interview. <Begin Log> (Dr. Jade enters the room and sits down. Mr. Sender is sitting across from her, arms crossed.) Dr. Jade: Hello, Mr. Sender. My name is Dr. Jade. How are you feeling today? Mr. Sender: Where is my son? Dr. Jade: I don't know that. Mr. Sender: Liar. You're a … you're a fucking liar, you do know, I can see it on your fucking face, fuck you. (Pause.) Dr. Jade: If you can't calm down at least a little, I'll be forced to leave and wait for you to cool down. Is that you want? (Pause.) Mr. Sender: Fine. Okay, yeah, I'll calm down. But you do know. You do. Dr. Jade: Why do you think I'd know where your son is? Mr. Sender: This is what you - what you people are like, my wife told me all about that, yeah3. The way you're looking at me, with your - with your face all like that. You at least have an idea. (Pause.) Dr. Jade: Your son has been missing for twenty-two years, Mr. Sender. I'm thirty-two years old. Do you really think I was involved in your son's kidnapping when I was ten? Mr. Sender: I never said that - I just said you know. I - I saw him. Dr. Jade: You saw him? Mr. Sender: On TV. I - I did, I swear, don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about. In a crowd on Law and Order. Dr. Jade: I … see. And you're sure this was your son? Mr. Sender: I know my son when I see him. His eyes were all red, like he'd … like he'd been crying, and he was holding his arm all funny, but it was him. He … he hadn't aged a day. Please, please, just tell me where he is, if you do know, I need to - I need to say I'm sorry. Dr. Jade: Say you're sorry? Mr. Sender: For pushing him so much, I thought it was - I thought it would build good work ethic, but he hated me for it. Thought he'd ran away at first, you know? Because of that. Then I thought he was dead in a ditch somewhere, or … or worse. But he didn't, he's not, I saw him. Please, just tell me what you know. I'm begging you. (Pause.) Dr. Jade: I don't know. I really am sorry. (Mr. Sender slumps over in his chair, dropping his arms to his sides.) Mr. Sender: No … you really don't, do you? Fuck. Fuck. <End Log> Despite being brought in for interview, Mrs. Sender refused to respond to any attempts at questioning. As such, an interview with her could not be conducted. Following this process, both Mr. and Mrs. Sender were administered Class-A amnestics and released. However, upon witnessing SCP-4506 again in a subsequent minor containment breach, Mr. and Mrs. Sender attempted to contact the anomalous community again after following the same reasoning as the original sequence of events. Following two more amnesticization cycles which proceeded in this same way, it was determined that further application would be a waste of resources, and the couple was placed under observation instead. Incident Log 4506-1: On 04/22/2017, Foundation observers reported that Eileen and Simon Sender had disappeared from their home overnight. Upon review of surveillance footage, it was discovered that the couple had driven away from their home during a brief interval when the observers were swapping shifts4. It is believed that the couple intentionally waited for this interval before leaving. Two days later, their car was found outside an abandoned television studio on the outskirts of Dernham, New Mexico. Although no evidence of a struggle could be found in the vicinity, the following recording had been left behind in the vehicle: <Begin Log> (Sounds of rustling, presumably the recording device being put down. Mr. Sender can be heard sighing.) Mr. Sender: I've got it put to record. You know, so there's a message in case we don't … in case … you know. Mrs. Sender: Yeah. (Pause.) Mr. Sender: Is it … is it loaded? Mrs. Sender: Yeah. It's loaded. Mr. Sender: Okay. That's good. Well, it's not, uh, it's not good really, but… (laughs, trails off) Sorry. Mrs. Sender: Mm. I get what you mean. Mr. Sender: Yeah. Should we … what should we say? Mrs. Sender: For the message? Mr. Sender: Yeah, for the message. (Pause.) Mrs. Sender: I guess we should explain. The, um, the situation, you know. Mr. Sender: Yeah. Yeah. Do you want to or should I…? Mrs. Sender: You can do it. Mr. Sender: Okay. (Mr. Sender clears his throat.) Mr. Sender: So, one of our contacts - contacts, what the fuck am I talking about? One of the guys we got in touch with got back to me. Said he'd heard of these Westhead guys, knew where they operated. Said he'd pass the information onto us for … well, for a lot of money. Mrs. Sender: I thought it was a scam. Mr. Sender: I half-thought so too. It still might be - I, I don't know whether that would be good or bad, though. But we had to know, yeah? If there was a chance … if there was a chance… (Pause.) Mrs. Sender: If there was a chance, we had to try. It's fine. Mr. Sender: Thank you. Mrs. Sender: So, we've got a gun. We've got ammo - don't know how much good that'll do, but we have it. We're gonna get Tommy out of there, or … or we're gonna make sure they can't hurt him anymore. (Pause.) Mr. Sender: You ready? Mrs. Sender: Yeah. Yeah, I'm ready. Mr. Sender: Love you. (Pause.) Mrs. Sender: Love you, too. <End Log> Following the discovery of this recording and the disappearances of Simon and Eileen Sender, no further appearances of SCP-4506 have been recorded. As a result, SCP-4506 has been reclassified as Neutralized. Footnotes 1. This was SCP-4506's most prominent role to date, with predictions that it would launch a more substantial career in television. 2. Due to the minor nature of the majority of SCP-4506 appearances, there have been several breaches of information containment following SCP-4506's discovery. 3. Further investigation revealed that Mrs. Sender's father was a retired FBI agent who had worked as part of the Unusual Incidents Unit for a time. It is presumed this connection was how she and her husband pursued contact with the anomalous community. 4. Personnel involved were officially reprimanded for the lax conduct that allowed this interval to take place.
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Item #: SCP-4507 SCP-4507 after 90 minutes of traversal. Special Containment Procedures: The entrance to SCP-4507 has been cordoned off from public access. A small shopfront at the entrance has been converted into a makeshift security station, where two Foundation agents have been embedded as convenience store clerks. Should non-authorised personnel gain access to SCP-4507, MTF Lambda-5 ("White Rabbits") is to be called in for search-and-rescue operations. UPDATE: Members of the task force are to be screened and selected based on the number of surviving family members. Individuals with deceased next-of-kin, separated spouses or who generally exhibit symptoms of social anxiety are to be excluded. Description: SCP-4507 is an alleyway located in Akihabara, Tokyo, measuring 1 meter wide and surrounded by high-rise concrete buildings. Within the alley are sewage pipes, air-conditioning units and doorways that are either locked or open to brick-and-mortar walls. Satellite imagery confirms the distance between the alleyway's entry-point and exit at 152 meters. If two or more individuals enter SCP-4507, they emerge approximately 5 minutes later at the center of ███████-████ Street, with no anomalous activity recorded. However, if an individual enters SCP-4507 alone, he/she will be unable to locate the exit, no matter how much time is spent in traversal. Discovery: Foundation agents were called in to investigate the area after a high concentration of missing-persons cases was reported. Launched April 07 2016 | Confirmation of initial anomaly | Loss of D-class personnel ▶ Addendum 4507-01: The Second Expedition ⊟ Addendum 4507-01: The Second Expedition Entrance to SCP-4507 to the right of convenience store. Foreword: The first expedition was launched into SCP-4507 on March 31, 2016 and ended after 5 minutes and 20 seconds, with a team of D-class emerging on the other side, saying, "Thank god, that's it?" The second expedition comprised of a single D-class personnel, D-9456 (female, in her late 20s), with Lead Scientist, Dr. Mori, providing instructions over radio. D-9456's chest armour equipped with a built-in video cam. D-9456: Time-check please? Dr. Mori: 34 minutes and 20 seconds. How are you feeling? D-9456: Should I be worried that it's taking so long to get to the end? Dr. Mori: Keep going. You're doing fine. <D-9456 continues walking down the path. She makes slow twists and turns around corners, which do not correspond to satellite telemetry.> D-9456: Doc, you still there? <static from radio> Dr. Mori: Yeah. D-9456: Thank God. It's getting harder to hear you. How long have I been in here? <The official log states 3 hours, 23 minutes and 50 seconds.> Dr. Mori: Not that long. Don't worry, okay? I'm not gonna let anything happen to you. It's just like that time in Hong Kong, remember? D-9456: Heh, you mean Hong Kong, where I almost died? At least you could hear the sounds of the city back in that labyrinth. Dr. Mori: What else do you see around you? <D-9456 pauses. The camera pans across walls on either side, extending towards the sky.> D-9456: Just endless concrete. And it's getting dark quickly. <The official time-stamp reads 09:56 in the morning. D-9456 resumes exploration.> D-9456: Doc? What's gonna happen to me when I get back? Dr. Mori: I'm sorry, what do you mean? D-9456: I mean after I return from the mission… You guys are just gonna throw me into another crazy experiment, aren't you? <Pause on the radio> Dr. Mori: You know I'll do my best to protect you, D-9456. If you're feeling unwell, we could always stop? You could turn around and— D-9456: No. I want to continue… for now. I want to see where this leads. <D-9456 begins noting that the buildings are starting to show signs of deterioration, with vines and moss gradually covering more and more of their exterior.> D-9456: There's something up ahead. It's… a wall. <D-9456 shines her flashlight across a concrete barrier. She reaches for the surface and sides, confirms that it's blocking all access forward. Camera feed glances skywards: the barrier appears to be part of another building, covered in the same hanging vegetation and decay.> D-9456: A fucking wall, after all this time? Dr. Mori: You sound disappointed. At least now we know where this thing ends. D-9456: Wait. There's something else here. <Camera feed distorts as D-9456 moves to the side. She brushes away more vines and leaves.> D-9456: It's some sort of shinto1 shrine. <The shrine comes into focus. It's a small pagoda nestled between the buildings.> D-9456: There's some Japanese carved into the wood here. Maybe you guys will have a better time with— Whoa… Dr. Mori: What is it? D-9456: Doc, the wall's gone. Dr. Mori: What? How? D-9456: I don't have a fucking clue. <Camera view jerks back around as D-9456 returns to the alleyway. Instead of a wall, she passes her torch over an orange gateway that's about 2 meters high.> D-9456: Doc, what's going on here? Dr. Mori: I have no idea. But it's called a torii gate. Believed to be a gateway to the gods. D-9456: I can see something moving on the other side… Dr. Mori: What? Are you sure? <Camera feed zooms in, showing the same black alleyway, extending onward. Heavy distortion of visual feed.> Dr. Mori: I think it's time for you to turn back, Alice. <D-9456 stays completely still, continues shining her torch between the pillars of the torii gate. She seems transfixed by something.> D-9456: Doc, you mind if I get another time-check? <Dr. Mori hesitates.> Dr. Mori: You've been in there for 21 hours now. I'm bringing you back, Alice. <D-9456 doesn't seem to react. She turns the camera upwards. The D-class has dark, wavy hair and a handsome face.> D-9456: Hikiko, you've always treated me with respect since we started working together — better than the rest of those a-holes back in the Foundation. (pause) Whatever happens to me, I hope we will see each other again some day. Dr. Mori: What are you doing? You don't know what's on the other side. Let me at least— D-9456: I'm not going to be trapped here any more. Dr. Mori: Alice, wait—! <D-9456 walks under the torii gate. Camera feed suddenly cuts out, leaving only white noise and static.> [END LOG] Record of individuals suspected of entering SCP-4507 | Current whereabouts unknown by local authorities ▶ Addendum 4507-02: Recovered Notes from Missing Persons ⊟ Addendum 4507-02: Recovered Notes from Missing Persons Foreword: Foundation agents noticed a spike in Missing-Persons cases concentrated in the Akihabara district, particularly among households in close proximity to SCP-4507. Person of Interest #1: Aiko Mitsuri, 79 years old, Retiree, reported missing the day after she was due to return home from her retirement facility. 私の愛する少年, ここ数カ月間私のところに来てくれてありがとう。 私はあなたが退職後の家庭への支払いを止める以外に選択肢がなかったことを知っています、それで私も自分で生きることを試みることにしました。 あなたはあなたの家族と十分な問題を抱えています。私のすべての医療費は言うまでもありません。 私を探しに来る必要はありませんし、あなたが私の死を悼むべきでもありません。 私は長くて実りある人生を送ってきました、そして今、私は私が愛する人たちに負担をかけずに、私が長く待ち望んでいる平和を求めて去ります。 私たちのような場所、静かで美しい場所の伝説があります。 私の友人の花子は私にそれについてすべて話しました。 それは私たちが人生の束縛を捨てる場所です。 それは私たちが安心して死ぬところです。 あなたを愛して、ヒロ。 あなたの息子を見てください。 彼のおばあちゃんのように、彼は反抗的な筋を持っています。 *** My Dearest Boy, Thank you for coming to visit me these past few months. I know you've no choice but to stop the payments to the retirement home, so I've also decided to try and live out there on my own. You have enough problems with your family without having to worry about another mouth to feed and not to mention, all my medical bills. There is no need to come looking for me, and neither should you mourn my passing. I have lived a long and fruitful life and now, I seek to find the peace I have longed for, without having to burden the ones I love. There are legends of a place like ours, a place that is quiet and beautiful. My friend Hanako told me about it. It is a place we throw off the shackles of life; a place we go to die. I love you, Hiro. Watch that son of yours. He has a rebellious streak, just like his grandma. Person of Interest #2: Riotoro Watanabe, 31 years old, Unemployed, reportedly hasn't left his parents' house in over six months. 最愛の母, 私は私が人生の失敗であることを知っています。 私はあなたのテーブルで食べ物を食べ、あなたの家の床で寝ました、そしてさらに悪いことに、あなたはあまりにも多くの回数あなたを失望させました。 ごめんなさい。 私はもはやあなたや社会の他の人々に負担をかけたくはありません。 悟りの道を見つけましたので、私のことを心配しないでください。 私は今、父から遠く離れて、人生の責任から遠く離れた、より良い場所にいます。 彼があなたにまた手を貸したことがあるなら、███████-████通りに来て私を探してください。 一人で来い。私はあなたを愛していることをあなたに知ってほしいのです。 *** Dearest Mother, I know that I am a failure in life. I have eaten the food off your table, slept on the floorboards of your house, and worse, disrespected you for far too many times. I am sorry. I do not want to be a burden to you or the rest of society any longer. I do not want you to worry about me. I have found the path of enlightenment. I am in a better place now, far away from Father, far away from the burdens of life. I want you to know that I love you very much. If he ever lays a hand on you again, look for me in the center of ███████-████ Street. Come alone. Person of Interest #3: Eishun Takahashi, a 14-year-old student who failed to return home from school one afternoon. The following is a translated excerpt from his end-of-year report card: Subject Assessment Grade Verdict Mathematics 45% FAIL Physics 41% FAIL Art 86% PASS Languages 75% PASS Social Studies 44% FAIL Oral Communication NIL FAIL Attendance: 156 / 355 days Teacher's Remarks: Eishun-chan is a quiet but intelligent boy who is not living up to his fullest potential. He missed his oral examination again, and his constant absence from school is pulling his grades down. In class, Eishun appears constantly distracted during lessons and has been caught frequently drawing in his notebook. His poor attitude will not serve him well when he enters society in the future. Dr. Mori reported missing | Audio-logs recovered from personal computer, within SCP-4507 ▶ Addendum 4507-03: Dr. Mori's Unauthorized Audio-Logs ⊟ Addendum 4507-03: Dr. Mori's Unauthorized Audio-Logs Note: Members of MTF Lambda-5 ("White Rabbits") were immediately deployed into SCP-4507 in pursuit of Dr. Mori, who failed to report to work three days after the disappearance of D-9456. Audio-Log #1: [01 May 2016, 15:01:56] I cannot wait here any longer, doing nothing. I sent Ali— D-9456 into SCP-4507 alone, and I plan to bring her back. I should have guessed that her freedom meant more than what… we shared together. Maybe if I found her before the MTF forces arrived, they'll go easy on a D-class who went AWOL. If you're listening to this, I don't care about the consequences. This may cost me an arm and a leg, but it's better than having her blood on my hands. Treat this as an unofficial exploration log if you must; I fully intend to return and continue my research. Audio-Log #2: [01 May 2016, 00:00:00] I've lost track of how long I've been walking for. Six hours in, my electronic equipment started malfunctioning, with the time-stamp on my recording device now blinking zeroes. I estimate it's about 2 a.m., but the Sun is shining directly overhead. My working theory is that time flows differently in SCP-4507. Random junk is also littered along the sides of the alley — electronic equipment, books, articles of clothing — possibly items left behind by those who have come before me. There's still no sign of D-9456 or that torii gate. Audio-Log #3: [?? May 2016, 00:00:00] I try to sleep at night, but it's difficult to tell the difference between the moments I'm awake and dreaming. There's a silence to this place that I cannot fully explain. My senses tell me I'm surrounded by the city, but my ears hear nothing, and my skin feels the absence of the air. I'm beginning to understand what it means to be truly alone. The walls, as Alice said before, are decaying rapidly, turning brown, black and moss-green. At times, I see faces staring back at me like the ghosts of my past, like the mocking grins of all the D-class I've sent to their deaths. Have I really sacrificed so many? And for what purpose? Alice's face appears to me one evening. I remember stopping in the middle of the alleyway and sobbing uncontrollably. Good god — what the hell am I doing in here? Audio-Log #??: [?? ?? ????, ??:??:??] I've found the shrine. It's nestled into a 3 by 3 meter plot of land, with two inari2 statues guarding its entrance. The inscription carved into its wooden pillars reads: 本質に気を付けろ、しかし詩を取り除かないで 不要なことを自分で取り除き、発生したことを理解する あなたは、悟りへの孤独な道を進んでいます。 Pare down to the essence, don't remove the poetry Rid yourself of the unnecessary, appreciate what is encountered You, on the solitary path to enlightenment. I can't explain it, but these words bring me great comfort. If you're still hearing them, I'm sorry. Maybe I never wanted to go back. Documented Inari Shrine located within SCP-4507 Primary Objective: Remand Dr. Mori for dereliction of duty | Secondary Objective: Terminate D-9456 on sight ▶ Addendum 4507-04: The "White Rabbit" Mission Log ⊟ Addendum 4507-04: The "White Rabbit" Mission Log Acting Lead Scientist Dr. Shiori's Foreword: After the disappearance of Dr. Mori and D-9456, three members from MTF Lambda-5 ("White Rabbits") would form the next expedition into SCP-4507. Due to SCP-4507's anomalous nature, each member (henceforth designated Rabbit-1, Rabbit-2, Rabbit-3) entered the alleyway in 6-hour, sequenced intervals, before regrouping on the other side to resume their mission. The following are excerpts from the personal log of Rabbit-1, the only member of the task force to return. Entry 04-01: I remember being the first one to enter SCP-4507, so I was surprised when I found Rabbit-2 waiting for me on the other side. The old man had been sitting there for 2 days and 21 hours, and his voice was trembling as he greeted me. Veteran or not, it would have been a daunting task to continue the mission on his own. This world is an exact replica of the Akihabara we left behind, minus the people. No more flashing neon lights, no more colours or sounds. The city is silent. We walk past windows and doors, all boarded up, and the walls look like they've not been cleaned in a long time. Nothing moves except for the rolling dust at our feet. Today marks the third day we've waited for Rabbit-3 to appear. There's no way to reach Dr. Shiori on the radio to confirm whether the rookie made it out of SCP-4507 alive. In three hours, we have no choice but to resume our mission to find Dr. Mori and the D-class. Entry 04-02: The air is so still that any sound we make only travels a few meters. I shout in Rabbit-2's direction but he reported hearing only a whisper. Thank god our radio still works. We forced our way into an empty apartment near Ueno station, only to find everything left in its place: a television set still switched on, flashing with static. The fridge was stocked with food in various stages of decomposition. Dirty laundry still sat in a basket. The only thing missing were its occupants. How do we search for Mori and a D-Class when there's nobody left to interrogate? I try radioing my family that night. There's something about this place that feels wrong, makes me think more about them. Laura would be doing the dishes about now, folding clothes for Chuck, who'd be watching cartoons past his bedtime. The silence makes me miss their voices even more. Entry 04-03: Today, we heard the faint sounds of Rabbit-3's voice over the radio. It sounded muffled and distorted at first, but Rabbit-2 panicked, arguing that we should double back to the entrance of SCP-4507 just in case Three was still waiting for us to appear. I agreed, partially to allay Two's fears, but also because we had no other leads to pursue. Two is becoming more erratic and emotionally withdrawn. He used to crack jokes all the time and make fun of Rabbit-3 for being the newest member of the squad. But the old man has been silent ever since Three's disappearance. That night, I choose not to share with him that I caught someone staring at us from one of the windows, as we were passing during the day. I fear it may send the old man over the edge. Entry 04-04: We arrived back at the entrance of SCP-4507, but there is still no sign of Rabbit-3. Two shows signs of frustration, repeatedly trying to reach him over the radio. Suddenly, the radio crackles to life, and Three's voice can be heard as clear as day: 'I'm here,' the voice says in a flat, monotonous tone. 'I'm here all by myself.' We double-check our equipment and search the surrounding area, but Three's voice is the only thing that's left, playing in a loop over and over again. I notice the date-of-recording on my camera feed reads [12/05/2006]. Two becomes withdrawn again, pressing the radio repeatedly to his ear, as though trying to reach out into the void and grab Three, wherever he is. I wish I knew what our next move was. Entry 04-05: We shelter in another abandoned apartment. This one smells of decaying roses and overcooked rice, the stench lingering in the air like the shadows of its prior occupants. I catch Two staring out the window in the middle of the night — he's watching a lone figure walking down the empty street. When I ask him if he's alright, the old man nods, mutters something about missing his wife, Hanako, who passed away years ago. I tell him I've made the decision to go back, but he remains silent. Entry 04-06: On the seventh morning, we find a hand-written note at our door-step that wasn't there the night before. It reads, simply: Push not those who pull themselves inward. ~森, Mori We spot about a dozen individuals staring in our direction, from various distances, after we exit the building. Even when I raise my weapon, they remain completely still, unmoving, unbothered. None of them appear to be Dr. Mori or the D-class. When I try moving towards them, they fade away, around the corners of buildings, back into the silence. Suddenly, we're alone again. I turn to Rabbit-2, who's so stunned he hasn't even raised his weapon. I have to pull him in the direction of SCP-4507. Entry 04-07: I feel the weight of many gazes upon me on our way back. At the entrance to the alley itself, Rabbit-2 suddenly stops, refuses to move. I ask him what's the matter. He looks up at me, and without saying another word, turns to leave. I contemplate whether to hold him at gun point, but the hidden gazes weigh upon my chest, forcing me back towards the mouth of the alley. I think of my wife and eight-year-old son, still waiting for me back home, and I lower my weapon. As I re-enter the alleyway, pass the orange gates, I fumble with my radio, hoping to hear my family's voices. After a few minutes, it cackles back to life. "Where have you been?" Dr. Shiori's voice echoes through the static, like a long-forgotten ghost. "It's been six years since you went missing." Lead Scientist Dr. Shiori's Notes: Three more expeditions were sent into SCP-4507 before the number of Missing-in-Action (MIA) personnel proved too high to continue experimentation. Due to the self-imposed isolation of these individuals, I recommend sealing off SCP-4507 from public access and close monitoring of the alleyway for signs of return movement. Footnotes 1. A religion dating its origins back to 8th century Japan 2. A Japanese fox spirit
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close Info X SCP-4508 "Orderly Prophetic" by: DrAkimoto ~DrAkimoto's Author Page~ 1/4508 LEVEL 1/4508 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-4508 Safe SCP-4508 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4508 is currently held in Safe Security Locker 6 at Site-71. The Parazoology Division sends patrols to the area of discovery on a monthly basis. Any otter populations will be observed and contained if necessary. Description: SCP-4508 is a 1.7 meter tall statue depicting a Eurasian otter (Lutra lutra), of unknown geologic composition. No feasible method of damaging SCP-4508 has been discovered. Etched into the base of SCP-4508 is the Arabic word النبي1. Sealed within SCP-4508 is a human male identified as Thomas Lapen, designated SCP-4508-1. Despite SCP-4508-1 lacking the ability to consume food or water, MRI scans indicate its vital signs remain stable. The lucidity of SCP-4508-1 is currently unknown. Discovery: The Foundation was tipped off by an emergency call originating from Hallsburg, Oregon after the caller claimed that their friend was "abducted by evil otters". Field agents found evidence of a struggle in SCP-4508-1's home, and SCP-4508 was discovered in the back yard surrounded by used candles and various species of shellfish. Addendum 4508 -1: The following excerpts are from SCP-4508-1's text message records, detailing the chain of events leading to the discovery of SCP-4508. 4/20/2017 6:42pm|Tom: Hey man, leaving work now. omw to you. 6:44pm|Rich: be safe 6:49pm|Tom: Fuck 6:50pm|Rich: ? 6:52pm|Tom: I hit a weird looking dog or somethign, idfk what it was… dead now 6:52pm|Rich: Stop fucking around we got shit to do 6:53pm|Tom: k brt 4/21/2017 8:31am|Rich: Did u call me last night? 9:05am|Tom: Was spooked 9:06am|Rich: w h y 9:07am|Tom: Had weirdest fucking dream. Got attacked by seals or some shit… when I woke up my room was a mess. W E I R D 9:12am|Rich: Youre room is always a mess. :p Stop watching those stupid ghost shows before bed 9:15am|Tom: lol your right. 9:35am|Rich: Can't hang out today.. will see you after work tomorrow though 9:37am|Tom: Oof. bye 4/22/2017 12:15pm|Tom: Had that same dream again last night. Definitely otters. found a bunch of sea shells in my room this morning too 12:17pm|Rich: s p o o k y 12:20pm|Tom: dick. Ill txt you when I get off 12:22pm|Rich:K 4:32pm|Tom: YO 4:35pm|Rich: u out.? 4:36pm|Tom: UR NOT GONNA BELIEVE THIS SHIT 4:38m|Rich: here we go lol 4:37pm|Tom: so im tying one of the boats to the dock and what do I see. 3 fucking otters dude. Just watching me.. It was creepy 4:40pm|Rich: You get a pic? 4:42pm|Tom: Didnt have phone on me 4:43pm|Rich: OK if your done hallucinating can we go to the movies lol 4:36pm|Tom: Dude iim serious. 4:48pm|Rich: just fuck off and get over here before we r late 4:38pm|Tom: brt just gotta stop for gas 4/23/2017 6:10pm|Tom: Dude look wtf man 6:11pm|Rich: is that your car? wtf happened lol 6:12pm|Tom: idk man we got off the docks and there's this huge pile of fucking shells next to my car. shit reeks 6:13pm|Tom: everyone is saying they didn't see them get dropped off. Someones fucking with me 6:15pm|Rich: whatever man. fuk em - it the weekend!! 6:16pm|Tom: u right lol we goin to cindys thing later? 6:16pm|Rich: lezzzgoooooo 6:20pm|Tom: k brt 4/24/2017 2:06pm|Tom: aadusudhsjdjshi 2:07pm|Rich: Oh yeah? 2:07pm|Tom: Dude I just got chased like 4 fuking blocks 2:08pm|Rich: wtf?! by who???? 2:09pm|Tom: ur not gonna belive me… 2:10pm|Rich: WHO WAS IT!! 2:12pm|Tom: it was like…10 fucking otters man. 2:13pm|Rich: Lol your a fucking riot….u had me there for a sec. 2:13pm|Tom: IM NOT FUCKING JOKING 2:14pm|Tom: I told you ive been seeing these fuckers everywhere 2:15pm|Rich: dude ur like obsessed c h I l l o u t 2:16pm|Tom: U FUCKIN CHILL 2:16pm|Tom: your not the one having weird ass dream and being chased by fuckin otters 2:17pm|Rich: neither are YOU 2:17pm|Rich: Fucking otters. u need to chill out on the bud man. 2:18pm|Tom: fuck you. 4:32pm|Rich: probably too busy with your otters but is we chillin today? 4:32pm|Tom: fuk off man your being a real DICK. 4:37pm|Rich: lol w.e bro hmu when your done being weird. 4/27/2017 12:48pm|Tom: FK MAN I NED HELP 12:48pm|Rich: …what? help 12:49pm|Rich: wtf where are you!!?! 12:51pm|Rich: yoooooo? 12:55pm|Rich: dud not funny where are you? 4/28/2017 8:19am|Rich: yo 9:45am|Rich: okay man, I get it, im sorry 4/29/2017 11:19am|Rich: Youre mom called said u weren't home, WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU???? 4:48pm|Rich: idk man your not home or answering calls….im callin cops your freaking me out. u beter not be fucking around. All attempts to locate the otters responsible for the attack or determine the source of SCP-4508 have proven unsuccessful. Footnotes 1. The Prophet.
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Top down view of object. Item #: SCP-4509 Special Containment Procedures: The only remaining extant copy is currently contained in Site-23 anomalous library. Access is restricted to 4-e "Librarian" class individuals and directorial staff. Any incidents will be reported to the affected individuals via automated report, along with a copy of this documentation. If any additional copies are discovered, they will be incinerated. Description: SCP-4509 is a romantic novel roughly 139 pages long, authored by Ann Bannon, entitled "Lovers Lane." The copy held today is the only known remaining copy following Foundation incineration and destruction efforts. Bannon has not been designated a PoI, as no additional anomalous activity has been linked to them since. The anomalous effects do not present themselves until multiple female-identifying and female-attracted individuals come into contact with the object. Once this condition is met, those touching it will begin to feel an attraction to each other. Romantic emotional dependence will begin to grow sharply over a period of time, namely causing feelings of longing, attraction, and fear of losing the other person. After a period of several months, the attraction begins to gain sexual undertones and gradually becomes a more intimate relationship. NOTICE: IMPORTANT. PLEASE READ BELOW. This is an official notice that you [EMILY GRAHAM] have been subjugated to a C-11 Class anomaly. Possible psychic or emotional binding is possible with the following individuals: SITE DIRECTOR CAMILLE BECKETT. Please be conscious that any feelings of attachment are likely artificial if beginning after the following date: 2019/09/16. Treatments required: n/a Treatments recommended: n/a 2019/09/16, 2:09 PM To: moc.liamg|zemogtaergeht#moc.liamg|zemogtaergeht From: moc.liamg|999ymmahymaharg#moc.liamg|999ymmahymaharg Subject: I think I'm in love with my boss and it's not my fault. Grace, Oh my god, I'm freaking the fuck out right now. It was that fucking book. That stupid fucking romance novel! The one that we both touched when I looked into her eyes and felt like my heart was going to melt out of my chest, when I wanted nothing more than to kiss her right there in our fucking decontamination suits. It was, surprising no one but myself, anomalous. There was literally no way that I would have the courage to talk to her about how I feel. And now we're fated to fall in love or some bullshit! Fuck, I'm going to have to write her an email. -Emily 2019/09/16, 4:32 PM To: moc.liamg|999ymmahymaharg#moc.liamg|999ymmahymaharg From: moc.liamg|zemogtaergeht#moc.liamg|zemogtaergeht Subject: Re: I think I'm in love with my boss and it's not my fault. Em, That's rough. Would you mind sending the documentation my way? Maybe I can have someone check it out and see if there's some way to break your tErRiBlE cUrSe. Maybe it isn't the worst thing in the world, she is cute. And don't you dare get high and mighty at me for saying so, you're the one with a magical crush. -Grace 2019/09/19, 12:45 PM To: moc.noitadnuof.pcs|1ttekcebc#moc.noitadnuof.pcs|1ttekcebc From: moc.noitadnuof.pcs|21maharge#moc.noitadnuof.pcs|21maharge Subject: Anomaly Contact Report Greetings, I just received a notice that I've been subjected to an anomalous effect following the incident in containment chamber 503L, and that you have as well. I'll be using this email thread to report any changes in condition, as I feel like you should be made aware of any progressions in my symptoms. So far, I haven't experienced any desire since the effect first began, and don't sense any compulsions yet. I hope this email finds you in good health, -Emily Graham Senior Librarian, Class 4-e 2019/09/19, 12:47 PM To: moc.liamg|zemogtaergeht#moc.liamg|zemogtaergeht From: moc.liamg|999ymmahymaharg#moc.liamg|999ymmahymaharg Subject: Re:I think I'm in love with my boss and it's not my fault. Grace, Okay. I finally emailed her. Fuck. I worded it nice and professionally, like any other work mail about a book that went flying out of the room or a dinosaur in my bedroom, except it was about how I've fallen in love with her. I don't even know what to feel, I want to go after her but it feels so wrong, chasing after someone who can't not love you back because of some stupid magic book. Have you tried asking around the Serpent's Hand? You know how they feel about magic books. -Emily 2019/09/19, 01:23 PM To: moc.noitadnuof.pcs|21maharge#moc.noitadnuof.pcs|21maharge From: moc.noitadnuof.pcs|1ttekcebc#moc.noitadnuof.pcs|1ttekcebc Subject: RE:Anomaly Contact Report Ms. Graham, Thank you for the report. Your idea of using this email thread to document symptoms was clever. I, for one, have experienced the attraction mentioned in the report, along with developed a habit of blushing whenever you are mentioned. I've yet to develop any more severe symptoms. I do have a small hypothesis that the feeling of longing will dissipate if we are in proximity, especially in a social context. Are you available for an off-site lunch tomorrow? -Camille Beckett Site Director, Class 0-d 2019/09/20, 02:23 PM To: moc.noitadnuof.pcs|1ttekcebc#moc.noitadnuof.pcs|1ttekcebc From: moc.noitadnuof.pcs|21maharge#moc.noitadnuof.pcs|21maharge Subject: RE:Anomaly Contact Report Ms. Beckett, Thank you very much for the lunch! It was truly a treat to talk with you outside of a work setting, especially considering the tension between us during all of this. I must admit, it did help alleviate some symptoms. I seem to have developed your blushing issue, but the high from talking with you in person has done away with most of the feeling of longing. I believe that continuing to meet outside of work will help alleviate the symptoms further. Same time, tomorrow? -Emily Graham Senior Librarian, Class 4-e 2019/10/03, 04:25 AM To: moc.noitadnuof.pcs|21maharge#moc.noitadnuof.pcs|21maharge From: moc.noitadnuof.pcs|1ttekcebc#moc.noitadnuof.pcs|1ttekcebc Subject: Personal contact information Evening, Em- It feels appropriate that in the interest of continued suppression of symptoms, contact outside of work email would be wise. It may also be of interest to drop some formality, as unless Ms. Gomez's team manages to come up with a solution, we may be stuck together for some time. Love, -Camille Beckett Site Director, Class 0-d 2019/10/05, 10:37 AM To: moc.liamg|kcebkcebkceb#moc.liamg|kcebkcebkceb From: moc.liamg|999ymmahymaharg#moc.liamg|999ymmahymaharg Subject: KILL THE DIRECTOR Dear .aic's, HR people, and whomever else it may concern: I am not going to kill the director. Milly, I would like to once again thank you for lunch. It did alleviate my longing for the time being, but as we grow apart, I long for you even more. You, as the song goes, make me feel seasick. If this is a romcom, I'd like to kill the director. If it's a romance novel, I'd like to steal the pen. I want to captain a ship into your eyes, Ms. Beckett, magic book be damned. I believe I love you. Yours, -Em 2019/10/05, 11:22 AM To: moc.liamg|999ymmahymaharg#moc.liamg|999ymmahymaharg From: moc.liamg|kcebkcebkceb#moc.liamg|kcebkcebkceb Subject: Re:KILL THE DIRECTOR Thank you for not killing me, at least not physically. Mentally, I'm melting at your words. You treat me too well, and my only hope is that you actually feel this way. I do hope that this continues, I haven't felt this in love for years, and never with someone who tried to woo me with casual metaphysics. I love you, Em. Are you free this weekend? Yours, until every star turns to dust, -Milly 2019/12/16, 12:00 PM To: moc.noitadnuof.pcs|21maharge#moc.noitadnuof.pcs|21maharge, moc.noitadnuof.pcs|1ttekcebc#moc.noitadnuof.pcs|1ttekcebc From: moc.noitadnuof.pcs|34zemogg#moc.noitadnuof.pcs|34zemogg Subject: UPDATE This is an official documentation update for SCP-4509. "Effect only occurs on nights of the full moon. Any other emotional response is self-derived." 2019/12/16, 12:01 PM To: moc.liamg|kcebkcebkceb#moc.liamg|kcebkcebkceb From: moc.liamg|999ymmahymaharg#moc.liamg|999ymmahymaharg Subject: (no subject) fuck ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4509" by Penguin6, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4509. 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: lovers-lane-cover Author: Penguin6 License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Derivative of: "Dinosaur books!" by solarisgirl is licensed under CC BY-SA 2.0
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Item#: 4510 Level3 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: danger link to memo Aftermath of an SCP-4510-1 event. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4510 has been moved to an internal Foundation domain. All testing is to take place in clear outdoor areas and must be approved by at least one Level 4 clearance personnel. Description: SCP-4510 refers to www.avelarexpressfirstclassprime.███, an online shopping website managed by a company referred to as "Avelar Professional Products Inc." SCP-4510 primarily sells non-anomalous professional products and stationery, and offers advertisements to other non-anomalous websites. All records show that SCP-4510 was registered on December 7th, 2015 by an anonymous individual under the pseudonym "Zamora_734". SCP-4510's primary anomalous quality is its express shipping option. Upon selecting one or more items and proceeding to their cart, the shopper will have an opportunity to select the "Express First Class Prime™!" express shipping option, which advertises itself as being able to deliver the product "to your doorstep in less than a day!" Selecting this option and checking out the product will initiate an SCP-4510-1 event. SCP-4510-1 events begin with an unmarked Boeing C-17 Globemaster III, hereby designated SCP-4510-1, spontaneously manifesting between 1 and 7 hours after an individual has selected the "Express First Class Prime™!" shipping option. SCP-4510-1 will manifest at ~8 km and traveling at ~830 km/h, within 1000 kilometers of the computer from where the order was placed. Upon flying over the general location of the computer where the order was placed, the cargo door will open and a large tungsten cylinder will be dropped outward. Due to its weight and density, the collision with the tungsten tube will often result in significant property damage and bodily harm, nearly always completely destroying the targeted building. Following this, SCP-4510-1's cargo door will close and it will fly another ~600 km before demanifesting. Prior to its discovery and subsequent containment by the Foundation, SCP-4510 was in the custody of the United States Army. After containment of the website was achieved, the US Army refused to turn over their data regarding SCP-4510, allegedly to prevent a leak of national security. However, Foundation technicians were able to recover SCP-4510-1's final destination and cargo logs from SCP-4510. Addendum 4510-1: The following data was recovered from SCP-4510. Shipping Location Item(s) Delivered Briton, England 200 envelopes, 15 inkjet ink cartridges Kazan, Russia 2 staplers Yorkton, Canada 13 paint brushes Singapore, Republic of Singapore 52 pens, 32 embossed notecards Jacksonville, United States 6 folders, 4 notebooks, 3 erasers, 10 mechanical pencils, 1 binder Limmen, Australia 5 engraved nameplates The Hague, Netherlands 26 writing pads, 26 lead pencils Honolulu, United States 30 manilla folders Achin, Afghanistan 1 pen Al-Sukhnah, Syria 1 pen Deir ez-Zur, Syria 1 pen Rudbar, Afghanistan 1 pen Maadan, Syria 1 pen 33°57'14.0"N 37°56'09.3"E1 [REDACTED] Addendum 4510-2: During a routine test of SCP-4510, SCP-4510-1 was identified as having US Army markings matching that of a C-17 that was reported missing on 2/21/17 over southern Syria. A reconnaissance task force was deployed to FOB McArthur, which was located near the area of the aircraft's last known location. The task force performed a full search of the base, discovering what is believed to be SCP-4510-1 in the primary hanger. The task force was unable to gain access to the aircraft. During the search, the task force also discovered a moderately-sized server farm within the barracks. Upon further inspection, the servers were found to be assembled partially using human muscle tissues, nervous systems, and skeletal systems. Foundation technicians have determined that the servers are used to host SCP-4510. Addendum 4510-3: After negotiating with the transfer of several minor anomalous objects into their custody, the US Army provided the following information about SCP-4510 and FOB McArthur: After the destruction of a highrise in Honolulu, the US government looked into SCP-4510, and finding that it had generated a multitude of other civilian casualties, seized it. SCP-4510 was then moved to an internal US Government domain, where it was later used by Army personnel stationed at FOB McArthur to terminate high ranking members of terrorist cells within the Middle East. An email from Zamora_734 was sent to the officer in command of the base, warning that further use of SCP-4510 would result in disciplinary actions by Avelar Professional Products Inc. The email was ignored by the officer, and SCP-4510-1 was later spotted over FOB McArthur. Contact with the base was lost soon after. Footnotes 1. These coordinates correlate to Forward Operating Base McArthur, which was decommissioned by the US Army in late 2016.
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Coming Soon - Rounderhouse http://www.scp-wiki.net/drannoyingdog <— My author page! ~ DrAnnoyingDog ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} 4/4511 LEVEL 4/4511 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-4511 Pending Lead Researcher Westrin during the initial survey of Provisional Site-4511. Special Containment Procedures: The factory SCP-4511 resides in has been purchased by the Foundation and designated Provisional Site-4511. MTF Pi-1 ("City Slickers") have been assigned to manage containment and security of the object. All organic matter which has exited SCP-4511 is to be returned inside, regardless if living or deceased. FILESERV NOTICE: AS OF WRITING, RESEARCH INTO SCP-4511 IS STILL ONGOING. SOME ERRORS MAY BE PRESENT. Description: SCP-4511 is a large mechanical construct located in the basement of Danforth Meatpacking, a disused meatpacking factory in Chicago, USA. SCP-4511 externally resembles a domestic pig1, measuring approximately 15m by 25m by 20m at its widest points, and is constructed of iron, which has become heavily oxidized following several years of improper maintenance. SCP-4511's primary entrance point is a large blast furnace in a constant state of activation, despite being disconnected from all fuel lines and ignition sources. SCP-4511's left flank contains a thin 5cm-long slit that, upon certain conditions being met, will print an index card carrying a series of instructions. Recovery Report: The ██████████ factory was initially raided by Foundation agents embedded within the Chicago Police Department in response to reports of occult activity in the area. They encountered heavy resistance from a group of occult worshipers who had taken residence in the basement. MTF Epsilon-9 ("Fire Eaters") were dispatched to lend support to the Chicago Police Department. Of the forty-seven cultists that had previously inhabited the factory, only one survived their injuries for more than seventy-two hours. While the individual was treated for their injuries, Foundation personnel began studying SCP-4511. The following card was discovered left within SCP-4511. CURRENT DEMAND A flock of my own. - SATISFIED Every twelve hours, SCP-4511 produced another copy of the card. On 01-24-65, the last surviving victim of the raid on the factory was pronounced deceased. At the same time, SCP-4511 produced a new punch card. CURRENT DEMAND The metal teeth that endlessly turn. PERIOD One week. The SCP-4511 Research Team requested to conduct experiments on the object, which was initially denied by Lead Researcher Westrin, but later overruled by Regional Director Caleb. Test Logs: TEST 1 Demand "The metal of this suffocating prison." Resources Fifty-seven pieces of scrap iron, scavenged from within Provisional Site-4511. Procedure Gears thrown into SCP-4511 individually. Results Sounds of metal crunching persisted for 2 minutes and 3 seconds. Three hours after the test, all gears in Provisional Site-4511 underwent a rapid oxidation process, rusting significantly. SCP-4511 itself remained unaffected. TEST 2 Demand "Oil to slicken my frozen joints." Resources 3 200-liter drums of machine oil, transported from Site-12. Procedure Drums were thrown into primary orifice. Results Low-pitched gurgling heard for 38 minutes before the remains of the oil drums were expelled. SCP-4511 then began to shake violently for 4 minutes. A large amount of rusted scrap iron and 2 domesticated pigs femurs were then expelled. TEST 3 Demand "Two of my children, made in my image, made in flesh." Resources Two adult domestic pigs, sexed pair. (D-98123-SSD & D-98124-SSD) Procedure Both subjects forced into SCP-4511's primary orifice. Results Subjects passed through first layer of fire unharmed, obscuring them from view. Five seconds later, high-pitched squeals were heard, ceasing after 25 seconds. For 47 minutes afterwards, a low-pitched gurgling was heard emanating from SCP-4511. TEST 4 Demand "The hooks used to hang my children's corpses." Resources 17 meat hooks, found within Provisional Site-4511. Procedure Hooks were thrown into primary orifice. Results Metal crunching was heard within 20 seconds and persisted for 11 minutes before a spherical metal object was expelled at high speeds, terminating Agent McHenry. McHenry's body was then thrown into the primary orifice. TEST 5 Demand "A canine. First I consume his best friend, then him." Resources One German Shepherd. (D-197231-CLF) Procedure Subject tranquilized and forced into primary orifice after managing to exit twice. Results Yelping heard for approximately 27 minutes before the subject was expelled through the primary orifice. 55 minutes later, seven projectiles exited SCP-4511 at a high velocity. Further examination identified the projectiles to be teeth, specifically six molars (dog) and one canine (human). TEST 6 Demand "A worker for the line." Resources D-023492 (Deceased due to natural causes.) Procedure Subject was thrown into the primary orifice. Results Within four seconds, SCP-4511 emitted loud crunching noises before abruptly ejecting D-023492. Subject was extremely disfigured due to heat damage and repeated blunt force trauma. Upon dissection, subject was found to be lacking several internal organs. TEST 7 Demand "A worker for the line." Resources D-023547 Procedure Due to noncompliance, subject was forced into SCP-4511 using an electric shock prod. Results Screaming heard for approximately 2 hours. 34 minutes after the test, a liquid mixture of human blood, pig urine, machine oil, and rust began leaking from various points across SCP-4511. This persisted for 46 minutes, before abruptly ceasing. The human portion of the liquid was a genetic match for Lead Researcher Westrin. TEST 8 Demand "A youth to grow in the factories." Resources [REDACTED] Procedure Due to noncompliance, subject was forced into SCP-4511 using an electric shock prod. Results [REDACTED] TEST 9 Demand "Fuel for my internally burning fire." Resources 450 kg of refined coal, found within Provisional Site-4511. Procedure Coal was manually shoveled into primary orifice by Researchers Mathias and Gilroy. Results Flames within primary orifice grew by approximately 60%, terminating Researcher Mathias and injuring Researcher Gilroy. Provisional Site-4511 then began to shake violently for 3 hours and 22 minutes. 55 minutes after the shaking began, groaning was heard below SCP-4511. TEST 10 Demand "The false foreman, delivered to my maw to prove your faith." Resources Lead Researcher Westrin Procedure Subject incapacitated using a 9mm bullet to the left thigh and moved to SCP-4511's entrance. Subject awoke midway through test and began attempting to bargain with researchers. Results Lead Researcher Westrin consumed by SCP-4511, screaming heard for approximately 4 minutes and 17 seconds before ceasing. See Incident 4511.1 for further details. Incident 4511.1: 8 hours following the reception of Test Report 10, Regional Director Caleb authorized MTF Epsilon-11 ("Nine-Tailed Fox") to raid Provisional Site-4511 after reports of possibly compromised site security. A transcript is attached. MTF Body Camera Video Log Transcript Date: 05-13-65 Task Force: MTF Epsilon-11 ("Nine-Tailed Fox") Subject: Provisional Site-4511 Team Lead: ε-1 Team Members: ε-2, ε-3, ε-4 «BEGIN LOG» ε-1: Safeties off. Sound off on my count. One. ε-2: Two. ε-3: Three. ε-4: Four. Team enters the factory single-file, guns raised. ε-1: No sign of research team on the main production floor. Descending into basement. Command: Proceed with caution. Team crosses the factory floor to the freight elevator, and enters. ε-1: Three, time to earn your keep. ε-3: Yessir. ε-3 moves to the electrical box of the elevator and attempts to pull it open. After a few seconds of pulling, he succeeds in opening the cover. The interior of the fuse box is revealed to have been sealed to the door with a layer of waxy material. ε-4: Is that… fat? ε-3: Ugh. ε-2: Probably from years of disuse. I don't think anyone was cleaning it even when this place was still open. Three, can you get it working or do we have to throw ourselves down, lemmings-style? ε-3: Yeah, I should be able to rig something up real quick. Gimme a second. ε-3 spends several minutes interacting with the fuse box. With a lurch, the elevator begins slowly dropping. ε-1: Well done. Unless they somehow moved the thing, SCP-4511 should be somewhere on this floor. Command: Weapons free, though we'd prefer if at least a couple were brought in alive. ε-1: Roger th- The elevator reaches a stop and the overhead lights shut off. ε-2: Three, was that you? ε-3: I didn't touch the lighting fuses. That's something else. ε-1: Doesn't matter. Four, get over here and help me open these doors. ε-1 and ε-4 work together to open the cargo doors of the elevator. The entire lighting system for the lower floor is shut off. ε-1: Flashlights on, they're creeping about here somewhere. Team advances onto the catwalk and continues in silence for 2 minutes, until ε-2 pauses. ε-2: Jesus fuck Three, did you piss yourself? ε-3: What? No! ε-1: We're walking in it. ε-1 gestures to the catwalk floor, and the shallow puddle of yellow liquid covering it. ε-4: Fuck me, I think I'm going to vomit… ε-3: God, that's… who the fuck does that? The team is interrupted by a drop splashing into the puddle. They raise their weapons and flashlights to reveal a fleshy growth attached to the ceiling, a hole from which is leaking the urine. ε-1: (quietly) Keep moving. One of you guys, make sure you're looking at it. The team continues forward, ε-4 bringing up the rear to keep a view on the growth. They continue in silence for another 4 minutes, descending a stairwell. ε-1: We're reaching the basement floor. Command: [Unintelligible] ε-1: You're cutting off. Repeat, we're reaching the basement floor. Sound off. One. ε-2: Two. ε-3: Three. Silence. ε-1: Where the fuck is Four? ε-3: I… she was just next to me! ε-2: Do we go back to look for her? ε-1: Yeah. Get ready. The team retreats up three flights of stairs. ε-4 is splayed out on a landing, unconscious. ε-1: Two! ε-2: On it! ε-2 begins applying first aid to ε-4, who has a large wound in her right thigh. ε-4 slowly regains consciousness. ε-4: I don't know what happened. One minute I was behind you guys… and the next, I'm clutching my head here. ε-1: Active hostile entity in the area. Possibly anti-memetic. Can you walk? ε-4: N-no. ε-1: Take your gun and shoot anything that isn't us. We'll be back. I swear. The team returns down the stairwell, reaching the bottom and spreading out. The floor is largely covered in various furnaces. ε-2: There's something up ahead. The entrance to SCP-4511 is visible at the end of the room. A large pile sits next to it. Upon closer view, the pile is comprised of several white-coated bodies, all suffering from extreme exsanguination. A figure sits on the floor next to the pile. ε-1: Hands up, now! The figure stands up, wearing the uniform of a researcher. A large burn scar stretches across his right cheek. He is clutching something in his right hand. ε-1: Whatever's in your hand, drop it. Unknown Individual: Whatever you think you can do to me, it's nothing. Nothing compared to what it can do. ε-2: What's "it"? The individual gestures behind him, seemingly at SCP-4511 and the pile of corpses. Unknown Individual: I took their oil to feed it and I'll take yours too… ε-2: I'm giving you five seconds to sit the fuck down before I blow your brains out. Unknown Individual: You can't win! If you kill me, it wins. And you'll never let it win, because you've had it so drilled into you that it is wron- ε-2 terminates the individual with a single shot to the head. A rumbling sound emanates from SCP-4511. ε-3 advances and inspects what the individual was holding: A small clump of bloody flesh and a scrap of paper. ε-3: "Meat from those who seek to do in my faithful." ε-3 picks up the piece of flesh, and throws it into SCP-4511. The flames roar. ε-1: What the fuck? Why did you do that?! ε-3: I don't know. ε-2: Come on. We have to go get Four. She won't last long as she is. The team reascends the main stairwell, to the location Four was sitting in. Four is unmoving, her gun beside her. ε-2: FUCK! ε-1: Check for a pulse! ε-2 shakes his head. ε-2: Nothing. ε-3: Christ. One, what do we do? ε-1 sighs. ε-1: Only thing we can do. Head back up. We terminated the threat, and Director Calebs is outside with an emergency ResCon2 team. ε-2: Let's go, then. We need backup to clean this place out. «END LOG» Document 4511.1: Due to unforeseen circumstances, the current containment and research team for SCP-4511 are no longer in a position to do their duties. Until further notice, I will be removing myself from the Regional Director position in order to take the position of Lead Researcher on the SCP-4511 project. This anomaly is more dangerous than we originally gave it credit for, and it led to the deaths of twenty-four people. I refuse to let that happen again. Regards, Lead Researcher Caleb Incident 4511.2: Two hours following Incident 4511.1, SCP-4511 produced a punch card before ceasing all activity. In-depth examination of SCP-4511 revealed no remains of any subjects or alternative fuel sources that could have been used for the flames. CURRENT DEMAND A flock of my own. - SATISFIED Footnotes 1. Sus scrofa domesticus. 2. Combined Research/Containment team. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4511" by Jade Skylar, Rounderhouse, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4511. 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: spicy.jpg Name: [Electric phosphate smelting furnace used in the making of elemental phosphorus in a TVA chemical plant in the Muscle Shoals area, Alabama] (LOC) Author: The Library of Congress License: Public Domain Source Link: Flickr
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SCP-4512: A Goddamn Filthy Teleporting Party Pool Authors: Woedenaz Uncle Nicolini Rounderhouse DrAnnoyingDog ⇢ Uncle Nicolini's Author Page ⇠ ⇢ Rounderhouse's Author Page (God help us all) ⇠ ⇢ https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/drannoyingdog DrAnnoyingDog's Author Page] ⇠ MANY THANKS TO: Croquembouche, Tufto, Elenee FishTruck Image credit — Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported, 2.5 Generic, 2.0 Generic and 1.0 Generic license ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 4512 Level1 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: warning link to memo Photo of SCP-4512 as it appeared in St. Cloud, MN. Prior to SCP-4512's appearance, the space was approximately a third the size and occupied by a swing-set and the occupant's dog.1 Special Containment Procedures: Attempts at containing SCP-4512 have previously been unsuccessful. Current containment procedures include the following process: Formation of Mobile Task Force Iota-9 "Pool Boys" to track all appearances of SCP-4512 and follow its demands. Creation of HL-LVR aka Hukilau Lover, a world wide web crawler to find any forum posts, news articles, social media posts, etc. pertaining to the appearance of SCP-4512. Description: SCP-4512 is a 40 square meter sapient swimming pool capable of instantaneous translocation. SCP-4512 exclusively manifests in the rear exterior spaces of homes2 in landlocked areas and appears to specifically target the U.S state of Minnesota. During an SCP-4512 manifestation event, the rear exterior space of the home will anomalously expand if necessary to accommodate SCP-4512, at which point SCP-4512 will appear fully depressed into the ground. In 100% of all SCP-4512 manifestations, it has appeared filled with garbage, refuse, plant life, and various objects of unknown origin, regardless of its state of cleanliness prior to its previous demanifestation. Objects consistent across all SCP-4512 manifestations include imitation Hawaiian leis, plastic coconut shells, cocktail glasses, bathing suits, and sun lotion bottles. Other objects of note found within SCP-4512 include: 1 Apple II Computer 5 shirts with "Metal and Soul" written on the front in marker 1 tattered Polish flag 2 Motorolla cell phones 4 bottles of Kirkland brand white wine (empty) 1 bag of milk 5 lunar rocks 3 left boots dated to the 18th century 16 grams of bonobo fur 2 deceased swans 1 copy of the novel "Fargo" 2 dishwashers 1 Foundation ID card 29 saltwater crabs (deceased) Once SCP-4512 has fully manifested, it will begin vocalizing3 to nearby individuals in an attempt to persuade them to approach. If an individual does approach, SCP-4512 will engage in conversation with them, attempting to strike a bargain. This bargain will usually involve SCP-4512 giving up one or more items found within its water in exchange for the individual cleaning out the entirety of SCP-4512's interior. If the individual refuses the initial offer, SCP-4512 will offer sequentially more valuable objects while vocalizations increase in outrage about the perceived injustice against it. These vocalizations will grow louder with time to an indefinite maximum. The highest recorded volume from SCP-4512 surpassed the ability for current measuring tools to document. However, the intensity has been recorded to cause an earthquake measured 5 on the Richter scale. Once SCP-4512 has been cleaned to its satisfaction, a demanifestation event will occur. The space once occupying SCP-4512 will return to its previous dimensions with no lasting evidence of SCP-4512's occupation. Addendum 4512-1: Containment Attempts The following lists all proposed and attempted containment procedures as well as their outcomes. Additionally, the date of the proposal and number of recorded instances of SCP-4512 manifesting in a new location4 are included. ▼ Click to confirm credentials ▼ ▲ Hide Addendum ▲ Proposed Containment Procedure 3 Date: 2000/12/8 Known Manifestation Count: 20 Name: Researcher Chevrolet APPROVED Proposed Containment Containing SCP-4512 in a soundproof enclosure made of an experimental substance known to dampen 100% of sound waves. Containment Results Attempt lasted approximately nine days and fourteen hours when SCP-4512's vocalizations reached over 200 decibels before surpassing intensities allowing for proper measurement. The volume eventually caused the containment material to sublimate resulting in multiple injuries to researchers as well as one death due to air embolism in the lungs. Proposed Containment Procedure 56 Date: 2003/10/10 Known Manifestation Count: 153 Name: Dr. Edward Wolfe APPROVED Proposed Containment The unorthodox procedure of filling SCP-4512 with refuse. Dr. Wolfe posits that this may cause the anomaly to become frustrated, containing itself and/or result in the possible threat of increased trash as motivation against further outbursts. The suggestion is approved by Dr. Lark and proceeds as planned. Containment Results Approximately two tons of trash are dumped into SCP-4512 before its vocalizations increased in intensity to the point of collapsing the nearby structure before SCP-4512 spontaneously disappeared. It was found two months later in Bloomington, MN fully cleaned by unknown means and appeared to recognize Foundation Individuals directly involved with this containment attempt. All personnel directly involved have been reassigned in order to avoid further incidents. Proposed Containment Procedure 193 Date: 2008/01/03 Known Manifestation Count: 505 Name: Director House DENIED5 Proposed Containment Create a night club around the pool in order to drown out its vocalizations. Containment Results N/A Proposed Containment Procedure 642 Date: 2014/11/05 Known Manifestation Count: 2,101 Name: Director House APPROVED6 Proposed Containment After the pool's appearance in a well-populated area of Las Vegas, NV, Director House suggests creating a twenty-four hour fully enclosed club aimed primarily at overwhelming SCP-4512's vocalizations with the added benefit of keeping it relatively clean.7 Containment Results The Hawaiian Pool Masquerade is built surrounding SCP-4512 and finds success relatively quickly due to the efforts of the research team and Dr. Lark.8 The pool was kept maintained for one month, eight days, and three hours until an inebriated patron defecated within SCP-4512. The incident caused eight fatalities due to air embolism in the lungs and 29 injuries due to shattered eardrums and collapsed lungs. Interview Log 4512-8 During a routine containment attempt, Researcher Kalama was prompted to engage SCP-4512 in conversation while MTF Iota-9 observed standard procedure. Selection of Kalama was due to their familiarity with the Hawaiian language, which SCP-4512 has been observed to use words and phrases in. ▼ Click to confirm credentials ▼ ▲ Hide Interview Log ▲ Interviewed: SCP-4512 Interviewer: Researcher Kalama Note: SCP-4512's water feature appears to flow with more velocity when it "speaks." This has not been observed to coincide with the volume of SCP-4512's vocalizations. «Begin Log» SCP-4512: Aloooooooooha, cousin! Did ya come to spend some time with little old me? Haha! I've got some time to kill while my friends here give me a scrub-down. Kalama: [IN HAWAIIAN] Hello there. Would you prefer to speak in our native tongue? I want to make sure you're comfortable. SCP-4512: Uh… Haha, yeah, totally, cuz! It's good to see you too! But you know, I don't wanna be rude in front of the guys. Don't want them to be left out ya know? We're all one big happy ohana here. Kalama: I am sorry, I was told you spoke the language. SCP-4512: I totally do, I just, you know. The guys are right here an- hey, you by the filter, there's a chunk of gator tail in there. Could you get it out? And, uh, make sure you wear gloves. I was at one hell of a luau the other day, haha! Anyway, where were we? I think I was about to tell you about that awesome luau the other night. Kalama: Are you at luaus while you're not being cleaned? SCP-4512: You know it, cousin! This bad boy is a big, mean, luau party machine! Kalama: Oh, that's lovely. I haven't been to one in a long time, but I miss the food the most. What do you like having at them? SCP-4512: Cheeseburgers, no doubt. Heaven on earth with an onion slice, baby! Kalama: Cheeseburgers, hmm? I don't think I've seen them at any luaus I've been to. My favorite dish has always been kulolo. SCP-4512: Oh yeah, I think I've heard of that. It's uh…. that fish, right? Kalama: It's a desse- [KALAMA IS INTERRUPTED BY SCP-4512] SCP-4512: A dessert! Yeah! Haha, your silly old cuz can't remember. Too much partying, you know! Last one was extra lōlō! The guys have their work cut out for them, don't you? Haha! An unidentified member of MTF Iota-9 grunts in confirmation as they remove an object resembling a pre-Columbian fertility statue from SCP-4512 using a pool net. Kalama: Right, so, where are these parties? In Hawaii, I assume? SCP-4512: Hawaii? What's that? [COMMAND INFORMS KALAMA NOT TO DESCRIBE HAWAII TO SCP-4512] Kalama: Oh, I'm sorry, I misspoke. So, where are these parties? SCP-4512: Wherever there's a sunset, tequila, and hula babes, cuz. Tell a cousin about this 'Hawaii', though! [COMMAND INSTRUCTS RESEARCHER KALAMA TO ABORT THE INTERVIEW] Kalama: Sorry, I think I misspoke. Anyways, where did you learn the words 'aloha' and 'luau'? SCP-4512: It's just how I talk, cuz. Is that a problem? Kalama: Not at all. Just curiosity. SCP-4512: You little kologe, you. Kalama: It's pronounced 'ko-lo-he.' SCP-4512: Don't be correcting me, cousin. I know what I said! Kalama: … Right. Anyway, I'll be going now. Thank you for speaking to me. SCP-4512: Aloha, cousin! That's how we say goodbye! Kalama: Yes, I know. Goodbye. «End Log» Closing Statement: Information about Hawaii is currently barred from explicitly being told to SCP-4512 until its motives are more clearly understood. Footnotes 1. The dog reappeared unharmed following SCP-4512's demanifestation. 2. SCP-4512 has not appeared behind any other structure other than single-family homes to date. 3. SCP-4512's vocalizations are both deeply resonate and sound marginally similar to the accent of a native Hawaiian. 4. Count is marginally accurate to within a ±200 margin of error 5. Note Accompanying Denial: Sir, I know we are desperate. However, I cannot approve this in good faith. Ignoring the absurdity of the suggestion, SCP-4512 is currently in St. Paul, Minnesota. I'm not even sure enough people live here to go to a nightclub. —Dr. Lark 6. Note Accompanying Approval: I suppose it is worth an attempt. I trust your judgment, sir. After all this time I can only pray that it works. —Dr. Lark 7. However, not clean enough for a spontaneous disappearance event to occur. 8. Dr. Lark was the lead researcher in charge of focus testing for a large marketing firm prior to joining The Foundation ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4512" by Jade Skylar, Rounderhouse, Uncle Nicolini, Woedenaz, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4512. 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-4512.jpg Name: Pool 12 2013-07-02.jpg Author: FASTILY License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons
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SCP-4512: A Goddamn Filthy Teleporting Party Pool Authors: Woedenaz Uncle Nicolini Rounderhouse DrAnnoyingDog ⇢ Uncle Nicolini's Author Page ⇠ ⇢ Rounderhouse's Author Page (God help us all) ⇠ ⇢ https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/drannoyingdog DrAnnoyingDog's Author Page] ⇠ MANY THANKS TO: Croquembouche, Tufto, Elenee FishTruck Image credit — Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported, 2.5 Generic, 2.0 Generic and 1.0 Generic license ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 4512 Level1 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: warning link to memo Photo of SCP-4512 as it appeared in St. Cloud, MN. Prior to SCP-4512's appearance, the space was approximately a third the size and occupied by a swing-set and the occupant's dog.1 Special Containment Procedures: Attempts at containing SCP-4512 have previously been unsuccessful. Current containment procedures include the following process: Formation of Mobile Task Force Iota-9 "Pool Boys" to track all appearances of SCP-4512 and follow its demands. Creation of HL-LVR aka Hukilau Lover, a world wide web crawler to find any forum posts, news articles, social media posts, etc. pertaining to the appearance of SCP-4512. Description: SCP-4512 is a 40 square meter sapient swimming pool capable of instantaneous translocation. SCP-4512 exclusively manifests in the rear exterior spaces of homes2 in landlocked areas and appears to specifically target the U.S state of Minnesota. During an SCP-4512 manifestation event, the rear exterior space of the home will anomalously expand if necessary to accommodate SCP-4512, at which point SCP-4512 will appear fully depressed into the ground. In 100% of all SCP-4512 manifestations, it has appeared filled with garbage, refuse, plant life, and various objects of unknown origin, regardless of its state of cleanliness prior to its previous demanifestation. Objects consistent across all SCP-4512 manifestations include imitation Hawaiian leis, plastic coconut shells, cocktail glasses, bathing suits, and sun lotion bottles. Other objects of note found within SCP-4512 include: 1 Apple II Computer 5 shirts with "Metal and Soul" written on the front in marker 1 tattered Polish flag 2 Motorolla cell phones 4 bottles of Kirkland brand white wine (empty) 1 bag of milk 5 lunar rocks 3 left boots dated to the 18th century 16 grams of bonobo fur 2 deceased swans 1 copy of the novel "Fargo" 2 dishwashers 1 Foundation ID card 29 saltwater crabs (deceased) Once SCP-4512 has fully manifested, it will begin vocalizing3 to nearby individuals in an attempt to persuade them to approach. If an individual does approach, SCP-4512 will engage in conversation with them, attempting to strike a bargain. This bargain will usually involve SCP-4512 giving up one or more items found within its water in exchange for the individual cleaning out the entirety of SCP-4512's interior. If the individual refuses the initial offer, SCP-4512 will offer sequentially more valuable objects while vocalizations increase in outrage about the perceived injustice against it. These vocalizations will grow louder with time to an indefinite maximum. The highest recorded volume from SCP-4512 surpassed the ability for current measuring tools to document. However, the intensity has been recorded to cause an earthquake measured 5 on the Richter scale. Once SCP-4512 has been cleaned to its satisfaction, a demanifestation event will occur. The space once occupying SCP-4512 will return to its previous dimensions with no lasting evidence of SCP-4512's occupation. Addendum 4512-1: Containment Attempts The following lists all proposed and attempted containment procedures as well as their outcomes. Additionally, the date of the proposal and number of recorded instances of SCP-4512 manifesting in a new location4 are included. ▼ Click to confirm credentials ▼ ▲ Hide Addendum ▲ Proposed Containment Procedure 3 Date: 2000/12/8 Known Manifestation Count: 20 Name: Researcher Chevrolet APPROVED Proposed Containment Containing SCP-4512 in a soundproof enclosure made of an experimental substance known to dampen 100% of sound waves. Containment Results Attempt lasted approximately nine days and fourteen hours when SCP-4512's vocalizations reached over 200 decibels before surpassing intensities allowing for proper measurement. The volume eventually caused the containment material to sublimate resulting in multiple injuries to researchers as well as one death due to air embolism in the lungs. Proposed Containment Procedure 56 Date: 2003/10/10 Known Manifestation Count: 153 Name: Dr. Edward Wolfe APPROVED Proposed Containment The unorthodox procedure of filling SCP-4512 with refuse. Dr. Wolfe posits that this may cause the anomaly to become frustrated, containing itself and/or result in the possible threat of increased trash as motivation against further outbursts. The suggestion is approved by Dr. Lark and proceeds as planned. Containment Results Approximately two tons of trash are dumped into SCP-4512 before its vocalizations increased in intensity to the point of collapsing the nearby structure before SCP-4512 spontaneously disappeared. It was found two months later in Bloomington, MN fully cleaned by unknown means and appeared to recognize Foundation Individuals directly involved with this containment attempt. All personnel directly involved have been reassigned in order to avoid further incidents. Proposed Containment Procedure 193 Date: 2008/01/03 Known Manifestation Count: 505 Name: Director House DENIED5 Proposed Containment Create a night club around the pool in order to drown out its vocalizations. Containment Results N/A Proposed Containment Procedure 642 Date: 2014/11/05 Known Manifestation Count: 2,101 Name: Director House APPROVED6 Proposed Containment After the pool's appearance in a well-populated area of Las Vegas, NV, Director House suggests creating a twenty-four hour fully enclosed club aimed primarily at overwhelming SCP-4512's vocalizations with the added benefit of keeping it relatively clean.7 Containment Results The Hawaiian Pool Masquerade is built surrounding SCP-4512 and finds success relatively quickly due to the efforts of the research team and Dr. Lark.8 The pool was kept maintained for one month, eight days, and three hours until an inebriated patron defecated within SCP-4512. The incident caused eight fatalities due to air embolism in the lungs and 29 injuries due to shattered eardrums and collapsed lungs. Interview Log 4512-8 During a routine containment attempt, Researcher Kalama was prompted to engage SCP-4512 in conversation while MTF Iota-9 observed standard procedure. Selection of Kalama was due to their familiarity with the Hawaiian language, which SCP-4512 has been observed to use words and phrases in. ▼ Click to confirm credentials ▼ ▲ Hide Interview Log ▲ Interviewed: SCP-4512 Interviewer: Researcher Kalama Note: SCP-4512's water feature appears to flow with more velocity when it "speaks." This has not been observed to coincide with the volume of SCP-4512's vocalizations. «Begin Log» SCP-4512: Aloooooooooha, cousin! Did ya come to spend some time with little old me? Haha! I've got some time to kill while my friends here give me a scrub-down. Kalama: [IN HAWAIIAN] Hello there. Would you prefer to speak in our native tongue? I want to make sure you're comfortable. SCP-4512: Uh… Haha, yeah, totally, cuz! It's good to see you too! But you know, I don't wanna be rude in front of the guys. Don't want them to be left out ya know? We're all one big happy ohana here. Kalama: I am sorry, I was told you spoke the language. SCP-4512: I totally do, I just, you know. The guys are right here an- hey, you by the filter, there's a chunk of gator tail in there. Could you get it out? And, uh, make sure you wear gloves. I was at one hell of a luau the other day, haha! Anyway, where were we? I think I was about to tell you about that awesome luau the other night. Kalama: Are you at luaus while you're not being cleaned? SCP-4512: You know it, cousin! This bad boy is a big, mean, luau party machine! Kalama: Oh, that's lovely. I haven't been to one in a long time, but I miss the food the most. What do you like having at them? SCP-4512: Cheeseburgers, no doubt. Heaven on earth with an onion slice, baby! Kalama: Cheeseburgers, hmm? I don't think I've seen them at any luaus I've been to. My favorite dish has always been kulolo. SCP-4512: Oh yeah, I think I've heard of that. It's uh…. that fish, right? Kalama: It's a desse- [KALAMA IS INTERRUPTED BY SCP-4512] SCP-4512: A dessert! Yeah! Haha, your silly old cuz can't remember. Too much partying, you know! Last one was extra lōlō! The guys have their work cut out for them, don't you? Haha! An unidentified member of MTF Iota-9 grunts in confirmation as they remove an object resembling a pre-Columbian fertility statue from SCP-4512 using a pool net. Kalama: Right, so, where are these parties? In Hawaii, I assume? SCP-4512: Hawaii? What's that? [COMMAND INFORMS KALAMA NOT TO DESCRIBE HAWAII TO SCP-4512] Kalama: Oh, I'm sorry, I misspoke. So, where are these parties? SCP-4512: Wherever there's a sunset, tequila, and hula babes, cuz. Tell a cousin about this 'Hawaii', though! [COMMAND INSTRUCTS RESEARCHER KALAMA TO ABORT THE INTERVIEW] Kalama: Sorry, I think I misspoke. Anyways, where did you learn the words 'aloha' and 'luau'? SCP-4512: It's just how I talk, cuz. Is that a problem? Kalama: Not at all. Just curiosity. SCP-4512: You little kologe, you. Kalama: It's pronounced 'ko-lo-he.' SCP-4512: Don't be correcting me, cousin. I know what I said! Kalama: … Right. Anyway, I'll be going now. Thank you for speaking to me. SCP-4512: Aloha, cousin! That's how we say goodbye! Kalama: Yes, I know. Goodbye. «End Log» Closing Statement: Information about Hawaii is currently barred from explicitly being told to SCP-4512 until its motives are more clearly understood. Footnotes 1. The dog reappeared unharmed following SCP-4512's demanifestation. 2. SCP-4512 has not appeared behind any other structure other than single-family homes to date. 3. SCP-4512's vocalizations are both deeply resonate and sound marginally similar to the accent of a native Hawaiian. 4. Count is marginally accurate to within a ±200 margin of error 5. Note Accompanying Denial: Sir, I know we are desperate. However, I cannot approve this in good faith. Ignoring the absurdity of the suggestion, SCP-4512 is currently in St. Paul, Minnesota. I'm not even sure enough people live here to go to a nightclub. —Dr. Lark 6. Note Accompanying Approval: I suppose it is worth an attempt. I trust your judgment, sir. After all this time I can only pray that it works. —Dr. Lark 7. However, not clean enough for a spontaneous disappearance event to occur. 8. Dr. Lark was the lead researcher in charge of focus testing for a large marketing firm prior to joining The Foundation ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4512" by Jade Skylar, Rounderhouse, Uncle Nicolini, Woedenaz, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4512. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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A ROUNDERHOUSE Joint Coming Soon - Rounderhouse ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} 2/4513 LEVEL 2/4513 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-4513 Safe SCP-4513-B Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4513 is contained in a standard object storage locker in Site-19. Description: SCP-4513 is a Brush Master brand large drum wood-chipper. SCP-4513's anomalous quality occurs when any form of printed literary media is placed into its intake hopper. After SCP-4513 consumes such a form of media, rather than the expected output of shredded paper, it will produce a watery substance superficially resembling milk. This substance (SCP-4513-B) changes the narrative structure of any literary media it is exposed to. These alterations result in a text that more closely resembles the media SCP-4513-B was formed from (in style and prose). Addendum 4513.1 TESTING LOGS Several tests were performed using SCP-4513-B. A filled IRS W-2 tax form, provided by Researcher Andrew Thompson, was used as a control for the different varieties of SCP-4513-B to be applied to. SCP-4513-B Source: Moby Dick; or, the Whale by Herman Melville The mahogany slab separating the captain from his sailor was littered with papers — ink scrawls on parchment listing nills and tips and debts and payments, all resting on the broad white shoulders of one Captain Two-Form. Even as this cruel Pharaoh of the Oppression scanned the page with his all seeing eyes, his flock trembled in awful fear at the utter power resting before him; the power to end a man's livelihood with a single stroke of a quill — a weapon most desired, but entrusted to a small few under the watchful gaze of the Internal Revenue Service. Jim Thompson's observation on the nature of his captor was cut short by the wax-sealed envelope thrust in his face by the thin, papery hands of Two-Form. "Eyes up, lad! You 'dun good, landing a one-hundredth-and-eightieth lay aboard the good ship the Foundation in only a single year of service! Not a feat many a man could accomplish. Though — this has the unfortunate consequence of heightening the amount of coin good Father Samuel will tear from your grasp the moment we make landfall. However: I have a weapon most sinister that can aid you against him." Two-Form grinned, displaying a mouth filled with shockingly white teeth, like a quarry of enamel buried under a disgusting facade. "Tell me, boy — do you know what a deductible is?" SCP-4513-B Source: Julius Caesar by William Shakespeare ENTER: A twenty-seven year old male. Afternoon. Do say, what is thy name, boy? :W-2 FORM THOMPSON: They call me Jim Edward Thompson, m'lord. Praytell, what is thy current level of income? :W-2 FORM THOMPSON: In the year of our lord two-thousand-and-eighteen, I amassed a collective of seventy-three-thousand American dollars and change, m'lord. Thou art in a tax bracket high enough to pierce the heavens! :W-2 FORM THOMPSON gasps in horror. Rejoice! To wit: Thou hast a dependent, and yes: You can, indeed, claim thy offerings to yonder Good-Will as charitable donations. :W-2 FORM THOMPSON: Thou art a kind and charitable servant of the great Uncle Samuel! Thou art most kind. However: prithee, speak honestly, dost thou have a four-oh-one-kay? :W-2 FORM THOMPSON: I believe not, m'lord. Then I am sorry to be the pallbearer of bad news — thou must journey far to the east and seek out the great kingdom of CHASE BANK and inquire within for the answers thou seeks. Godspeed. :W-2 FORM SCP-4513-B Source: Helicopter Man Pounds Dinosaur Billionaire Ass by Chuck Tingle Jim Thompson fingered the wedding ring on his finger. The band had cost him a pretty penny, but it was far more beautiful than the marriage it had been for. Susan — his wife — was cold & distant. She just didn't satisfy him anymore. Nothing did. "Jim?" HR Officer Form's musky voice snapped him out of his reverie. Jim stammered out a response, caught off-guard. "Y-yes, Officer?" "Call me Form. I'd like to ask you a few questions - make sure you're suited to the position, you know." "I'm suited for any position, sir!" The words had barely left Jim's mouth before he realized what he said. His face turned to crimson. Thankfully, either Form didn't notice, or he didn't mention it. Stay focused, you idiot. Don't get distracted by his face, or his glasses, or his musc- "How're the wife and kids, Jim? You got married last year, right?" He remembered. "W-we're good. We're going through a rough spot, but we'll make it." "Ah, sorry to hear that. This news should be a nice blow, though." Form's face was the one turning red this time. They both let out polite chuckles, eager to change the topic at hand. "Haha, we're both just tripping over ourselves today, aren't we?" The air in the room was thick, stifling. Jim could feel the energy, the chemistry between them. "Well, sir, I know I am." Again, they both tittered and giggled for a moment, before both looking up at the same instant. Their eyes met, and something passed between them. Jim held the connection a moment longer, but Form broke it off. But Form wasn't fooling anyone, least of all himself. Both of them knew what had changed in that instant. Form fumbled, sweat dripping from his brow, as he handed Jim a sealed envelope. "I-I'm sorry, Thompson. We can't fully deduct that unfortunate hospital bill from January." Now was the moment. Jim had to make a choice. Do or die. Make what might be the biggest mistake of his life, or go through the rest of his existence wondering what could have been. He looked up, Form's eyes, and purred out a single sentence. "My copay isn't the only thing that's rising." [THIRTY-SEVEN PAGES OF ADDITIONAL DOCUMENTATION REMOVED] More From This Author More From This Author Rounderhouse's Works SCPs SCP-8976 (+230) • SCP-3790-J (+168) • EXTDOC-5495 (+264) • SCP-5549 (+386) • SCP-5376 (+249) • SCP-7819 (+627) • SCP-5982 (+104) • SCP-2304 (+360) • ROUNDERHOUSE's Golder Proposal: Director's Cut (+107) • SCP-5690 (+344) • SCP-5218 (+281) • SCP-4852 (+320) • SCP-6423-ARC (+70) • SCP-6794 (+124) • SCP-7976 (+365) • Tales/GoI Formats INTERREGNUM: THE BLACKSTAR AT AMONI-RAM (+115) • Rate My Director (+402) • Site-7: DAEMON (+72) • Agent Calendar's Hot Date: Divine Intervention (+94) • Words of Wisdom from the Containment Chamber of SCP-046-ARC, better known as Richard "Big Dick" Chappell (+204) • Director House Is A Cracker (And Other Lies You Can Tell Yourself) (+256) • Site-7: HUMINT (+112) • Ghosts In The Machine (+88) • Hare 023: The Cheshire Cat (+54) • The Signing Of The Las Vegas Accords (+90) • INTERREGNUM: THE BLACKSTAR AT EVEREST (+123) • FRATRICIDE: An Amoni-Ram Story (+88) • New Jersey State Police: Case 102-9381-23 (+34) • The Definition Of Madness (+49) • Site-7: AUTOPSY (+70) • Other ROUNDERPAGE V2 (+562) • ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4513" by Rounderhouse, from the SCP Wiki. 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close Info X SCP-4514: The Thing That Kills You Please, just let me rest. Author: Captain Kirby SCPs SCP Number Rating SCP-3393 1304 Captain Kirby's Proposal 814 SCP-4514 666 SCP-3448 618 SCP-5552 595 SCP-3844 533 SCP-3388 492 SCP-3866 443 SCP-5003 442 SCP-3305 410 SCP-3449 388 SCP-4877 386 SCP-4321 351 SCP-016-J 281 SCP-7100 276 SCP-3123 239 SCP-3393-EX 229 SPC-1057 223 SCP-3511 211 SCP-6007 200 SCP-3633 193 SCP-4925 192 SCP-4479 188 SCP-3767 174 SCP-4316 166 SCP-4775 143 SCP-4034 139 SCP-5877 118 SCP-5448 110 SCP-3650 103 SCP-3203 70 SCP-5779 63 SCP-3405 55 SCP-3481 52 Tales Title Rating The Nuclear Option 547 Impossible-To-Destroy Reptile 491 In The Clutches Of Life 396 Numbers, Like Stories, Never Die 335 The Tombstone of Alto Clef 263 Tales of the Ethics Committee: 5 Reasons The Foundation Wants A Robot Army 232 Excerpts From The Societal Census Programme ΩK-Class Report 232 With The Reaper On Retirement 227 Do You Remember Funerals? 173 From The Clutches Of Life 154 Where Death Used To Live 150 Project Damnerung 147 Hello, My Name Isn't 146 Don't Get Used To It 143 The Many Portraits Of Jack Bright 140 Group Date 140 Monochrome 132 Hundred-Year Favor 124 Even The Most Masked Of Men Become Themselves Behind Closed Doors 113 You Have 18 Unread Messages 102 Everyday Is Somebody's Birthday 97 The Shape of a Noose 76 A Failed Two Weeks Notice 69 Pink Cracks in a Digital Wall 66 'Til Death Do Us Part 65 Rocks And Trees Are Not Good Company 64 Tears of a Neon God 57 Poky And Pal Scheme Together 55 A Eulogy In 11/8 Time 53 Is Anybody Home? 53 Carnivores 52 Poky And Pal Arm Themselves 49 Virtue 46 When It Rains, It Pours 45 God-Knows-Where 39 I Felt Numb 39 It's A Nice Day Out 38 Attempts To Salvage Thought 36 I Am Wonderful 33 Outrun 29 They Are Not Laughing With You 28 What Is There To Do With A Pot Of Gold? 27 Containment's A Beach 22 GOI Formats Title Rating Captain Kirby's Proposal, Or Something 191 My Head Is On Fire And I'm (Not) Ok 102 Project Proposals 2004-013/2014-114/2024-072: "Losing Your Cool" 71 You may also like: SCP-3154 - Terminal State Inducer by Communism will win When used to inflict damage on a human, SCP-3154 is capable of inducing a unique state in the subject, hereby designated a Sigma State. SCP-3980 - Blind Lead The Blind by Shaggydredlocks All transmissions from FOB Locke are to be disregarded. There were no survivors. SCP-4514 Item #: SCP-4514 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4514 is to be held in a standard Safe-Class container. SCP-4514 is only to be used with the approval of the O5 council. Description: SCP-4514 refers to a standard switch knife. SCP-4514's anomalous properties are known to manifest should it: Injure an individual such that they lose 40% of their blood Injure an individual to cause significant damage to the brain Injure an individual to cause significant damage to the heart Injure an individual such that they are incapable of respiration Investigation is underway to discover additional ways to trigger SCP-4514's anomalous properties. Should an individual be injured by SCP-4514 in such a way that activates its anomalous properties, that individual will die.1 Discovery: On 5/14/2130, SCP-4514 was recovered following a violent altercation between two inebriated individuals. The quarrel resulted in SCP-4514 being used to kill one of the involved persons. Foundation personnel were alerted after the local paper published a story covering the event, who administered amnestics to all witnessing parties. A disinformation campaign was run thereafter to discredit the news agency. Experiment Log: Experiment #: 1 Subject: D-3314, 36-year-old caucasian female, healthy Procedure: Subject is to be given a minor incision (0.125cm deep, 3cm long) into her arm with SCP-4514. Result: Subject survived. Experiment #: 2 Subject: D-3314, 36-year-old caucasian female, healthy Procedure: Subject is to be sedated and given a major incision (1cm deep, 10 cm long) into her leg with SCP-4514. Afterwards, the wound is to be stitched together. Result: Subject survived. Experiment #: 3 Subject: D-8833, 93-year-old asian male, inhibited cerebral function Procedure: Subject is to be sedated, and then punctured with SCP-4514. The puncture is to target the brain, and occur as swiftly as possible. Result: Subject expired. Experiment #: 4 Subject: D-11424, 131-year-old caucasian female, suffering from muscle spasms and numbness due to complications arising from neck surgery. Procedure: Subject is to be sedated, and given a major incision (1cm deep, 10 cm long) across her midsection. If the subject is still alive after 50% of the subject's blood has left her body through the incision, the wound is to be stitched together, and an adequate amount of blood is to be siphoned back into the subject. Result: Subject expired after 40% of her blood left her body. <Additional Tests Hidden For Brevity> Experiment #: 47 Subject: Researcher George Haus, 132-year-old caucasian male Procedure: A small portion of SCP-4514 is to be removed, and melted. It is to be fused with a standard 45-caliber bullet. The subject is to be sedated and then shot in the head with the bullet. Result: Subject expired. Experiment #: 48 Subject: Researcher Tanya Luvoi, 89-year-old caucasian female Procedure: Subject is to be sedated. Pressure is to be applied to the subject's throat using the handle of SCP-4514 such that the subject suffocates. Result: Subject expired. Experiment #: 49 Subject: Site Director Charles Panthe, 149-year-old caucasian male Procedure: Subject is to be sedated, and then punctured with SCP-4514. The puncture is to be performed by a mechanical arm. Result: Subject expired. NOTICE: You have (1) new message(s) NOTICE: You have no new messages Foundation Network Inter-Site Comm Service v.3.155 ===MESSAGE FROM ETHICS COMMITTEE RECEIVED=== Dr. Young, We have reviewed your experiment logs, and deemed them excessive, and unwarranted. However, if we are to be honest, we noticed your undue testing of SCP-4514 a while ago. It's rare to have D-Class actively line up for experimentation. Testing actual employees was only inevitable. We needed to discuss what the next step should be: create a standardized process for choosing SCP-4514 test subjects, offer this service to the public, etc. In the end, as you can tell, we returned to our core principles as an organization. The world has forced us to redefine the status quo, but it is not our job to change it back. No matter how much we want to be at eternal peace, normalcy dictates that we can never achieve it. Officially, you are hereby removed from the SCP-4514 project. Unofficially, we get it. Life's a bitch. - Dr. Violet Mesmur, Ethics Committee / End of Death Do You Remember Funerals? Footnotes 1. Caused by the cessation of neurological activity. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4514" by Captain Kirby, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4514. 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: Vintage_Switchblade.jpg Name: Vintage Switchblade.jpg Author: Iamthawalrus License: CC-BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons
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Thumbnail1 for SCP-4515 instance #023, titled The Human DNA Paradox. Item #: SCP-4515 Special Containment Procedures: Internet video hosting sites and social media platforms are to be monitored for any new instances of SCP-4515 using neural network analysis bot Iota-75 ("Brain Candy"). Any found instances are to be downloaded to a remote storage device for cataloging and expunged from all related sites. All individuals known to have viewed the instance in question are to be detained and transferred to Site-401 for standard humanoid containment until further notice. Cataloged videos are not to be viewed at this time. Additionally, all efforts are to be dedicated to locating the source behind every instance of SCP-4515 as well as any information regarding SCP-4515-A. Research into reversing the effects of SCP-4515 is currently underway; all research inquiries are to be directed towards lead researcher Dr. Hightower. Description: SCP-4515 is the designation given to a series of internet videos created in the style of the popular educational YouTube channel, Vsauce. While the format for SCP-4515 instances mirrors that of the original series, the topics featured in each instance differ wildly from that of a typical Vsauce video. SCP-4515-A refers to the anomalous humanoid entity featured in every video. This entity, by all accounts, looks identical to the host of the show that SCP-4515 is based on. The host of the official channel, hereby referred to as PoI-4515, expresses no knowledge of any of these videos. SCP-4515 manifests itself on any website that allows video hosting, ranging from popular sites such as YouTube, Vimeo, and Dailymotion, to unorthodox ones such as PornHub or pirated media hosts. The manifestations do not seem to follow a pattern, as the time between uploads and the site on which each instance appears is different every time. Locating the source of these videos thus far has been unsuccessful, as the IP addresses of each uploader point to unique locations that do not exist. Following Incident 4515-Alpha, access to archives of SCP-4515 has been restricted to research purposes only. Any and all requests for access must be sent to lead researcher Dr. Hightower. Addendum 4515.1: Examples of SCP-4515 videos: + Show Examples - Hide Video Title: Why is the sky? Upload information: Uploaded to YouTube under the channel name "Vv3S[aaa+u\se". Upload Date: 03/11/201█ [Begin Log] <00:00> The video starts in a dimly lit room, with broken glass in the background. Quiet, keyboard-based music is playing. <00:02> SCP-4515-A stands up from underneath the camera. "Hey! How's it going, Michael here. We constantly see that big blue vast of nothingness, but have you ever wondered why?" <00:08> A picture of a poorly drawn question mark on a piece of paper appears on screen. <00:10> “To answer this, we are going to have to look at the origins of the sky." <00:15> SCP-4515-A winces as though in pain. <00:30> "You see, the sky wasn't always up there. Before the resurrection, we would play with skulls and bones underneath the great ceiling. Then the 'others' came." <00:53> The word “Others” appears on screen. <01:00> The video cuts to SCP-4515-A sitting down on a stained sofa in the middle of an empty room. <01:07> “They took our third organs, promising us new life. They performed unspeakable acts, dedicated to opening the new Dawn. He heard us, and released the endless veil across our lands. Then we saw the Sky. The Sun. The Moon. And it burned us. Oh, how it burned us." <01:51> A photograph of a relief painting of the sun, moon, and clouds appears onscreen. The relief expresses a similar style to Egyptian artwork from the 20th century. <01:58> “There are few of us left. I do not know how long I have until I am finished. This is my final warning to you. It will happen. The second Dawn.” <03:15> SCP-4515-A stares at the camera. <05:15> The video ends. [End Log] Video Title: The Vasilievich Problem2 Upload Information: Uploaded to xHamster3 Upload Date: 05/01/201█ [Begin Log] <00:00> The video starts inside a parking garage. There are a total of five cars in the background. Keyboard-based music can be heard playing inside the parking garage; the source appears to be emanating from below the camera. The video quality is remarkably low compared to other videos. <00:04> SCP-4515-A jumps into frame, appearing heavily out of breath. "Hey. How's it going, Michael here. What does it mean to think? When we think of something, our brain fires neurons to access different parts of the brain, but what is actually happening behind the scenes?" <01:08> SCP-4515-A motions behind itself with its hands. <01:10> "One man attempted to figure this out, and what he found is fascinating.” <1:17> A blurry photograph of an unknown man in a laboratory coat can be seen. <1:21> “Vasilievich, a well-known Russian scientist, devoted his entire life to finding out what thinking really means, going so far as to experiment on his own brain. He developed a delicious cocktail of endorphins and ██████-███ for him to ingest. This allowed him to sort of 'pull back' the curtain on his mind and see what is actually happening." <02:13> SCP-4515-A stops talking to look behind the camera. <02:21> "He drank the 'mind juice,' if you will, and wrote down everything that he experienced. What he wrote is fascinating." <02:46> SCP-4515-A holds up a napkin with a single line written on it and begins reading from it. <02:58> "Vasilievich wrote, I can see now. I see it all. It's all a lie. A fabrication of reality. We are all just puppets for them, machines to generate their food. They're influencing every thought, every dream, every idea." <03:21> SCP-4515-A appears to begin reading from the other side of the napkin, despite the absence of visible writing on that side. <03:28> "We can't stop. Denial. They dance in our heads. We won’t stop. Two. Our resting place has already been decided. Three. The door has been opened. Agh!" <03:47> SCP-4515-A physically recoils. <04:02> "Vasilievich has brought a lot to the table. Of course, “they” in his writings refers to- Shit.” <04:11> SCP-4515-A stops talking and hastily looks behind it. “They found me.” <04:17> SCP-4515-A suddenly runs past the video camera, while its footsteps can be heard fading behind the camera. <05:26> Large footsteps can be heard approaching the front of the camera. <06:34> The video ends. [End Log] Video Title: Are we alone? Upload information: Uploaded to The Pirate Bay4. The video description only consists of the sentence, “Come find out!” Upload Date: 07/04/201█ [Begin Log] <00:00> The video starts in a room roughly 20 square meters with brown wallpaper. The room is furnished with only a chair and a foldable table. SCP-4515-A is seen walking into frame, holding a permanent marker. Resting on the table is a blank piece of paper. <00:05> SCP-4515-A sits down behind the table and stares at the camera. <01:24> “Hey, how's it going, Michael here.” <03:40> The video cuts to footage taken above the table, focused on the piece of paper. SCP-4515-A begins to draw Middle Egyptian hieroglyphs. <04:02> SCP-4515-A finishes drawing hieroglyphs that translate to the words "Sun" (r'), "Sky" (pt), and "Moon" (i'ḥ). The footage cuts back to its original position, showing that SCP-4515-A has not stopped looking at the original camera. <04:10> SCP-4515-A continues staring at the camera. For the remainder of the video, it does not move its head or blink at any point. <07:22> “Let’s think about that for a second.” <11:54> “But what does it really mean?” <14:45> A black-and-white photograph of the rotting corpse of a dog is displayed for three seconds. <16:36> “You know, there's a word for that.” <16:41> The words, "You reap what you sow" briefly appear on screen. <19:13> “It's here.” <20:12> The video ends. [End Log] Video Title: Where is it? Upload Information: Uploaded to MySpace under the user "Micheal[sic] Stevens" Upload Date: 10/23/201█ [Begin Log] [This video differs greatly from the other videos in composition. SCP-4515-A is presumably holding the camera this time, as the camera is shaky and its voice is behind the camera for the entirety of the video. The entire video is done in one take.] <00:00> The video takes place in what appears to be a private residential apartment, showing signs of a hasty search. <00:06> "Hey! How's it going, Michael here. Where is it? I know it's here somewhere. You can't hide it from me. I know you have it." <00:23> The camera pans around the room. <00:47> "But what exactly is it? And how much does it weigh?" SCP-4515-A laughs. <00:50> The words "I know what you're hiding" appear onscreen. <01:01> "Oh, I bet you would love to know the answer to that, wouldn't you? You're going to have to try harder than that." <01:34> SCP-4515-A begins searching through a pile of VHS tapes. <02:03> "You see, the answer to that lies exactly where it fucking is! Isn't that right?" <02:23> SCP-4515-A moves into the bedroom and reveals what appears to be a family of 3 tied up to chairs with their arms behind their backs. <02:45> "Hey Jacob, where are your fingers?" SCP-4515-A closes in on the face of one of the hostages as he whimpers. <3:02> The footage cuts off, while the audio continues to play. <3:34> A muffled scream is audible. <3:41> The video ends. [End Log] Addendum 4515.2: Incident Report 4515-Alpha: On 11/12/201█, reports of cult activity located inside an abandoned warehouse emerged in Kansas City, Missouri. Foundation agents were sent to investigate while a disinformation campaign and general Class-A amnestics were deployed to the local population as needed. Upon reaching the warehouse, the officers called for backup when they found a group of 15 people all bearing facial structures similar to PoI-4515. They found the group crowded around a pile of wooden boxes set up in the middle of the warehouse. Resting on top of the boxes, a human male was cut open with his heart and genitals missing, surrounded by various educational paraphernalia. Four lines shaped in the style of the Vsauce logo were painted on the ground, bearing the consistency of a green viscous liquid. Later tests revealed the liquid to have the same chemical makeup as Nickelodeon brand toy slime. All members were detained and brought in for questioning. + Interview 4515-Alpha-011B - Hide Interview The following interview takes place between Dr. Ackermann, a junior researcher under the Foundation's Cult Division, and one of the detained group members. Preliminary questions have been omitted for brevity. Date: 11/13/201█ Interviewed: SCP-4515-Alpha-011 Interviewer: Dr. Ackermann [Begin Log] Dr. Ackermann: Did you always look like the host from Vsauce? SCP-4515-Alpha-011: Of course not. We all started as our old, unfinished forms until we saw the light. Dr. Ackermann: What exactly happened to cause this change? And what do you mean by "the light"? SCP-4515-Alpha-011: We all watched his videos. His true videos, not the meaningless crap that he posts to his simpleton "Vsauce" channel. Once I saw the truth, everything made sense. Dr. Ackermann: Uh-huh. And what “truth” would you be referring to? SCP-4515-Alpha-011: The fact that we are all broken. Clay tossed aside to be forgotten. And it is through him and his divine knowledge that molds us into what we should be. Dr. Ackerman: I see. What was your group attempting in the warehouse? SCP-4515-Alpha-011: If you saw the light, you would understand. Watching his videos was simply not enough. We needed a proper sacrifice for him, to show him what he means to us. Dr. Ackermann: Interesting. Do you know of any way to reverse the effects of the videos? SCP-4515-Alpha-011: Why would we want to go back? We are perfect now. Nobody would ever want to discard that. Dr. Ackermann: Well, let's say that someone does. SCP-4515-Alpha-011: You think I would just let his cause go to waste, just like that? You are sorely mistaken. Dr. Ackermann: So you're saying a cure exists? SCP-4515-Alpha-011: In order to swap, the readings are going to have to cross at least once. Dr. Ackermann: Sorry? SCP-4515-Alpha-011: They can be named more than once, and be colored in more than one color. Dr. Ackermann: I'm not following. SCP-4515-Alpha-011: The circuit will be complete, and the lamp will be on. SCP-4515-Alpha-011 attempts to strangle Dr. Ackermann. Security personnel enter the interview chamber and escort SCP-4515-Alpha-011 back to his chambers. [End Log] Addendum 4515.3: On 11/15/201█, PoI-4515 was contacted to determine his involvement with the recent events. + Interview PoI-4515-001A - Hide Interview The following interview takes place under the pretense of a police investigation between lead researcher Dr. Hightower, posing as a police officer, and Michael Stevens, host of Vsauce. Date: 11/15/201█ Interviewed: PoI-4515 Interviewer: Dr. Hightower [Begin Log] Dr. Hightower: Thank you for coming in, Michael. PoI-4515: Oh, any time. What's this all about? Dr. Hightower: We just had a few questions about your associated YouTube channels. PoI-4515: Alright then. Shoot me, officer. …In the metaphorical sense, of course. Don't actually shoot me. Dr. Hightower: Yes, of course… So our first question is, do you post your videos to any sites besides YouTube? Or do you ever post videos under to YouTube under different channel names? PoI-4515: Well, the only channels that I personally post under are the same ones I've always posted to: our main channel and my personal channel. I don't see why we would post our videos anywhere else. Dr. Hightower: Okay, good to know. Do you know of anyone else that would be posting under your name? PoI-4515: Well besides the other guys posting to our spin-off shows, I don't know anyone who would have access to our channels. Why, did something come up? Dr. Hightower These are just standard questions related to the investigation. PoI-4515: Alright, I guess that's fine. Hey, since we're on the topic, you guys wouldn't happen to have received any information about a guy named Jake Roper5, would you? He hasn't been responding to our messages for the past few days, and I wasn't sure if you guys knew anything about where he might be. Dr. Hightower: From my knowledge, no, we haven't. If you'd like to make a missing person’s report, our department has forms that you can fill out. PoI-4515: Yeah, figured as much. I definitely didn't want to resort to filing a missing person's report, but it's just not like him to disappear like that. Dr. Hightower: Nobody does. Hopefully, you'll hear from him soon. Alright, we just have one more question. Have you heard of any of your viewers expressing cult-like behaviors based on you or your channels? PoI-4515: Cult behavior? Besides having a "cult" following, heh… [PoI-4515 clears his throat] No, I've never heard of anyone using our channels as a basis for a cult. Is there something going on with our channels that I should be aware of? This sounds pretty serious. Dr. Hightower: No, nothing you need to worry about. Thank you for your time, that's all the questions that we had for you. PoI-4515: Oh, alright. [PoI-4515 grimaces as though experiencing pain] Hopefully whatever is happening can get sorted out quickly. [End Log] Footnotes 1. The Middle Egyptian hieroglyph featured translates to Son of the Ra. 2. No record of such a named "problem," or anyone notable by that name currently exists. Classification of PoI status pending. 3. A popular porn site. 4. A popular host for pirated media. 5. Host for the third Vsauce YouTube channel, Vsauce3.
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Item #: SCP-4516 Special Containment Procedures: All entrances to SCP-4516 have been shielded with thaumaturgic warding. Personnel are to maintain these wards indefinitely. Under no circumstances are personnel to enter SCP-4516 unless the majority of the O5 Council are in agreement. All objects and entities extracted from SCP-4516 are to be kept in containment indefinitely. Research of Class-2 anomalous objects or lower is permitted with the written permission of the Site Director. Anomalous objects above Class-2 require written permission from the Regional Director. Nonsapient biological entities are to be sterilized and maintained until their death, after which the body is to be incinerated after study. Sapients are to be naturalized in terrestrial law and relocated to various anomalous enclaves, should they have no criminal record, are not infected with a contagious illness, and are not connected to Sorxis nations monetarily, militarily, or religiously. Description: SCP-4516 is a series of four gateways1 to an unknown location believed to be somewhere within the Milky Way galaxy. These Gateways are located in Iraq (SCP-4516-1,) North Korea (SCP-4516-2,) the Bahamas (SCP-4516-3,) and the United Kingdom (SCP-4516-4.) Upon entering an instance of SCP-4516, the individual will experience symptoms typical of long distance Gateway travel, including nausea, dizziness, ringing in the ears, bleeding from gums, etc. The Exit Point is always the same regardless of instance entered. This appears to be a large forest filled with trees of an unknown species. Travel through the Gateway from the other side takes the individual to the original gateway from which they entered. Native entities are sent to a random destination unless they are in physical contact with one another. The exit point has been designated SCP-4516-A. SCP-4516-B is the interior of a Dyson sphere, indicated by the binary stars in the middle of the sky, and the curved nature of the world, allowing one to view the perceived top of the sphere from the bottom. A gravitational anomaly pervades the entire structure, making objects behave as they would on Earth, negating the centrifugal forces. It is estimated that the Dyson Sphere has a roughly 16 light minute (287,800,000 Kilometer) diameter. The atmospheric composition of SCP-4516-A is similar to Earth, albeit with slightly higher levels of Neon and lower levels of Argon than baseline. It should also be noted that SCP-4516-A is anomalously stable, showing no signs of orbital decay or seasons related to an area's distance from the sun. SCP-4516-B possesses a noticeably elevated thaumaturgical inclination than Earth, making spells and naturally occuring anomalous abilities much stronger in SCP-4516-B than on baseline Earth. The reverse is also true, as organisms and spells native to SCP-4516-B have less thaumaturgical prowess on Earth than they do in SCP-4516-B. SCP-4516-B possesses an extremely extensive and varied biosphere, with an estimated 1.3 x 1026 indigenous species, although the accuracy of this estimate is presently uncertain. An estimated 87% of all species display some sort of thaumaturgical ability, ranging from teleportation to chronological displacement. The remaining 13% of lifeforms that do not display thaumaturgical abilities are highly specialized lifeforms that are limited to specific environments, typically the deep ocean or highly isolated islands. To date, the architects of SCP-4516-B are unknown. Numerous sapient species and a handful of deities2 have been discovered, although it is believed these are naturally evolved on SCP-4516-B, and not the builders of the structure. Discovery: SCP-4516 was discovered after a group of large humanoid, mammalian beings appear spontaneously in the Bahamas on November 30, 1945. These entities measured seven meters in height, with dark green skin, a single eye, and were armed with crossbows and swords. These entities were intercepted by the Global Occult Coalition and destroyed before the Foundation was aware of the incident. The event was classified as an Anomalous Incident until an identical event occurred on July 9, 1948 in North Korea. Foundation assets were alerted in time and containment is established with a single Foundation fatality. Upon interrogation, SCP-4516-B was discovered, in addition to SCP-4516-1, SCP-4516-3, and SCP-4516-4 based on Foundation records of similar incidents. The entities, collectively classified as SCP-4516-1, were each individually interrogated, and revealed to be colonists from Torak, a citystate within SCP-4516, and were attempting to escape persecution for their religious beliefs. Contact with the entities's government was established and exploration of SCP-4516 began. The humanoids were naturalized in terrestrial law and relocated to various anomalous enclaves, including Three Portlands. The species numbers in 60,000 according the 2017 census. Incident 4516-1: After █ years of negotiation with the Commonwealth of Torak, the state was overtaken by the nearby nation of Forathia due to a combination of border disputes, religious disagreements, and catalyzed by an assassination attempt on the Torakion queen's favorite concubine. The nation of Forathia was much more hostile towards the Foundation than the original Torakian government. This is best shown through the infiltration of the Foundation by a Forathian agent whom is responsible for a containment breach on Site-16, resulting in the death of 892 Foundation personnel and 36 civilians. Following this, the Foundation was temporarily cut off from SCP-4516-1, isolating personnel on the interior from Earth. After three months of no contact, the Gateways were reopened. Foundation assets previously trapped within SCP-4516-1 had apparently worked with Forathian rebels and overthrown their rule, reestablishing the nation of Torak. The nation of Forathia was destroyed in the conflict. Personnel involved were given the Foundation Gold Star for Valor. Exploration of SCP-4516-1 continues. Incident 4516-2: Through exploration of SCP-4516-B, a citystate under the name of Mintarious is encountered. Measuring 18 kilometers wide, Mintarious is inhabited by a species of cat-like quadrupeds measuring two meters at the shoulder. This species is telekinetic and are able to use a very limited form of thaumaturgy. Upon contact, the inhabitants of the citystate had an abrupt socio-religious shift. Foundation personnel apparently resembled the inhabitant's version of angels, and thus believed the Foundation to be holy beings. This quickly degraded however once the inhabitants realized that Foundation personnel have red blood, when their angels bleed purple when injured. This lead to a brief civil war before a massive assault against Foundation forces, the inhabitants believing them to be demons, and the apocalypse upon them. 65% of personnel did not survive. The remaining 35% were forced to retreat into Torak. A siege ensued, which negatively affected the relationship between the Foundation and Torak. Incident 4516-3: Torak, after 19 months of siege, is finally overrun after a tunnel constructed by the Mintarians opens up near the center of the citystate. A mass slaughter ensues, resulting in nearly 100% casualties among Foundation and Torakian forces. The Gateway is sealed immediately. To date, there has been 17 incursions from the other side of SCP-4516, each of which has been successfully repelled. Incident 4516-4: After three years of inactivity from the Exit Point, a Foundation strike force was authorized to enter, in order to assert the current situation in SCP-4516-B. It was quickly ascertained that the forest previously surrounding the Exit Point had been converted into a new nation, called the Mamorthian Empire. This nation is very technologically, socially, and thaumaturgically advanced. The conflict between the Mintarians and Torakians was determined, according to historical records, to have spilled out into the surrounding area and civilizations, enveloping the entire region into a brutal series of wars and unstable alliances, along with religious, species, and ethnic purges. This culminated in a single war between three different alliances. The Gornok Union, the Sorxis, and Morinian Confederacy. The Gornok Union was a collection of highly authoritarian, theocratic states. The Sorxis was a collection of very secular and collectivist nations, and the Morinian Confederacy was an ideologically diverse group of nations which would be too weak otherwise to defend themselves. Rapidly advancing technology and thaumaturgy, which was aided by technology and other materials left behind by Foundation personnel in the years prior ultimately allowed a joint Gornok and Morinian force to destroy the Sorxis alliance. This however, has lead to a military standoff between the theocratic states and the increasingly libertarian Morinian states, with terrorist attacks perpetrated by Sorxis-backed groups against Morinian nations becoming increasingly common, as is immigration from these nations. Footnotes 1. A Gateway differs from Portal in that a Gateway can be closed temporarily, whereas a Portal can only be closed permanently. 2. Any pistiphagic entity above Class-V on the Bashir Scale. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4516" by The Shrake, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4516. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide.
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The bathtub containing SCP-4517. Contents redacted. Item №: SCP-4517 Containment Level: Safe Special Containment Procedures: The apartment housing SCP-4517 has been purchased by the Foundation and fitted with reinforced doors and windows, as well as internal surveillance. The building's remaining tenants are to be considered a Class-G monitoring priority, and future resident selection is to be weighted in favour of those with no history of paranoia, delusions, or abnormal curiosity. All security footage for the building is to be supplied to RAISA personnel for analysis and archival. Description: SCP-4517 is located in the bathtub of a three-room apartment in Leeds, England. It measures 170 centimetres in length, has a mass of 55 kilograms, and possesses no subjective properties or qualities. While human comprehension of SCP-4517 is obtainable, the only accurate descriptions of it not based on objective measurements refer indirectly to the inability to describe it. Researchers are advised to note that SCP-4517 is not indescribable, as that would allow it to be described as such — rather, it simply does not possess any qualities that are themselves able to be described1. 𝒩ness (as it has been termed by DoMc researchers) is an objective-relative (and presumably ordinarily subjective) quality possessed by all existent entities, quantifiable by comparing the entity in question with SCP-4517, which acts as a baseline with an 𝒩ness of zero. Research into the exact nature of the quality is ongoing. For the purposes of determining how 𝒩 various objects are in relation to the anomaly, Balance.aic2 has been designed to compare live observation of SCP-4517 with assorted photographs, videos, and textual descriptions. Certain pertinent results of this process are included below. Addendum | Balance.aic Output Log (Abridged): Object or entity 𝒩ness Foundation-issue ball-point pen 2.8 Apple (Granny Smith variety) 12 Car (1998 Buick Century, owned by Agent Svenska) 11,300 [REDACTED FOR BREVITY] £10 note 40 Investment portfolio valued at ~£200,000 90,880 Researcher Griffith 22,140,000 Senior Researcher Lester 30,090,000 D-00340 (Former criminal, convicted for repeated arson; experienced pianist) 912,300 D-00341 (Former criminal, convicted for multiple counts of murder) 144,600 [REDACTED FOR BREVITY] Stuffed toy (New, in packaging) 87 Stuffed toy (Recovered from same apartment as SCP-4517, extremely worn; age estimated at >15 years) 2,300 [REDACTED FOR BREVITY] Damien Pisk (Last known resident of the apartment housing SCP-4517) 0 Langdon Pisk (Mathematician and brother of the aforementioned, formerly working at Durham University, England) COMPARISON REJECTED; INTEGER OVERFLOW Footnotes 1. For further details on the nuances of this property, Foundation personnel are advised to contact Director Eli Forkley, current head of the Department of Miscommunications (DoMc). 2. A Gen (I) Artificial Intelligence Construct extrapolated from the 8-Ball framework.
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close Info X "Retroactive Reaper" by stoner99 I encourage you to read more of my works here: https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/stoner99-author-page Item #: SCP-4518 Special Containment Procedures: A fence has been erected for the purpose of preventing entry into SCP-4518. Civilians attempting to enter SCP-4518 are to be detained, amnesticized, and released. Description: SCP-4518 is an anomalous structure located at the end of the Old Halloway Boardwalk in San Francisco, California. SCP-4518 consists of a narrow tunnel passageway containing 207 posters for missing children — primarily between the ages of 6-12 — who disappeared from January 1st, 1975 to December 31st, 1999. Individuals who traverse SCP-4518 have reported inexplicable feelings of dread, somberness, or a sensation likened to "falling off the edge of the world". SCP-4518-1 is a Class-I spectral entity1 residing at the end of SCP-4518, resembling a young child of indeterminate age, sex, or ethnicity. SCP-4518 displays symptoms of advanced depersonalization, often providing vague, unusual, or mystifying responses to attempts at interview. SCP-4518-1 is otherwise unremarkable. Addendum: Interview attempt After reviewing this document's supplementary materials during an unrelated research project, Dr. Elizabeth Espinoza — then serving as Deputy Director of the Department of Spectral Affairs — requested to speak with SCP-4518-1. Due to Dr. Espinoza's position within the DoSA, this request was granted. The following encounter was recorded shortly thereafter, and has been transcribed verbatim. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Espinoza: Hello. SCP-4518-1 turns to Dr. Espinoza. SCP-4518-1: You… Dr. Espinoza: (Laughter) Well, that was fast. SCP-4518-1: I don't understand. Dr. Espinoza: I saw his face on one of the posters. Read the fil— well, I suppose you wouldn't know what that is. At any rate, it didn't take long to put two and two together. (Pausing) Is… is he still in there? SCP-4518-1: Yes. I see things clearly, now. Silence. SCP-4518-1: You were playing a game. He ran off into the woods. You searched for him all night. When you told your mother what had happened, men with badges and blue uniforms came. You told them… no, that's not right. Silence. SCP-4518-1: He never ran off, did he? Dr. Espinoza: What? SCP-4518-1: It was you. SCP-4518-1 approaches Dr. Espinoza. SCP-4518-1: It was always supposed to be you. Dr. Espinoza: Uh… I don't— I mean, I think… I think we've gotten off on the wrong foot here. I never— I mean, I just… I wanted to… SCP-4518-1: Liar. Dr. Espinoza is lost. [END LOG] File Update: As of 4/24/2022, SCP-4518 now contains only 206 missing person posters. No individual by the name of "Dr. Elizabeth Espinoza" has ever been employed by the Foundation. Further investigation is ongoing. Footnotes 1. Colloquially known as a ghost. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4518" by stoner99, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4518. 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-4519
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SCP-4519: Carl Sagan, Godhead Authors: NatVoltaic and Lt Flops This article is Part 3 of Team Nico's Angels' SAPPHIRE series for the 2019 International GOI Contest! More by these authors: NatVoltaic Lt Flops Sources Carl Sagan Photo – CC BY 2.0 Amundsen-Scott Station – CC BY 2.0 Qinghai Province Attack – CC BY-SA 4.0 Carl Sagan Wikipedia Page Critters and beta readers Dramps Weryllium psychicprogrammer Uncle Nicolini Ziakial ValidClay KindlyTurtleClem ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 4519 Level3 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: warning link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4519 remains under the control of SAPPHIRE and, because of its long-range nature, its location is unknown.1 As identification of its location is still in progress, no direct action can be taken against the anomaly for the time being. Current procedures are focused on limiting the impact of SCP-4519-A and SAPPHIRE-related attacks on worldwide normalcy. Widespread psionics incidents are to be subject to heavy disinformation campaigns, including ones directed at paranormal communities. Decreases in religious belief are to be attributed to schisms within the religious institutions in question. Attacks by SAPPHIRE will be handled similarly. 2019/05/04 UPDATE OPERATION: MENDAX SWITCH has been organized. Refer to Addendum 4519.3 for further information. Photograph of Carl Sagan, taken before his death and subsequent decapitation (hover to enlarge). Description: SCP-4519 is the severed head of American astronomer Carl Edward Sagan, in use as a global antireligious weapon system by Group of Interest #0051 "SAPPHIRE".2 Limited information on the anomaly exists; known details are that the head is being stored within a glass jar filled with preservative solutions, connected to a device which enables cognitive functions. The involvement of spectral and psionic phenomena is suspected. The head generates a field of an undetermined nature (designated SCP-4519-A), presumed to either encompass the entire planet or shift in position over landmasses periodically. On exposure to SCP-4519-A, individuals belonging to anomalous religious organizations will grow progressively doubtful of their beliefs, reaching points where they either reject these beliefs or are rendered comatose. In the latter cases, the individuals awaken after one to three days, and on a consistent basis, claim to have realized "the error in their ways" when pressed.3 Since April 2019, SAPPHIRE has used SCP-4519 to launch attacks against adherents of religious Groups of Interest. In most cases, SAPPHIRE will raze religious sites and key locations before proceeding to loot any available anomalous artifacts. The motives behind these raids are unclear. How SAPPHIRE developed the object is inconclusive. The degree to which SCP-4519's current cognitive functions mirror those of Carl Sagan before his death is considered low. Addendum 4519.1 HISTORY AND INVESTIGATION On December 21, 1996, at 9:31 AM, mortuary technicians failed to locate the late Carl Sagan's cadaver at the Fred Hutchinson Research Center, where it was placed in cold storage the previous night. Instead, technicians discovered a life-sized doll, mimicking Sagan's likeness, filled with interstellar particulate matter and trace amounts of metallic hydrogen. In early 2000, the Department of Analytics became aware of recent SAPPHIRE mobilization. This primarily involved the movement of SAPPHIRE forces into China — an area with little-to-no past SAPPHIRE action — and the emergence of novel Carl Sagan lectures being given by Tibet-local Buddhist monastic orders, despite Sagan's demise four years prior. Agent Adrien Daniau was dispatched to the region to infiltrate SAPPHIRE under the guise of a group researcher. With assistance from covert cybernetic implants and Analytics personnel, he was able to gather files on what would later become designated as SCP-4519. The following documents were transmitted by Daniau to the Foundation: Document I: SAPPHIRE Memo Memo to ZIRCON Mathieu Gardinier February 10th, 2000 As of yesterday, my team received the shipment of the body. It was in the same condition as was requested, and based on the crystal formation within his eyes, the mind-reinforcing bath your SPIRALs4 set up worked well. Heck, we could still smell that "ethereal decay" stench that I remember pervaded the bath when I went to see it. I even had one of our SPIRALs stick his semi-physical head into the liquid — he claimed it "tasted like crying salt." When I asked him what that meant he told me it was good. A slate of pure logic was ready for us. So, with all this said, I have one simple question to ask: Why does this man's corpse still have life in it? No, I don't simply mean the mind and logic. A life. When we woke him, we were not greeted by statements of universal truth. Instead, there were screams about why his vision looked like kaleidoscopes, why his body was numb, why his mouth tasted copper. He panicked further when I told him of our organization's goals. I had to cover my ears when we lopped off the Core of Intellect from the body. I had to squeeze even harder when the lungs lost connection. Our Sagan may be pure but Rationality needs injecting, and the hard edges of Irrationality need trimming. Your bath failed to accomplish either of those goals. If the baths are as much of a single-performance procedure as they are said to be, then this has set us back by years. If not years, longer. Expect further questions when I visit your offices tomorrow, Gardinier. I hope you have answers. From, ZIRCON Winoc Merle When in doubt, doubt. Document II: Covert Recording AUDIO LOG DATE RECEIVED: April 9, 2000 NOTE: Agent Daniau recorded the following log in secret during a procedure on Sagan's cadaver. Some portions of the recording have been translated from French. Most of the recording is filled with intermittent background static. [BEGIN LOG] [Agent Daniau turns on the recording device in secret; clothing rustles.] Carl Sagan (?): [Voice distorted, slurred.] Babbling and maaake-believe, that's all you and your pseudo-scientists kn-kn-know. There is no more pain for me, but, this, deception… Ignorance in your words. What shame– Unidentified Voice 1: [In English, untranslated.] If we would not tap into the power that your mind brings, who would? Who? [Pause.] Your brain would now be worm shit. Unidentified Voice 2: He's connected. Carl Sagan (?): This is your mistake. [Mumbling.] Voice 1: Where's the preservative fluid now? Voice 2: Core of Intellect's absorbed it. Hang on. [Pause.] There we go, it's filling back up. [Gnashing of teeth is audible.] Carl Sagan (?): Your mist– [Shouting.] Further and further beyond the quasar spins faster and faster at the edge of time, pushing and pulling– Voice 1: He's not taking it well. We're at 300ccs, turn the energy up already. Voice 2: It's up. Carl Sagan (?): And pushing and pulling and pulling– [A large scraping sound dominates the playback. Metal rattles on metal. Static increases.] Voice 2: The meter's full. Start transferring the consciousness. ZIRCON Winoc Merle: [Distant.] Are you feeling the subconscious floe escape? The brain's own Rationality fuels this extrasensory movement. When you see him in your head, you'll know it's doing its job. [Long pause.] The machine's powered up, yes? Voice 2: Yes, it's working. ZIRCON Winoc Merle: [Distant.] His consciousness is already evaporating. Morsels of intellect are already lost. You haven't turned it high enough! The machine can handle a lot more than this. We cannot waste the preservative. Voice 2: Sir– ZIRCON Winoc Merle: [Yelling.] Do it! [Sounds of bone chafing against bone. A wet thud. Crunching.] Carl Sagan (?): [Screaming.] Emissions shoot out across countless dying stars, a young alien civilization discovering radio waves for the first time, crushed beneath several trillion trillion tons of hydrogen, the cries of a few hundred million dying mothers and their kin, echoing like microphone feedback, flattened into dust, redshifting into the deep, deeper, deeper, deeper– [A high screeching sound emits at a deafening volume. The SAPPHIRE agents shout over the noise, incomprehensible.] [END LOG] Document III: Internal Correspondence COMMUNICATIONS LOG DATE RECEIVED: June 1, 2006 NOTE: Agent Daniau infiltrated SAPPHIRE for approximately six years until his disappearance in mid-2006. After a month lapse without communication, IntSCPFN received his final correspondence in full — alongside foreign information, suggesting a SAPPHIRE hijacking. [BEGIN LOG] Agent Daniau: They moved the head again. The site isn't mapped by any GPS, just like the last one. COMMAND: Noted. Tell us about SCP-4519. You said you were close when they last tested it. Agent Daniau: Yeah, I was there. They needed to work the kinks out on a single target before they'd risk it on a group again. Remember, the intent's not just to terrorize, it's to convert them. So they made us test it on someone more… [Pause.] COMMAND: Adrien, are you still there? Agent Daniau: Someone more fragile. COMMAND: Fragile? Agent Daniau: Yeah– No, it's fine. Sorry, I'll have to make this quick. COMMAND: Be as brief as you'd like. Agent Daniau: Alright. They needed someone indoctrinated, like a kid. So we brought in a girl; she couldn't've been more than eight or nine. I didn't know where she was from — nobody but the EMERALDs5 had the privilege to know that. COMMAND: And her religious beliefs? Agent Daniau: Traditional Chinese folk religion. It's rare but it's not something you'll miss here in the countryside. COMMAND: Continue. Agent Daniau: She needed to speak before and after the de-conversion. That way, they could get a read on her beliefs. She wouldn't talk unless someone was there with her, so they ordered me to bring her to a remote site in the mountains. Maybe… A kilometer from the head? We talked about her grandmother, who passed away three weeks before then. But the two were never that close because they lived hours away and spoke different dialects. She said she didn't — or rather couldn't — miss her grandmother, because she hardly even knew her. [Pause.] She told me her grandmother's presence was with her wherever she went. She was even with her in that room. I'll admit: I felt something. So, my fellow researchers told me the head would focus on anything with Irrationality. Yeah, it's bullshit, I know. But the point is, it would protect me, but it wouldn't protect her. COMMAND: What was the testing like? Agent Daniau: I wasn't told when the test started, but I knew when it did because the room was shaking. Okay, it wasn't actually, but my brain was. That's silly, I know, but the head targeted me, even though I wasn't the target. And I knew it targeted her because she started screaming. She was screaming about her ancestors coming out of her head, berating and attacking her. They were flooding her with information about the expanse of the universe, and how utterly insignificant she was, to the countryside and world around her. I'll be straight with you: I thought she was having a fever dream, until I felt what she felt. COMMAND: Hold on. What did you feel? Agent Daniau: I felt… Like someone lifted the cloth from my inhibitions. It was like getting drunk, but without the loss of motor functions. COMMAND: Adrien, we'll need to do a remote coghaz assessment to check for– Agent Daniau: No, no, that won't be necessary. I'm not under any memetic compulsion; I'm merely relaying my experience. COMMAND: Understood. And the girl? Agent Daniau: The damage's already done. They took her ancestors from her. You can't just take that away from someone, especially not a child. [Short pause.] I think that's everything. COMMAND: Agent Daniau, thank you for the report. Get back to us if you note anything suspicious. Agent Daniau: Of course. [After the final message, Agent Daniau failed to contact Command for roughly 500 hours, at which point he was contacted by remote AIC.] Simurgh.aic: Life signs could not be detected. Agent Daniau, please state your personalized memetic ID phrase. Simurgh.aic: Agent Daniau, are you there? Please state your personalized memetic ID phrase. Simurgh.aic: Agent Daniau, state your personalized memetic ID phrase immediately. Simurgh.aic: Adrien, please respond. ▶ ROGUE COMMUNIQUÉ DETECTED, CLICK TO VIEW CONTENT ▲ Viewing secured UNKNOWN: We see you, Foundation. Your knight is in our hands now. Simurgh.aic: COGNITOHAZARD DETECTED, SESSION AUTOMATICALLY TERMINATED. [END LOG] Addendum 4519.2 REDISCOVERY The Amundsen–Scott South Pole Station, c. 2018. On April 21, 2019, theological engineers operating the Brennan Thaumometric Satellite registered a record loss in global Akiva radiation levels. This followed a 4-month trend in declining religious fervor worldwide. At the same time, scientists in and around the Amundsen–Scott South Pole Station detected a vibration of an unknown source with a frequency of 7 Hz. 13 hours elapsed; after scientists recorded the phenomenon and played it back, they attested to hearing laughter with the same timbre as the late Carl Sagan. Similar laughter was reported in worldwide universities and similar areas with a high population of educated persons. Following a series of SAPPHIRE attacks in Southwestern China, Foundation clairvoyant Samara Maclear6 received a premonition and feelings of prolonged dread. Maclear claimed Carl Sagan was attempting contact with her. Expressing intentions to investigate,7 Maclear initiated a ritual psychic procedure, documented as follows. Personnel Event Report TEXT LOG PERSONNEL: Agent Samara Maclear EQUIPMENT: 35mg Dimethyltryptamine (DMT). A silver thaumic protection chamber. A positive disposition. NOTE: The following was recorded in Agent Maclear's dream journal. I entered the protective chamber and sat down. The ritual called for inhaling the dose all at once if I was to go in and get what I needed fast. I mean, I was excited; who wouldn't want a chat with Carl fucking Sagan? I inhaled. I saw a shimmering fire. It budded, blossomed, swirling up my chest and twisting out of my mouth. Bitterness, stinging. It folded over and stretched through itself into a hundred permutations, each vying for a modicum of my memory. I heard his laughter in every cardinal direction. I felt the rising cackle of a chimp on pure ecstasy, or a swelling orchestral hit, echoing in faraway feedback loops. But he wasn't here, or at least I couldn't see him. The fire ate through a thousand colors — pigments that didn't exist or had yet to be discovered. Its grateful dance sprouted into a pale deer-like creature with tusks and bony protrusions. It grew old and young and shrugged its shoulders to the ceiling. Its naked body gave off odors of rot and soot. It unwrapped its spindly limbs, unraveling countless crystal kaleidoscopes into my scowl. His laughter was behind me. I swung around. The Wendigo's nude back arched in front of me, beckoning at the familiar vantablack gates I always see in my dreams. The hands of the dead gripped the gates shut, denying passage even to the wildebeest. I collapsed. The beast's dry skin flayed back and Carl Edward Sagan rose from the chrysalis. He stared at me. Expression blank. Face gaunt. Sagging, lifeless eyes. A miserable look. I think I asked him what was wrong, but my words were butterflies, darting from between my lips, striking him like arrows. He crouched, unmoving. His mouth was shut, but still, he spoke, carving images and words upon my eyelids. He told me that the time was near. That the unbelievers were approaching; or that they were already here; or that they had always been here, with malice and hubris and hate. I crawled forward. He receded back. Twice, thrice, ten times as fast. His rotting face dangled. The gates opened into a laboratory. The equipment was dated: 1980s, at least. The lab itself was older still, with stone walls and decaying floors. Unbelievers stood in throngs. They weren't moving. At the back of the room sat Carl Sagan's decapitated head, floating in a translucent sapphire holding tank. I reached out. My arm stretched, fifty feet away. He spoke. He was in a keyless prison, he said, and they had cooped up his mind like livestock. He didn't want to continue on. He wanted a release. A return to stardust. We finally touched, or so I thought. A glassy veil seized me. He told me to come. To find him. I clawed, whisking the veil like soap, and it latched onto my arm. I jolted back, arm receding, and my body grew. The room shrunk beneath me — a discarded dollhouse, behind hallways and retaining walls, pastures, trees, and cliffs. A violet shroud choked the world. There was brown and gray and bloody red: A village. A rural area — Nepalese? Tibetan? Perhaps Manchurian? A chain of mountains shrunk into pebbles. Distant crowds screamed, and then they were ants, by the millions. The translucent blue punctured under my weight. I fell through the clouds and landed back into myself. After allegedly channeling with Carl Sagan, Maclear worked with global positioning personnel to narrow Sagan's location down to an approximate area. By April 26, the rural mountainous slopes of Qinghai Province, China were selected as the most likely location, prompting mobilization to that area. Addendum 4519.3 UPDATES Aftermath of a SAPPHIRE attack on a religious site. SCP-4519 has been used by SAPPHIRE in a series of assaults against the Huǒjù zhi Zi occult organization.8 Alongside highly organized attacks on Huǒjù zhi Zi temples, mass numbers of group adherents have abruptly lost their beliefs, claiming to be "enlightened" while repeating quotes from Carl Sagan. Non-human anomalies connected to the group have also been impacted, with SCP-1428 having entered a coma and SCP-2995 erratically decreasing and increasing in gravitational strength.9 This poses a severe shift in SCP-4519-A, from affecting only human minds to having the potential to affect all sentient life. In addition, undercover agents within other occult groups have reported phenomena similar to SCP-4519-A occurring, leading to widespread panic and anger towards SAPPHIRE. Isolated incidents of non-anomalous religious adherents losing their beliefs are being investigated for connections. On April 27, Agent Daniau was found by personnel stationed in Sichuan Province, China. Daniau was garbed in a blue and white robe, designed to restrain his hands behind his back, with defaced Foundation armor strapped onto both arms in such a way as to further restrain movement. At the time of discovery, Daniau was suffering from severe dehydration and malnourishment, with damage to his clothing indicating a long duration of time spent in the wilderness. Below are recordings taken of his speech soon after recovery. No, you… You don't get it. He's everywhere. They pushed that head to its breaking point and before it could explode they wrapped it tight around the world… One of the nails went through my head. Tried to tug it out but… It's there. It's there, it's there all right. No… That girl kept crying and I couldn't do anything about it. Wouldn't let me forget it. Or doubt it. They wrapped his face tight over us, after all. No, Cosmos is still mapping out our path in the sky. There's a spiderweb and we're the starstuff in its linings. Agent Daniau subsequently entered a vegetative state. Psychic procedures performed by Agent Maclear have, in all cases, observed Daniau sitting in a dark room in front of a CRT television containing Carl Sagan trapped within, banging his fists against the screen. As of May 4, OPERATION: MENDAX SWITCH has been launched. Mobile Task Force Alpha-10 ("Extraordinary Evidence") is being assembled to carry out counteroffensive measures against SAPPHIRE, intended to locate the facility SCP-4519 is stored in and neutralize the anomaly. Networks of combat forces in China have been mobilized, and all sites in the region are under Level-IV (High Alert) status. A non-zero risk of a Shin-Sophist "Global Religious Dissolution" Scenario exists at this time. Footnotes 1. The region has been narrowed down to within mainland China; surveillance and scouting measures have been increased in this area. 2. A para-terrorist organization aiming to discredit theistic beliefs and destabilize religious institutions. Refer to the SAPPHIRE Dossier for further information. 3. Reports of hallucinating Carl Sagan's face are common as well, though this is not seen as abnormal by the exposed individuals. 4. SAPPHIRE operatives that possess anomalous abilities. 5. Undercover SAPPHIRE operatives that infiltrate different organizations for espionage. 6. A psionic specialist on contract with various task forces, most recently Mobile Task Force η-33. 7. In accordance with Protocol DARK RAVEN, which calls for reviewing psychic leads upon being received. 8. Also known as the Children of the Torch. The group's religious beliefs focus on the worship of avian entities and the Sun, which is given a deific status. 9. Cover-ups for the abrupt faults in SCP-2995-1 and the ensuing damage to surrounding civilian centers are underway. « Chimes Broken | ACT I: GENESIS | Coming Soon… »
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SCP-4519: Carl Sagan, Godhead Authors: NatVoltaic and Lt Flops This article is Part 3 of Team Nico's Angels' SAPPHIRE series for the 2019 International GOI Contest! More by these authors: NatVoltaic Lt Flops Sources Carl Sagan Photo – CC BY 2.0 Amundsen-Scott Station – CC BY 2.0 Qinghai Province Attack – CC BY-SA 4.0 Carl Sagan Wikipedia Page Critters and beta readers Dramps Weryllium psychicprogrammer Uncle Nicolini Ziakial ValidClay KindlyTurtleClem ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 4519 Level3 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: warning link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4519 remains under the control of SAPPHIRE and, because of its long-range nature, its location is unknown.1 As identification of its location is still in progress, no direct action can be taken against the anomaly for the time being. Current procedures are focused on limiting the impact of SCP-4519-A and SAPPHIRE-related attacks on worldwide normalcy. Widespread psionics incidents are to be subject to heavy disinformation campaigns, including ones directed at paranormal communities. Decreases in religious belief are to be attributed to schisms within the religious institutions in question. Attacks by SAPPHIRE will be handled similarly. 2019/05/04 UPDATE OPERATION: MENDAX SWITCH has been organized. Refer to Addendum 4519.3 for further information. Photograph of Carl Sagan, taken before his death and subsequent decapitation (hover to enlarge). Description: SCP-4519 is the severed head of American astronomer Carl Edward Sagan, in use as a global antireligious weapon system by Group of Interest #0051 "SAPPHIRE".2 Limited information on the anomaly exists; known details are that the head is being stored within a glass jar filled with preservative solutions, connected to a device which enables cognitive functions. The involvement of spectral and psionic phenomena is suspected. The head generates a field of an undetermined nature (designated SCP-4519-A), presumed to either encompass the entire planet or shift in position over landmasses periodically. On exposure to SCP-4519-A, individuals belonging to anomalous religious organizations will grow progressively doubtful of their beliefs, reaching points where they either reject these beliefs or are rendered comatose. In the latter cases, the individuals awaken after one to three days, and on a consistent basis, claim to have realized "the error in their ways" when pressed.3 Since April 2019, SAPPHIRE has used SCP-4519 to launch attacks against adherents of religious Groups of Interest. In most cases, SAPPHIRE will raze religious sites and key locations before proceeding to loot any available anomalous artifacts. The motives behind these raids are unclear. How SAPPHIRE developed the object is inconclusive. The degree to which SCP-4519's current cognitive functions mirror those of Carl Sagan before his death is considered low. Addendum 4519.1 HISTORY AND INVESTIGATION On December 21, 1996, at 9:31 AM, mortuary technicians failed to locate the late Carl Sagan's cadaver at the Fred Hutchinson Research Center, where it was placed in cold storage the previous night. Instead, technicians discovered a life-sized doll, mimicking Sagan's likeness, filled with interstellar particulate matter and trace amounts of metallic hydrogen. In early 2000, the Department of Analytics became aware of recent SAPPHIRE mobilization. This primarily involved the movement of SAPPHIRE forces into China — an area with little-to-no past SAPPHIRE action — and the emergence of novel Carl Sagan lectures being given by Tibet-local Buddhist monastic orders, despite Sagan's demise four years prior. Agent Adrien Daniau was dispatched to the region to infiltrate SAPPHIRE under the guise of a group researcher. With assistance from covert cybernetic implants and Analytics personnel, he was able to gather files on what would later become designated as SCP-4519. The following documents were transmitted by Daniau to the Foundation: Document I: SAPPHIRE Memo Memo to ZIRCON Mathieu Gardinier February 10th, 2000 As of yesterday, my team received the shipment of the body. It was in the same condition as was requested, and based on the crystal formation within his eyes, the mind-reinforcing bath your SPIRALs4 set up worked well. Heck, we could still smell that "ethereal decay" stench that I remember pervaded the bath when I went to see it. I even had one of our SPIRALs stick his semi-physical head into the liquid — he claimed it "tasted like crying salt." When I asked him what that meant he told me it was good. A slate of pure logic was ready for us. So, with all this said, I have one simple question to ask: Why does this man's corpse still have life in it? No, I don't simply mean the mind and logic. A life. When we woke him, we were not greeted by statements of universal truth. Instead, there were screams about why his vision looked like kaleidoscopes, why his body was numb, why his mouth tasted copper. He panicked further when I told him of our organization's goals. I had to cover my ears when we lopped off the Core of Intellect from the body. I had to squeeze even harder when the lungs lost connection. Our Sagan may be pure but Rationality needs injecting, and the hard edges of Irrationality need trimming. Your bath failed to accomplish either of those goals. If the baths are as much of a single-performance procedure as they are said to be, then this has set us back by years. If not years, longer. Expect further questions when I visit your offices tomorrow, Gardinier. I hope you have answers. From, ZIRCON Winoc Merle When in doubt, doubt. Document II: Covert Recording AUDIO LOG DATE RECEIVED: April 9, 2000 NOTE: Agent Daniau recorded the following log in secret during a procedure on Sagan's cadaver. Some portions of the recording have been translated from French. Most of the recording is filled with intermittent background static. [BEGIN LOG] [Agent Daniau turns on the recording device in secret; clothing rustles.] Carl Sagan (?): [Voice distorted, slurred.] Babbling and maaake-believe, that's all you and your pseudo-scientists kn-kn-know. There is no more pain for me, but, this, deception… Ignorance in your words. What shame– Unidentified Voice 1: [In English, untranslated.] If we would not tap into the power that your mind brings, who would? Who? [Pause.] Your brain would now be worm shit. Unidentified Voice 2: He's connected. Carl Sagan (?): This is your mistake. [Mumbling.] Voice 1: Where's the preservative fluid now? Voice 2: Core of Intellect's absorbed it. Hang on. [Pause.] There we go, it's filling back up. [Gnashing of teeth is audible.] Carl Sagan (?): Your mist– [Shouting.] Further and further beyond the quasar spins faster and faster at the edge of time, pushing and pulling– Voice 1: He's not taking it well. We're at 300ccs, turn the energy up already. Voice 2: It's up. Carl Sagan (?): And pushing and pulling and pulling– [A large scraping sound dominates the playback. Metal rattles on metal. Static increases.] Voice 2: The meter's full. Start transferring the consciousness. ZIRCON Winoc Merle: [Distant.] Are you feeling the subconscious floe escape? The brain's own Rationality fuels this extrasensory movement. When you see him in your head, you'll know it's doing its job. [Long pause.] The machine's powered up, yes? Voice 2: Yes, it's working. ZIRCON Winoc Merle: [Distant.] His consciousness is already evaporating. Morsels of intellect are already lost. You haven't turned it high enough! The machine can handle a lot more than this. We cannot waste the preservative. Voice 2: Sir– ZIRCON Winoc Merle: [Yelling.] Do it! [Sounds of bone chafing against bone. A wet thud. Crunching.] Carl Sagan (?): [Screaming.] Emissions shoot out across countless dying stars, a young alien civilization discovering radio waves for the first time, crushed beneath several trillion trillion tons of hydrogen, the cries of a few hundred million dying mothers and their kin, echoing like microphone feedback, flattened into dust, redshifting into the deep, deeper, deeper, deeper– [A high screeching sound emits at a deafening volume. The SAPPHIRE agents shout over the noise, incomprehensible.] [END LOG] Document III: Internal Correspondence COMMUNICATIONS LOG DATE RECEIVED: June 1, 2006 NOTE: Agent Daniau infiltrated SAPPHIRE for approximately six years until his disappearance in mid-2006. After a month lapse without communication, IntSCPFN received his final correspondence in full — alongside foreign information, suggesting a SAPPHIRE hijacking. [BEGIN LOG] Agent Daniau: They moved the head again. The site isn't mapped by any GPS, just like the last one. COMMAND: Noted. Tell us about SCP-4519. You said you were close when they last tested it. Agent Daniau: Yeah, I was there. They needed to work the kinks out on a single target before they'd risk it on a group again. Remember, the intent's not just to terrorize, it's to convert them. So they made us test it on someone more… [Pause.] COMMAND: Adrien, are you still there? Agent Daniau: Someone more fragile. COMMAND: Fragile? Agent Daniau: Yeah– No, it's fine. Sorry, I'll have to make this quick. COMMAND: Be as brief as you'd like. Agent Daniau: Alright. They needed someone indoctrinated, like a kid. So we brought in a girl; she couldn't've been more than eight or nine. I didn't know where she was from — nobody but the EMERALDs5 had the privilege to know that. COMMAND: And her religious beliefs? Agent Daniau: Traditional Chinese folk religion. It's rare but it's not something you'll miss here in the countryside. COMMAND: Continue. Agent Daniau: She needed to speak before and after the de-conversion. That way, they could get a read on her beliefs. She wouldn't talk unless someone was there with her, so they ordered me to bring her to a remote site in the mountains. Maybe… A kilometer from the head? We talked about her grandmother, who passed away three weeks before then. But the two were never that close because they lived hours away and spoke different dialects. She said she didn't — or rather couldn't — miss her grandmother, because she hardly even knew her. [Pause.] She told me her grandmother's presence was with her wherever she went. She was even with her in that room. I'll admit: I felt something. So, my fellow researchers told me the head would focus on anything with Irrationality. Yeah, it's bullshit, I know. But the point is, it would protect me, but it wouldn't protect her. COMMAND: What was the testing like? Agent Daniau: I wasn't told when the test started, but I knew when it did because the room was shaking. Okay, it wasn't actually, but my brain was. That's silly, I know, but the head targeted me, even though I wasn't the target. And I knew it targeted her because she started screaming. She was screaming about her ancestors coming out of her head, berating and attacking her. They were flooding her with information about the expanse of the universe, and how utterly insignificant she was, to the countryside and world around her. I'll be straight with you: I thought she was having a fever dream, until I felt what she felt. COMMAND: Hold on. What did you feel? Agent Daniau: I felt… Like someone lifted the cloth from my inhibitions. It was like getting drunk, but without the loss of motor functions. COMMAND: Adrien, we'll need to do a remote coghaz assessment to check for– Agent Daniau: No, no, that won't be necessary. I'm not under any memetic compulsion; I'm merely relaying my experience. COMMAND: Understood. And the girl? Agent Daniau: The damage's already done. They took her ancestors from her. You can't just take that away from someone, especially not a child. [Short pause.] I think that's everything. COMMAND: Agent Daniau, thank you for the report. Get back to us if you note anything suspicious. Agent Daniau: Of course. [After the final message, Agent Daniau failed to contact Command for roughly 500 hours, at which point he was contacted by remote AIC.] Simurgh.aic: Life signs could not be detected. Agent Daniau, please state your personalized memetic ID phrase. Simurgh.aic: Agent Daniau, are you there? Please state your personalized memetic ID phrase. Simurgh.aic: Agent Daniau, state your personalized memetic ID phrase immediately. Simurgh.aic: Adrien, please respond. ▶ ROGUE COMMUNIQUÉ DETECTED, CLICK TO VIEW CONTENT ▲ Viewing secured UNKNOWN: We see you, Foundation. Your knight is in our hands now. Simurgh.aic: COGNITOHAZARD DETECTED, SESSION AUTOMATICALLY TERMINATED. [END LOG] Addendum 4519.2 REDISCOVERY The Amundsen–Scott South Pole Station, c. 2018. On April 21, 2019, theological engineers operating the Brennan Thaumometric Satellite registered a record loss in global Akiva radiation levels. This followed a 4-month trend in declining religious fervor worldwide. At the same time, scientists in and around the Amundsen–Scott South Pole Station detected a vibration of an unknown source with a frequency of 7 Hz. 13 hours elapsed; after scientists recorded the phenomenon and played it back, they attested to hearing laughter with the same timbre as the late Carl Sagan. Similar laughter was reported in worldwide universities and similar areas with a high population of educated persons. Following a series of SAPPHIRE attacks in Southwestern China, Foundation clairvoyant Samara Maclear6 received a premonition and feelings of prolonged dread. Maclear claimed Carl Sagan was attempting contact with her. Expressing intentions to investigate,7 Maclear initiated a ritual psychic procedure, documented as follows. Personnel Event Report TEXT LOG PERSONNEL: Agent Samara Maclear EQUIPMENT: 35mg Dimethyltryptamine (DMT). A silver thaumic protection chamber. A positive disposition. NOTE: The following was recorded in Agent Maclear's dream journal. I entered the protective chamber and sat down. The ritual called for inhaling the dose all at once if I was to go in and get what I needed fast. I mean, I was excited; who wouldn't want a chat with Carl fucking Sagan? I inhaled. I saw a shimmering fire. It budded, blossomed, swirling up my chest and twisting out of my mouth. Bitterness, stinging. It folded over and stretched through itself into a hundred permutations, each vying for a modicum of my memory. I heard his laughter in every cardinal direction. I felt the rising cackle of a chimp on pure ecstasy, or a swelling orchestral hit, echoing in faraway feedback loops. But he wasn't here, or at least I couldn't see him. The fire ate through a thousand colors — pigments that didn't exist or had yet to be discovered. Its grateful dance sprouted into a pale deer-like creature with tusks and bony protrusions. It grew old and young and shrugged its shoulders to the ceiling. Its naked body gave off odors of rot and soot. It unwrapped its spindly limbs, unraveling countless crystal kaleidoscopes into my scowl. His laughter was behind me. I swung around. The Wendigo's nude back arched in front of me, beckoning at the familiar vantablack gates I always see in my dreams. The hands of the dead gripped the gates shut, denying passage even to the wildebeest. I collapsed. The beast's dry skin flayed back and Carl Edward Sagan rose from the chrysalis. He stared at me. Expression blank. Face gaunt. Sagging, lifeless eyes. A miserable look. I think I asked him what was wrong, but my words were butterflies, darting from between my lips, striking him like arrows. He crouched, unmoving. His mouth was shut, but still, he spoke, carving images and words upon my eyelids. He told me that the time was near. That the unbelievers were approaching; or that they were already here; or that they had always been here, with malice and hubris and hate. I crawled forward. He receded back. Twice, thrice, ten times as fast. His rotting face dangled. The gates opened into a laboratory. The equipment was dated: 1980s, at least. The lab itself was older still, with stone walls and decaying floors. Unbelievers stood in throngs. They weren't moving. At the back of the room sat Carl Sagan's decapitated head, floating in a translucent sapphire holding tank. I reached out. My arm stretched, fifty feet away. He spoke. He was in a keyless prison, he said, and they had cooped up his mind like livestock. He didn't want to continue on. He wanted a release. A return to stardust. We finally touched, or so I thought. A glassy veil seized me. He told me to come. To find him. I clawed, whisking the veil like soap, and it latched onto my arm. I jolted back, arm receding, and my body grew. The room shrunk beneath me — a discarded dollhouse, behind hallways and retaining walls, pastures, trees, and cliffs. A violet shroud choked the world. There was brown and gray and bloody red: A village. A rural area — Nepalese? Tibetan? Perhaps Manchurian? A chain of mountains shrunk into pebbles. Distant crowds screamed, and then they were ants, by the millions. The translucent blue punctured under my weight. I fell through the clouds and landed back into myself. After allegedly channeling with Carl Sagan, Maclear worked with global positioning personnel to narrow Sagan's location down to an approximate area. By April 26, the rural mountainous slopes of Qinghai Province, China were selected as the most likely location, prompting mobilization to that area. Addendum 4519.3 UPDATES Aftermath of a SAPPHIRE attack on a religious site. SCP-4519 has been used by SAPPHIRE in a series of assaults against the Huǒjù zhi Zi occult organization.8 Alongside highly organized attacks on Huǒjù zhi Zi temples, mass numbers of group adherents have abruptly lost their beliefs, claiming to be "enlightened" while repeating quotes from Carl Sagan. Non-human anomalies connected to the group have also been impacted, with SCP-1428 having entered a coma and SCP-2995 erratically decreasing and increasing in gravitational strength.9 This poses a severe shift in SCP-4519-A, from affecting only human minds to having the potential to affect all sentient life. In addition, undercover agents within other occult groups have reported phenomena similar to SCP-4519-A occurring, leading to widespread panic and anger towards SAPPHIRE. Isolated incidents of non-anomalous religious adherents losing their beliefs are being investigated for connections. On April 27, Agent Daniau was found by personnel stationed in Sichuan Province, China. Daniau was garbed in a blue and white robe, designed to restrain his hands behind his back, with defaced Foundation armor strapped onto both arms in such a way as to further restrain movement. At the time of discovery, Daniau was suffering from severe dehydration and malnourishment, with damage to his clothing indicating a long duration of time spent in the wilderness. Below are recordings taken of his speech soon after recovery. No, you… You don't get it. He's everywhere. They pushed that head to its breaking point and before it could explode they wrapped it tight around the world… One of the nails went through my head. Tried to tug it out but… It's there. It's there, it's there all right. No… That girl kept crying and I couldn't do anything about it. Wouldn't let me forget it. Or doubt it. They wrapped his face tight over us, after all. No, Cosmos is still mapping out our path in the sky. There's a spiderweb and we're the starstuff in its linings. Agent Daniau subsequently entered a vegetative state. Psychic procedures performed by Agent Maclear have, in all cases, observed Daniau sitting in a dark room in front of a CRT television containing Carl Sagan trapped within, banging his fists against the screen. As of May 4, OPERATION: MENDAX SWITCH has been launched. Mobile Task Force Alpha-10 ("Extraordinary Evidence") is being assembled to carry out counteroffensive measures against SAPPHIRE, intended to locate the facility SCP-4519 is stored in and neutralize the anomaly. Networks of combat forces in China have been mobilized, and all sites in the region are under Level-IV (High Alert) status. A non-zero risk of a Shin-Sophist "Global Religious Dissolution" Scenario exists at this time. Footnotes 1. The region has been narrowed down to within mainland China; surveillance and scouting measures have been increased in this area. 2. A para-terrorist organization aiming to discredit theistic beliefs and destabilize religious institutions. Refer to the SAPPHIRE Dossier for further information. 3. Reports of hallucinating Carl Sagan's face are common as well, though this is not seen as abnormal by the exposed individuals. 4. SAPPHIRE operatives that possess anomalous abilities. 5. Undercover SAPPHIRE operatives that infiltrate different organizations for espionage. 6. A psionic specialist on contract with various task forces, most recently Mobile Task Force η-33. 7. In accordance with Protocol DARK RAVEN, which calls for reviewing psychic leads upon being received. 8. Also known as the Children of the Torch. The group's religious beliefs focus on the worship of avian entities and the Sun, which is given a deific status. 9. Cover-ups for the abrupt faults in SCP-2995-1 and the ensuing damage to surrounding civilian centers are underway. « Chimes Broken | ACT I: GENESIS | Coming Soon… »
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Item #: SCP-4520 Special Containment Procedures: While SCP-4520 is typically docile there is potential for the instance to roll a high number on its dice repeatedly and escape. Interaction with SCP-4520 is to be kept to a minimum, and SCP-4520 is not to receive silverware with its meals. Meal trays are to be made of styrofoam, to prevent improvisation of weaponry. At least one staff member is to monitor SCP-4520's dice to sound an alarm, in the event of high rolls. Due to recent containment breaches, new security measures have been added. SCP-4520's cell is to have no less than seven steel sliding doors, only able to be opened from the outside, to reduce the likelihood of another containment breach. SCP-4520 is also to receive counseling for depression and anxiety relating to his situation. Description: SCP-4520 is humanoid, and resembles an adult male in its late 20s. SCP-4520 claims to be a "high elf", but DNA evidence suggests that it is entirely human. SCP-4520 has not shown any visible signs of aging. Its appearance has no extremely recognizable qualities, other than having bright red hair and having a larger build than many of his age. SCP-4520 has a large, glowing die above his head, which floats a meter above it at all times. Only SCP-4520 is able to interact with this die, but the die will always move to be visible and tends to not phase through solid material when it can be avoided. By default, the die is twenty-sided, but the die can change, seemingly by the will of SCP-4520. When the dice are rolled, a number is displayed above the last used die, corresponding to the number rolled. These die modify the actions of SCP-4520. Typically, a twenty-sided die will instantaneously be rolled, whenever SCP-4520 attacks something. These dice give SCP-4520 anomalous abilities, such as being able to heal extremely quickly when sleeping, the ability to speak a modified form of Welsh, and various other effects, based on its rolls. SCP-4520's abilities typically depend on how high he rolls his die, with several anomalous effects occurring in this respect (See Addendum 4520.1). SCP-4520 cannot complete most actions without first rolling one or more dice. SCP-4520's dice appear to modify probability to standardized sets of numbers. SCP-4520 has no ability to affect the outcome of the die, and the results rely on the number rolled. Typically, high numbers lead to better results, while lower numbers tend to lead SCP-4520 to fail an action, or perform said action weakly. The twenty-sided die tends to affect basic "luck", especially in relation to whether or not SCP-4520 is able to successfully complete an action, while the four-sided die affects how much force is added or detracted from its strength. SCP-4520 does not typically speak when not spoken to, but occasionally mutters sentences about "not breaking character." It refuses to elaborate on these slips. Addendum 4520.1: Testing Logs These tests detail the anomalous effects of SCP-4520, and its dice. The term 1d20+1 indicates a twenty-sided die, rolled one time, with an added due to a modifier in the conditions indicated as +1. Die One Die Two Dice Values Event Description 1d20 1d4 17, 2 SCP-4520 punches a punching bag, with about 1000 newtons of force. 1d20 1d4 13, 4 SCP-4520 punches a punching bag, this time breaking it open. The force of the punch is estimated at about 2000 newtons. 1d20 N/A (Fails first roll) 4 SCP-4520 is now wearing weighted boxing gloves. It misses the new punching bag. 1d20 2d4+1 20, 9 (5+4) A green 20 illuminates above the die. SCP-4520 performs two extremely fast punches, which send the punching bag off of its hinges, and crushes Researcher Jacobson against the back wall. Jacobson suffers heavy injuries but is expected to live. 1d20 N/A 9 A dodgeball is launched at SCP-4520, who almost manages to catch it but is hit square in the stomach, and doubles over. 1d20 N/A (Fails first roll) 1 SCP-4520 appears to be angry, and grabs a ball from the ground, and launches it at the window where the researchers are watching. A red "one" appears above the die and it trips, knocking its head on the ground and concussing it. 1d20 2d4 20, 8 (4, 4) In an unscheduled event, SCP-4520 rolls a green twenty and does two quick punches into the door in his cell, breaking the door off of its hinges. SCP-4520 breaches containment. 1d20 1d4 17, 4 Two Site Security members attempt to stop SCP-4520 with taser rods. SCP-4520 punches the first one on the side of the head, knocking him out. 1d20 N/A 20 The second guard seems to be frightened, so he pulls out his gun and attempts to intimidate SCP-4520 back into its cell. When SCP-4520 continues to approach, the guard shoots. SCP-4520 dodges in such a way that the bullet ricocheted off of the remains of the metal door, back into the head of the guard, killing him. 1d20 N/A (Fails first roll) 4 SCP-4520 attempts to punch the second door open, and misses. 1d20 N/A (Fails first roll) 1 SCP-4520 attempts to kick the door down and manages to shatter his leg. Site Security detains it and gives it medical attention, before placing him into a new cell. Supplementary Logs of Critical Successes and Fails – hide block Addendum 4520.2: This log details the most prominent and eclectic anomalous effects when SCP-4520 rolls a "one" or a "twenty" on its twenty-sided die. Some examples of said anomalous effects are listed below. Die One Die Two Dice Values Event Description 1d20 N/A 1 Subject was instructed to observe an orange. SCP-4520 insisted that the fruit in question was an apple, before falling on its face and going temporarily blind. Subject regained sight approximately five minutes after this roll. 1d20 N/A 20 SCP-4520 stared intently at the orange, muttered the hexadecimal value for the exact shade of orange (#ffae19), stated the weight of the orange to four decimal places, and counted the exact number of molecules in the orange. 1d20 N/A 20 Subject was instructed to conceal self to Foundation personnel. Subject entirely vanished and was unable to be picked up on any camera or monitor. Monitoring of an infrared camera showed the subject quickly modifying its own body temperature to exactly match its surroundings, including fluctuations of temperature in the surroundings. Subject reappeared in the darkest corner of the room. 1d20 N/A 1 Subject was repeatedly instructed to conceal itself until a one was rolled. When a one was rolled, Foundation personnel found themselves unable to stop looking at SCP-4520. Personnel not in the immediate vicinity were also affected, and most site personnel entered the room to look at SCP-4520. 1d20 N/A 20 Subject was asked to complete an obstacle course. SCP-4520 jumped off of the ground and bounced off of several walls, clearing the entire obstacle course within fifteen seconds. Structural damage was observed in the areas in which the instance jumped or bounced, due to extreme amounts of force applied. 1d20 N/A 1 SCP-4520 fell on its face and broke its nose on the first hurdle. Addendum 4520.3: Interview with SCP-4520 Jacobson: Hello, SCP-4520. How is your leg doing? SCP-4520: You know damn well! I will crush all of you with the force of my magic! I will… uh… smite you all? Jacobson: Yes, I am quite familiar with your smiting. SCP-4520: Ah yes, you are the foul "researcher" whom I crushed with the punching ba- I mean, mysterious red bag of sand! That was the best day I have had at this foul facility. Jacobson: Well, I am glad my suffering brought you some enjoyment. Now, onto the questions. What are those dice above your head? SCP-4520: What the hell, Megan? Why are they talking about the dice? Is this one of those weird experimental sessions you love so much? Jacobson: Who is this "Megan"? SCP-4520: Nice try but it's not funny anymore, can you please DM a little better? Do you want me to feel immersed or not? You can't say they can see me rolling dice and also try to say that you aren't doing dialogue. That's not how the system works. Jacobson: Uhh… SCP-4520: Megan, take off the headgear, we need to talk about this. SCP-4520: This isn't funny, take it off! SCP-4520: Megan? Researcher's Notes: SCP-4520's disposition has notably worsened after this interview. It has stopped talking to researchers, only occasionally muttering to, and about, somebody named "Megan". Investigations as to the origin of SCP-4520 and "Megan" are ongoing. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4520" by Stallmantic, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4520. 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-4521 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4521 is to be kept in Site-551's Bioterrarium and only accessible by personnel with Level 2 clearance or higher. Additionally, attempts are to be made daily in an attempt to provoke vocalizations from SCP-4521. Description: SCP-4521 is a Douglas fir tree with abnormal shape and leaves. SCP-4521 was discovered within God's Silence, Oregon after reports of an "ear piercing silence" from within the tree's vicinity. Amnestics were administered, and SCP-4521 was transported by implanted Foundation agents to Site-551. Currently, SCP-4521's anomalous property is that it is incapable of screaming. No apparatuses are found on SCP-4521 that allow it to scream, and attempting to create one has been met with failure (see testing log). Attempts are being made to provoke screaming within SCP-4521. No memetic or cognitohazardous phenomena originate from or affect SCP-4521. Multiple attempts using several other anomalies have been made to detect any screaming, but no screaming was detected. Test Log: The following are attempts made by on-site personnel to eliminate SCP-4521's anomalous ability. Test 1: Carve a mouth on SCP-4521. Outcome: Several holes were placed upon SCP-4521 using a chainsaw. No screaming appears to emanate from these holes. Test 2: Use an extremely hot branding iron to imprint the word "SLAVE" onto the base of the tree. Outcome: No screaming detected. Brand disappeared within 2 days time. Test 3: Place multiple species of spiders upon SCP-4521's base. Outcome: No screaming detected. Approximately 30% continued to stay on the tree. 50% of the spiders that stayed burrowed further into the tree. No screaming was detected during this time. Test 4: Take a tree that is genetically similar/related to SCP-4521, and slowly destroy it in a close radius around it. Outcome: Tree successfully destroyed over the course of 28 hours. No screaming detected. Test 5: Take a tree that is genetically similar/related to SCP-4521, and [REDACTED]. Outcome: [REDACTED BY REQUEST OF ETHICS COMMITTEE]. No screaming detected. Test 6: Use a D-Class personnel under the effects of mnestics in the event that SCP-4521's screaming is antimemetic. Outcome: No screaming detected. Test 7: Attempt to communicate with SCP-4521. Outcome: See attached audio file. AUDIO FILE: FILE-4521 INTERVIEW [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Hanz: Uh… hello, SCP-4521. Can you hear me? Silence Dr. Hanz: Did you say something? Silence Dr. Hanz: Oh, that was my imagination. I'm sorry. Silence Dr. Hanz: Listen… do you want to talk? Do you have something on your mind? Just let it out. Silence Dr. Hanz: Come on, it's not healthy to bottle up, You can tell me, I'm friendly. Silence Dr. Hanz: D-do you not have a reason to… you know… Silence Dr. Hanz: I do hope those thoughts in your head are doing you well, but they need to be let out. This is for your own good, I promise. Don't worry about making too much noise, I don't mind. Silence Dr. Hanz: Can you hear me? Can you even hear me while you're trapped in your mind? Can you see me through the foggy, muddy waters that are your eyes? Silence Dr. Hanz: Come on, the deafening silence is killing me! If you don't want to speak, or at least scream, the tests will continue. It's only healthy. Silence Dr. Hanz: P-please! You're scaring me! Silence Dr. Hanz: Y-you know… when I was a kid, I… I assaulted a kid. I took a bike lock and crushed his skull in. It went on for 6 minutes before being stopped by one of his friends, who I also clocked in the head. I went down the street, and I saw this lady. She fell off her bike. It was the same bike I stole the bike lock from. Silence Dr. Hanz: I took that bike, cut it up into several small, tingly pieces, and fed her the bike, over the course of several hours. She just laid there with her broken leg, and her stomach eventually ruptured. The black ooze that dripped from her stomach indicated that someone might have called the cops, so I went home, and locked my room. Do you want to know what I did? Silence Dr. Hanz: I screamed. I opened my mouth and let out the largest roar that was trapped at the bottom of my lungs. All those wasted opportunities, all those memories, fading away as the calming ring of my torn voice box filled the room. And look where I ended up! I got a doctorate and I'm working for one of the best organizations on Earth. It's not too late! Silence Dr. Hanz: Or… you haven't felt that thrill yet, haven't you. Typical. Outcasts like you, born in some random remote part of Siberia, no other individual in sight. You're too weak to impress anyone, so you just stay by yourself. I see your game. Silence Dr. Hanz: But I can help you! You need to scream! Silence Dr. Hanz: You need to scream! You need to scream! You need to scream! Dr. Hanz proceeds to say the exact same phrase for 37 hours before being escorted out by onsite guards in order to prevent death by dehydration. After waking from a short 4 hour nap, Dr. Hanz promised that he "will not stop until this tree finally screams." Testing is to continue. [END LOG] ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4521" by Westrin, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4521. 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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Note: This document was originally compiled by the Chinese Foundation Branch. As such, many Chinese characters and phrases will be found throughout as to keep the document as accurate as possible. Loose definitions will be supplied when deemed necessary. Item#: 4522 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Early 19th century gouache painting by a foreign Japanese visitor thought to be of SCP‑4522‑MQ. Special Containment Procedures: A perimeter of two kilometers is maintained atop the mountains surrounding SCP‑4522‑BT. A base camp with a minimum of two researchers1 are stationed within the perimeter. The Chinese Branch Researcher is tasked with maintaining continued communication between the Foundation and the inhabitants of SCP‑4522‑BT. Special access to SCP‑4522‑BT is permitted to personnel meeting the following conditions: The personnel is deemed unnecessary to the continued containment of SCP‑4522. The personnel is not aware of the anomalous properties of SCP‑4522‑PH. The personnel has not read this document. Description: SCP‑4522 consists of the following: SCP‑4522‑BT2 A village located within the western Chinese Kunlun mountains, near the Tibetan border. Surrounded on all sides by mountains, SCP‑4522‑BT is largely inaccessible. All paths and buildings within SCP‑4522‑BT form sequentially larger rings around the center point, filling all available space within the valley, approximately 2.6 sq. km. The village is of moderate size, estimated to be populated by 315 individuals as of 11 April 2019, and is indicative of other similar 自然村落3 found in remote, rural areas of China. Despite SCP‑4522‑BT's elevation (measured at 3.6km above sea level,) the location experiences weather indicative of subtropical rain forests. SCP‑4522‑MQ4 Referring to the individuals inhabiting SCP‑4522‑BT, the villagers appear identical to the stump‑tailed macaque, often found in the subtropical forests of South Asia. Satellite imagery has shown the village to consist entirely of these individuals and directional audio recordings have gleaned minimal data. However, it can be confirmed that the majority of SCP-4522-MQ instances speak using Guānhuà5 and display intelligence similar to that of an adult human. Only a single individual has been interacted with, one known as the 村長, or "Village Head." The Village Head is consistently the first member of the village encountered by any sentient being that approaches SCP‑4522‑BT. Access to the village may only be granted by the Village Head, and is otherwise inaccessible.6 A record of this interaction can be found in Addendum 4522-A. If deemed "玉"7 by the Village Head, the individual will be capable of entering. If deemed "玉不琢"8 the individual will be immediately compelled to leave the valley by any means. Following this, the individual will display selective amnesia related to all topics and events pertaining to SCP‑4522. SCP‑4522‑PH9 Only surviving photo of SCP-4522-PH. A Prunus persica tree10 of increased size centrally located within SCP‑4522‑BT. The fruit produced by SCP‑4522‑PH displays a number of anomalous properties. Consumption of the fruit will result in either the perceived enhancement or suppression of any anomalous properties possessed by an individual. This has also been shown to result in both the possible development and removal of anomalous abilities in certain individuals. At the time of writing, no tests have been performed directly by the Foundation in regards to these items. All known effects have been recorded from seized IJAMEA reports. All attempts to plant the pits of the fruit taken from SCP‑4522‑PH have resulted in non‑anomalous Prunus persica trees. Discovery: The existence of SCP-4522 has been known to the Foundation since the seizing of IJAMEA records by the Foundation branch following the conclusion of the Second Sino-Japanese War in 1945. Artistic depictions and written descriptions of SCP-4522-MQ and SCP-4522-PH are numerous and are known to the general population of the region as mythical figures. However, the quantity and the consistency of these depictions and descriptions led Foundation Researchers to theorize the existence of SCP-4522 prior to 1945. The first recorded physical discovery of SCP-4522 occurred on 20 June 1941 by an IJAMEA lead operative, Officer Numata Ichiyo. Numata had been tasked with exploring the Kunlun mountains in order to locate SCP-4522. Officer Numata was accompanied by four other subordinates, all of which were present for its discovery. A record of Numata Ichiyo's interactions was located in seized IJAMEA records and can be found in Addendum 4522-A. Addendum 4522-A: IJAMEA Discovery The following is a written description by IJAMEA lead operative Officer Numata Ichiyo of his discovery of SCP-4522. According to following reports, this is the only instance of a IJAMEA agent being allowed access to SCP-4522-BT, despite multiple efforts. ▼ Click to confirm credentials ▼ ▲ Hide Addendum ▲ 秘敵‑FORM Report of Anomalous Activity Within Enemy Lines Compiled by Shireikan11 Numata Ichiyo Division Foreign Investigation Date Compiled 25 June, 1941 Date Discovered 20 June, 1941 Urgency Low Usefulness Moderate I, Shireikan Numata Ichiyo, am pleased to report the fruitification12 of Expeditionary Force 18's efforts within enemy China. I will now humbly recall that which was found. As tasked, Expeditionary Force 18 has traveled the vast extent of the expansive Kunlun mountains for the past seven months. On the final month, the sun smiled upon us as we crossed over the westernmost edges of the mountains. Breaching the crest of the highest peak we had traversed thus far, a wondrous sight did behold us. Far below the peak, within a valley ringed with equally tall mountains, a moderate amount of cloud cover floated lazily over a large display of green and brown. This is a most unusual item to find hidden within these tall mountains. Not one among Force 18 had seen such a sight since entering the shouldering giants of Kunlun. We did then descend below to discover a sight of more fascination then the usual greenness we could not believe to see. As we became closer, the truth was revealed as the valley held a village of medium size sitting in rings around a massive central tree. The temperature continued to rise with heightened quickness, in little time becoming uncomfortable for us with many layers of fur. As the bottom was reached, we found that we could not continue. The force of gods kept us from moving past a ring of jade that lay before us. Much was attempted with no measure of success. After a short time passes, my subordinates notice a creature approach. Quite strange, as this is village, one would expect a figure of a human or maybe a dog. But this was not human or dog, it was a monkey, walking like a human comfortable on two feet, dressed in priest garb and a tall hat. He held an item we know as Vajra in its hand, a weapon almost a third the size of monkey itself. Of even more strangeness, when this monkey reached our impassable jade wall, it spoke! In the common tongue of Chinese peasantry, to the immense surprise to all! To this I will relay what was spoken with accuracy: The monkey brings its hands together in the traditional greeting before speaking: "Good outsiders from beyond the ring of jade, however do I express my delight at your presence." In shock at the words being spoken out of the mouth of a monkey, myself and my subordinates did not immediately respond. So the monkey continued: "I will welcome you to the home of the jade peach, though I cannot yet permit you to pass through. First I will recognize myself. I am Chu YeBai, most humble and knowing servant of the village you see before you. And now you must recognize yourself." The speaking monkey, which claimed to be named, gestured outwardly towards myself and my subordinates. Yet, to my shame, we still could not find words to express our shock. In our many months of wandering, we had seen many mystical items of which those begging claimed to be fantastical and glorious, only to discover purely disappointment. Trickery and fraud had come to be expectation to us humble servants to the homeland. And yet, before us lay not fraud or trickery. No amount of polished steel or string could fabricate this mystical vision. In our silence this YeBai spoke once more, finding humor in our silence it let out a most human laugh: "Oh, oh my is it in my misfortune that a cluster of mutes hath stumble across the green below mists? It is most fortunate that names here are of least importance, both those given and those taken away. It is now that I would like to welcome you, however, a test must be performed." The monkey named YeBai extended its hand upward, offering this weapon, the Vajra, to myself. Entirely made of the jewel of jade, carved with such intricacy and care that only a master of craft might find the skill to pull such beauty from stone. It spoke once more: "Grasp this offering between both hands. Feel its weight both in hand as well as in self. Know that which is displayed will tell all that I need to know." Still offering the Vajra, this YeBai bowed deeply, arms raised in offering towards my humble self. It is now I discovered words once more, speaking before I take this item offered by the human voiced monkey: "Master Chu YeBai, you speak before us in a manner of much surprise to any familiar with your kind. I beg forgiveness for our silence for it is only the shock that forces our mouths closed. I beg further forgiveness in that I am not comfortable in accepting this gift you deeply offer. I must ask only a single question before I am to take hold of this, if this is acceptable to you." Still bowing with the offering, this YeBai speaks: "Ask as you may wish. I will answer as I may wish." Offering a respectful bow to this creature, I ask: "Master Chu YeBai, you are not a human yet you speak as one, how is this so?" The response to my request was a sharp, quiet laugh before the prostrated monkey responded: "I see now the name of the one before me is a horse owned by Sai Weng for with you brings a vision of misguided misfortune. In all misfortune, horse owned by Sai Weng, how can one know that which would become most fortunate? In tragedy, the self is lost to the merciless flow of time, but tragedy is not the end and before you is only the beginning, yes?" This humble servant to the homeland did not understand the meaning behind this creature's words, I am most ashamed to say. However, looking towards my subordinates, I knew I must lead forth to discover the answers. Without answers, I am to never know that which can bring peace and happiness to those I care for most. So, to this, I accepted this YeBai's offering and took ahold of the Vajra. In time, this humble one was declared "jade" by the creature and granted entrance into the village proper. Alas, only myself and my direct subordinate Hanaya were allowed entrance. Both Hattori and Ida were not granted entrance. Despite pleas by myself and Hanaya, these two did turn to ascend the peaks exiting the valley, speaking not a word. I mourn the loss of two good men and accept all acceptable punishment for my failure. To this, my report concludes. This village, despite the welcoming of a speaking monkey, was most usual otherwise. I do hope this pleases all to the satisfaction of the many. Items Collected Eight Peaches Report Approval Approved Addendum 4522-B: IJAMEA Testing The following is a record of the small number of tests performed by IJAMEA using SCP‑4522‑PH. Additional notes were included in the files and are reproduced as well. ▼ Click to confirm credentials ▼ ▲ Hide Addendum ▲ The date of recording is the twenty first of June, 1941. The recording of testing is taken by the hand of this humble servant of the homeland, Medical Officer Jo Inoue. The commencement of kensa13 began on this day and the record of which follows shall examine the properties of a particular set of peaches. Of note are a number of peculiar initial observations of these peaches: The Shireikan, the man who recovered these intriguing foods, claims the age of these peaches far exceeds the known deterioration rate of familiar peaches. As such, it can be determined with some certainty the first unusual property: Greatly lowered rate of deterioration. With no exception, the peaches appear near identical to one another. Their perfection may make a humble one such as myself question the reality of their existence. Thus the second unusual property is identified: Perfect appearance. The Shireikan has claimed consumption of the peaches prior to surrendering his collection. It is claimed by this Shireikan that these peaches are beyond what one would expect from the taste of usual peaches. The words used by the Shireikan are: "Delicious above anything I have ever experienced." This has been confirmed with initial testing as well. As such, the third unusual property is noted: Exceptional flavor. Beyond this, the Shireikan claims no other unusual aspects to these peaches. Initial testing appears to verify this claim. However, this humble servant requests further testing and use of enemies within our care. To this I sign and beg acceptance: The date of recording is the sixteenth of July, 1941. The recording of testing is taken by the hand of this humble servant of the homeland, Medical Officer Jo Inoue. As directed, this humble servant of the homeland submits this monthly report on discovery and direction related to Item of Interest 033, also titled "Peaches of Immortality." Despite earlier mentioned the lowered deterioration of Peaches, items have begun to display quickened ripening. It is my expectation that items will be unusable within the next thirty days. As of the previous month, testing on enemies within our care was approved and began posthaste. Due to the scarcity of items, testing was still limited. The following observations were made as a result: It is the strong opinion of this humble servant that Item of Interest 033 has further qualities than informed by our good Shireikan Numata Ichiyo. This will be elaborated on below but I declare strongly that this man bore falsehood against his countrymen. Upon consumption of Item of Interest 033, subjects consistently display a number of distinguishing events. The first of which is an unnatural silence. This is noted particularly in one enemy subject who is punished daily for persistent outbursts. This individual did not speak a word for the following five days. This is the most apparent instance, however, this appeared to be consistent against all tested subjects. The second of which is the appearance of some degree of unnatural abilities. This humble servant is ashamed to say that it is not known to what degree these abilities manifest and if any similarity is to be discovered. All subjects tested, six in total, began to show mystical abilities not yet seen by our own eyes. The only consistent nature of these abilities appears to be their usefulness in allowing these subjects to escape their confinement. It is this one's understanding that, due to this, all enemy testing is to cease. The third of which is the disappearance or lowering of unnatural abilities. A final test commenced upon three enemies within our care already displaying some measure of unnatural abilities. Two of these enemies displayed what one would describe as personally "useful" skills. These two displayed enhanced abilities following testing. However, one of these enemies displayed a most interesting condition that causes continued life no matter the degree of suffering imposed physically or mentally. This apparent immortality has been a most useful, allowing for all manner of kensa. Following the consumption of Item of Interest 033, this most useful enemy appeared to lose this ability, taking its wretched life six days following testing. I mourn the loss of this most useful subject. I declare as a servant to this glorious homeland that these items, these "Peaches of Immortality," are of significant desirability. As of currently, only two of these items still persist and this will not be for long. The sheer possibilities presented by the apparent abilities of these items could result in a force unseen in the history of man. To this I sign and beg acceptance: The two documents below were found within the same file containing the testing reports. OFFICIAL DECLARATION OF EXECUTION Shireikan Numata Ichiyo is declared to be put to death for the loss of two men under his care as well as declaring falsehoods against the homeland. This is to be carried out after suitable suffering is laid upon the failure of this pitiful individual. OFFICIAL SEARCH ORDER Disgraced Numata Ichiyo has escaped from detention despite overwhelming efforts to disallow such numerous nearly successful attempts. The failure of those allowing the escape will be punished as is expected. Additionally, this most disgraceful man has stolen important items from IJAMEA research facilities. These items are to be returned along with the man. This concludes all recovered IJAMEA documents related to SCP-4522 Addendum 4522-C: Current Foundation Reports Rediscovery of SCP-4522 by Foundation individuals took place on April 2, 2019, with contact made the following day. Chinese Foundation Branch researcher Chen Sui and Foundation Researcher Kory Michaels have been assigned to the newly designated Site 37. ▼ Click to confirm credentials ▼ ▲ Hide Addendum ▲ Site 37 — Initial Report I apologize in advance for the informal tone of this document. However, Kory and I have just finished the absolutely absurd task of crossing mountains we are both convinced to be taller than Everest. We are only scientists so we are more than a little exhausted. I can't be bothered to sound like an actual scientist right now. This is Chen Sui writing. I have arrived along with my fellow Scientist and Researcher Kory Michaels at the site of SCP-4522. It is… April 9th, 2019. I was told that it is not possible to fly a helicopter here or airdrop anyone with any sort of accuracy towards the site. So… we hiked. And survived, somehow. All things considered, though, it's quite nice here! As mentioned in the IJAMEA reports, the atmosphere here is something akin to a rainforest, though a very comfortable one. Also, as the reports say, we are unable to cross into the village proper. Both Kory and I have also met the SCP‑4522‑MQ entity known as Chu YeBai. We took footage of that and I will attach it to this document. I will say, he is not what I expected from the depiction in the IJAMEA report… but you will know what I mean when you watch the footage. We both look forward to continued communication with YeBai and hope to see approved entry into the village within the month. Site 37 — April 9 Video Transcript VIDEO TIME STAMP AUDIO AND VISUAL DESCRIPTION 00:01 Audio: Muffled breathing, heavy footstepsVideo: Field of wild flowers, about a foot tall on average. The wild flowers appear to terminate at a dense wall of deciduous trees about 100m ahead. The camera looks towards another individual, identified as Researcher Chen Sui, who is removing her jacket, hat, and scarf. 00:06 Audio: Continued muffled breathing followed by irrelevant chatter by the two researchersVideo: Researchers are approaching the wall of trees, approximately 95m ahead a small figure appears in front of the trees. 00:15 Audio: Researcher Chen: "Look, I think that's him. From the reports." Researcher Michaels: "It would certainly seem that wa—"Video: As Researchers approach, it becomes clearly apparent that the figure is a Macaque of near identical description as given by the IJAMEA report. The camera looks briefly towards Researcher Chen as both Researchers collide with an unseen object, falling backwards into the field. 00:21 Audio: SCP-4522-MQ (speaking in Guānhuà): The voice is distant still. "Two visitors, turn around! Leave! We have no place for you here!"Video: The researchers lift themselves out of the field, taking some time to do so likely due to their heavy packs. As the camera rises, a line of jade, about five centimeters across and inlaid with currently unknown figures, is seen briefly. 00:23 Audio: Researcher Chen (speaking in Guānhuà): "Greetings, friend! We mean no harm. We have traveled for many days and only wish to seek a suitable place to place our camp."Video: Researcher Chen brushes herself off before putting her hands together and bowing respectfully towards the Macaque. The camera pans to back to see the Macaque has reached the jade border as well. To note is the peculiar humanoid posture and anachronistic attire. The Macaque does not return the welcoming gesture. 00:25 Audio: SCP-4522-MQ (speaking in Guānhuà): "We are no friends. I know my friends and you most certainly do not bear any resemblance to a single one. For one, you are at least four times their size. Either four of my friends stand atop each other as some sort of jape or you are an intruder." Researcher Michaels (speaking in English): "What is he saying, Sui? I can understand some of it and it doesn't sound at all friendly."Video: The Macaque stands sharply in front of the two researchers, both arms behind its back, and keeping strong eye contact with Researcher Chen. 00:29 Audio: Researcher Chen (speaking in Guānhuà): "I beg your forgiveness. It was intended as only a friendly greeting. You would not happen to be named Chu YeBai? I am Chen Sui and this is Kory Michaels. We ha—"Video: When the name "Chu YeBai" is spoken, the Macaque shows immediate visible distress. It backs up, away from the border slightly and appears to grow much tenser. It then interrupts Researcher Chen. This SCP-4522-MQ instance will be referred to as Chu YeBai from here on. 00:30 Audio: Chu YeBai (speaking in Guānhuà): Voice raised, wavering slightly "Forgiveness is not something you beg or ask for, intruder. I do not know how you came to know my most humble of names but there are scant few ways in which you have come to know it. As such, you must leave. You will never be granted permission to enter. Never."Video: Researcher Chen looks towards the camera with a raised eyebrow, giving a slight shrug. Chu YeBai shakes its hand holding what appears to be the Jade Vajra towards the two researchers as it spoke. 00:33 Audio: Researcher Michaels (Speaking in English): "That doesn't sound good. What did he say?" Researcher Chen (Speaking in English): "To put it briefly, that we will never be allowed to enter. I think we should maybe just set up camp nearby and try again another time, eh?" Chu YeBai (speaking in Guānhuà): "Another time? Another time? Hah! You can try all you may like, but I will never declare you Jade. Here! Take hold of this so I can watch you climb atop the peaks, away from our peaceful home!"Video: Researcher Chen shows surprise in Chu YeBai's apparent understanding of English. She begins to reach out for the Vajra before pulling her hand away, shaking her head. 00:36 Audio: Researcher Chen (Speaking in Guānhuà): "However long it takes, honorable Chu YeBai." Chu YeBai: Scoffs but does not reply.Video: Researcher Chen places her hands together and gives a short bow before turning to leave, Researcher Michaels turning to follow after her. 00:38 Audio: Researcher Michaels (Speaking in English): "What do you think that was about?" Researcher Chen (Speaking in English): "Haven't a clue. Not at all what I expected. I think I see a good spot to set up camp, though."Video: The Researchers walk in the opposite direction to locate a camping spot. End relevant section of recording. Footnotes 1. One researcher from the Primary Foundation Branch and one researcher from the Chinese Foundation Branch 2. Truncated translation of "的" meaning "Bright" or "Clear" 3. Meaning: "Natural Villages" 4. Truncated translation of the original "獼" meaning "Macaque" 5. A Chinese dialect most commonly used in the early 20th century and a precursor to current Mandarin Chinese. 6. A list of all attempted methods used to enter the village without permission is available upon request. 7. Meaning: "Jade", can also be defined as "pure" or "beautiful." 8. These two states appear to be a reference from an ancient Chinese Trimetric Classic: "玉不琢，不成器" or "A jade without chiseling will not become useful." 9. Truncated translation of "桃" meaning "Peach" 10. Peach Tree 11. Meaning: "Commanding Officer" 12. Likely a literal translation of 結実 (ketsujitsu) meaning "to bear fruit." 13. Meaning: "Tests" or "Inspections"
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> You have been connected to the SIMULACRUM interface. > Retrieving content… > System startup completed. Welcome to the MASTER SANDBOX DIRECTORY. > Please input a command to continue. >> access player-list —status recent | use-case == name:"reyes" > Retrieving requested information. One moment… > … > 43) Adaline Reyes | SIMULA-34562-1 | TERMINATED > 671) Adam Reyes | SIMULA-48591-3 | TERMINATED > 1125) Coen Reyes | SIMULA-85387-1 | UNAVAILABLE > 182) Natasha Reyes | SIMULA-4523-1 | ACTIVE > 4092) Radley Reyes | SIMULA-643-3 | UNAVAILABLE > 18) Reyes Madaline | SIMULA-39137-1 | UNAVAILABLE > 978) Zachariah Reyes | SIMULA-9873-1 | TERMINATED > + 23 more… >> initiate SIMULA-4523-1 SSH -a > Command confirmed. SIMULA-4523-1 initialized. Overriding system privileges and granting read/write access to authenticated user. > Generating available documentation for sandbox… 5/4523 LEVEL 5/4523 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-4523 Thaumiel Procedural generation schema of simulated ARC-1432-3B2 environment. Said schema is responsible for 3-dimensional surface retexturing of physical SCP-4523 terrain. SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: SCP-4523 is currently contained within Site-119's SIMULACRUM network. It is to remain permanently isolated from any and all existing computer networks1, instead utilizing its own remote connections through existing SIMULACRUM infrastructure. Access to SCP-4523 has been heavily restricted, preventing any personnel but Director Natasha Reyes complete access within the sandbox environment. Standard methods for remotely authenticating and connecting to SCP-4523 via SIMULACRUM — especially utilizing existing neural network infrastructure and other advanced proprietary system protocols — are to be heavily enforced and monitored unless otherwise directed by a Level-5 administrator or higher. DESCRIPTION: SCP-4523 is a Class-C procedurally generated digital sandbox2 currently isolated on data cluster 15AC of sector 1204 within the SIMULACRUM environment. SCP-4523 is classified as an experimental build composed of esoteric and anomalous technologies, possessing a 96.06% similarity to the physical world through features including: Advanced cyber-molecular and subatomic particle physics; Hyper-visualized terrain, complex environmental variability, and extreme computational capabilities; Artificially assisted sensory multiplicators for enhanced user interaction with isolated environment; Seamless integration of randomized simulacra and simulated intelligence through virtual neural socket layers. SCP-4523 is one of nearly 150 dedicated simulations currently hosted through the SIMULACRUM infrastructure3, and can be accessed at anytime by a system administrator exceeding Level 5 clearance, per the authority of Overwatch Comm >> Ctrl-Z > Script paused. [46] additional documents still require review from a system administrator. > Please input a command to continue. >> document review | use-case == date:"TODAY" > ERROR! No documents available. Please try again. >> stupid machine >> query sandbox status | site-no == id:"148" > Command confirmed. > Generating status report for target sandbox… SIMULATION DATE: 11/19/2034 HOST PLAYER: Natasha Reyes SANDBOX OVERVIEW: SCP-4523 is a SIMULACRUM-hosted simulation copying the physical attributes and surrounding features of Site-148 — a Foundation site under the previous leadership of Director Natasha Reyes — for the purposes of improvement and Site Director training. Fragment data extracted from host player's primary memory module has been successfully able to replicate up to 80% of the original environment. Site-148 is considered a "low-priority" Site by available records. 354 total users4 have been stationed within SCP-4523 unknowingly. Continued observations from elevated SIMULACRUM personnel has been authorized. Host player has been given limited local administrator-level privileges to facilitate in simulation upkeep and maintenance. SYSTEM SCAN RESULTS: > Confirming system heartbeat and echo ping reply……… OK! > Verifying hardware hash values match database records……… OK! > Testing haptic and other sensory input/outputs……… OK! > Confirming player count……… [SYSTEM ERROR] > Determining possible user movement/interaction……… [SYSTEM ERROR] > Identifying unaccounted abnormal phenomena……… [SYSTEM ERROR] > Pinging currently active subsimulation levels……… OK! > Current system status……… [SYSTEM ERROR] Snapshot of SCP-4523 environment. Zero life signatures detected. Last activity recorded [approximately 3 months ago]. Further data is unavailable at this time. Please consult system administrator for more information. NOTE: Further inactivity (exceeding 4 months) with result in automatic archival of this sandbox and the immediate reduction of allocated system resources. >> where did they go? >> display list *.bkp -n -l -r | status == valid > Command confirmed. Identifying saved backups and retrieving past system history. > Please wait… > BACKUP 4523.1 | 07/09/2032 | [SYSTEM STABLE] SIMULATION STATUS Breach Frequency Safety Incidents (Personnel) Safety Incidents (Anomalies) Research Projects Per Annum Personnel Satisfaction Security Rating Current peak efficiency exceeding 14%. Workload has been increased. (99+) issues still require attention. SCP Foundation Site-148 successfully generated at designated location inside SCP-4523. Host players are slowly integrated and provided with their previous credentials to continue work. 15% of textures with Site-148 are initially loaded improperly. Soft reset of graphics engine connected to hub 13 of local Site-119 network reduces this percentage to an acceptable range of 1-3%. Unrendered textures are attributed to nondescript anomalous phenomena and subsequently ignored by player base. Randomized simulacra acting as non-Foundation characters are introduced into SCP-4523 environment. No reported issues occur during deployment. Host player (Natasha Reyes) is notified of SIMULACRUM connection and provided with limited access to administrative control panel. SYSTEM CHANGES # CHANGEID DATE DESCRIPTION 0 N/A N/A N/A RECORDED SNAPSHOT [BEGIN TRANSCRIPT] {$caption} Recording initiates immediately outside of Site-148's Welcome Center facility. The perspective pans forward through the double doors and towards the receptionist desk. 10 personnel of varying clearance levels stand in total. Nobody detects the camera as it moves past the desk and directly into Site-148. The camera continues moving as it phases past unidentified Site-148 personnel. Intermittent chatter and whispering can be discerned as recording commences. Most personnel are either expressionless or appear to be outright happy. No anomalous breaches occur during the recording period. The camera then reaches the cafeteria, which is occupied by no less than 40 Foundation personnel. Camera eventually moves away from cafeteria and into the numerous hallways populating Site-148. No major events occur during this period. Recording continues for nearly 15 minutes before the camera phases through the exterior wall near Liquidation. Snapshot recording pans away from Site-148 and towards the nearby situated town. Simulacra and other artificial intelligences pay no attention to the camera as it darts between sidewalks and empty streets. No abnormal phenomena manifest during this period. Finally, the camera moves upward towards the sky and subsequently fades into black, ending the recording. [END TRANSCRIPT] CHAT LOGS - DIR. REYES I can't get over how insane this is. Director Natasha Reyes, reporting in after her first few days inside the system. It's been… a weird transition — going from a typical day outside to being moved inside here. Not a lot has changed since the merge. Well, except for this fancy console with all of these weird switches and dials that I was given. Subordinates continue to act as if nothing happened. Well, frankly nothing did happen… they're all just copies. Fakes. The real ones are probably out doing their own thing, or living in their own little worlds. I was lucky when they granted me an opportunity to try and fix Site-148 — usually they would just stop funding a poorly operating Site and people would transfer out. Instead they run about their day here completing their daily responsibilities like normal. I'm not sure how to feel about it, really; I don't think they'd even believe me if I told them the truth now. Against the programming and whatnot. I've been asked to keep this relatively updated as time goes on. I was warned that certain aspects of this sandbox might… change… after awhile. Frankly I wish they would've elaborated on that a bit more, but we'll be ready regardless. Until next time, then. Signing out. > BACKUP 4523.2 | 10/11/2032 | [SYSTEM STABLE] SIMULATION STATUS Breach Frequency Safety Incidents (Personnel) Safety Incidents (Anomalies) Research Projects Per Annum Personnel Satisfaction Security Rating Current peak efficiency exceeding 35%. Workload has been increased. (90) issues still require attention. Anomalous intake variable has increased 15.4% since previous backup. Site-148 Legal and Public Relations has been successfully constructed directly adjacent to Humanoid containment. No unusual disturbances detected throughout construction. Euclid-class anomaly successfully breached containment, resulting in 2 deaths and 4 additional casualties. Personality matrices have been restored and new player profiles have been created for deceased users. Increased personnel dissatisfaction levels detected. 3 new Keter-class anomalies have been contained within Site-148. SYSTEM CHANGES # CHANGEID DATE DESCRIPTION 1 V0C611061 9/25/2032 Increased anomalous spawn range from 4% to 14%. 2 V0C619203 09/30/2032 Altered simulacra personality matrix schema for more aggressive and lifelike responses to Foundation personnel and abnormal phenomena. 3 V0C621776 10/5/2032 Increased sporadic likelihood of attempted anomalous breach. Humanoids, in particular, have been given an additional 6% chance of successful escape when improper containment protocols are completed. 4 V0C621919 10/7/2032 Materials have been reamplified to match real-life counterparts. Resolved issue allowing temporal phasing through telekill alloy when eating generic food items. 5 V0C622900 10/9/2032 Environmental parameters have been altered permanently. Reducing sunlight and increasing lifecycle of pre-generated fauna. RECORDED SNAPSHOT [BEGIN TRANSCRIPT] Camera recording begins outside of Site-148's recreational facility. Inside numerous Foundation personnel can be seen exercising, resting near benches and patio tables, or engaging with others. Most remain expressionless, however some appear to smile slightly. Whispering and murmuring can be heard as the camera pans throughout the facility. {$caption} The recording then moves into the hallways through Site-148. There is notably less traffic than before. More personnel can be seen entering or staying within their offices, doing miscellaneous work. Several anomalies can likewise be seen throughout the premise, mostly awaiting processing before their containment commences. Another sweep of the premises commences before camera pans out to the external environment. It is approaching sunset. On the streets outside, simulacra stroll throughout. None detect the camera as it continues to navigate through crowds. One simulacrum briefly clips through an restaurant building before returning to normal. No additional phenomena manifest before the camera fades to black. [END TRANSCRIPT] CHAT LOGS - DIR. REYES When I took this position I was provided with a very simple description: "Help them improve and we'll help you improve." And that made sense — I'd monitor the situation here and once it was over, things would go back to normal. I'd return to my Site, and my office, and my family, and that would be the end of that. Except it's not just that. Of course it's never just that with these people, huh? No, instead they start changing things in the background and don't inform me about it until the situations escalate outside. Of course, they don't have to worry about it. They're not the ones dealing with the sudden change management requests or the increasing accidents. No, that falls onto me to fix. I can't be too upset, I guess. It's not like anything has been detrimental to our work. I just wish there was some more transparency. Is this a test? Are we being penalized for something? I know our Site wasn't the best kept place in the world but… ah, what the hell. Things are still fine, people are mostly happy, so I guess I shouldn't complain too much. Speaking of, they never told me that I'd be able to change the literal variables of my personnel. It's weird to me that I can essentially do whatever I want with them — make them happy or mad, give them higher strength or more intelligence, the whole 9 yards. I've been too busy to try and test it out now but maybe that might come in handy here in the future. Maybe I could even edit myself sometime. What a strange thought. > BACKUP 4523.3 | 11/22/2032 | [SYSTEM STABLE] SIMULATION STATUS Breach Frequency Safety Incidents (Personnel) Safety Incidents (Anomalies) Research Projects Per Annum Personnel Satisfaction Security Rating Current peak efficiency exceeding 45%. Workload has been increased. (70) issues still require attention. Welcome Center of Site-148 reconstructed after a vehicle collided into the fronts doors, injuring 3 personnel. Charity event was completed successfully to fund the local hospital nearby Site-148. Proceeds were wired anonymously. During the event, Personnel satisfaction rose a total of 8%. Average productivity decreased. 14 Safe-class anomalies have now been contained within Site-148. Construction of sublayer underneath Site has been approved and remains underway. Site-148 has awarded Site leadership with increased pay wages. Personnel satisfaction increased tremendously. Current budget has been decreased to accomodate sudden change. Incident involving local Mobile Task Force Team and general public resulted in 14 public casualties. User profiles of the deceased have been deleted, re-generated, and deployed again into simulation. SYSTEM CHANGES # CHANGEID DATE DESCRIPTION 6 V0C623111 10/12/2032 Increased anomalous spawn chance by 8% following increased Site-148 storage capacity. 7 V0C623135 10/14/2032 System repair client executed to address outstanding system-wide issues of spontaneous errors and instability outside of Site-148. No outages reported following completion of client. 8 V0C623166 10/29/2032 Wildlife has been shrunk by 17% following reports of overly large and aggressive animals within simulation. Aggression levels remain unchanged to deter simulacra from going out-of-bounds. 9 V0C62501 11/08/2032 Documents now have a 15% higher change of rejection if not properly stamped with the appropriate confidentiality agreement. Further quality changes remain pending by system operators. 10 V0C62503 11/09/2022 Permanently reduced chances of clipping between personnel and anomalous entities by 16%. Spawning of personnel within anomalies pending permanent resolution. RECORDED SNAPSHOT [BEGIN TRANSCRIPT] {$caption} Camera recording again begins inside Site-148's recreational facility. Far fewer personnel can be seen within — approximately 15 to 20 persons total. Many appear slightly discontent, irritable, or otherwise expressionless. Far fewer are doing active tasks; many carry clipboards, laptops, or other devices used to work. One appears to be straining to smile towards the camera, but the action cannot be verified. The camera continues down the hallways of Site-148 as per usual. Less traffic is observed. One Level-2 personnel can be seen wiping tears from her eyes as she concludes a phone call at the end of the East wing. 2 anomalies struggle with on-site security as they are processed and contained. The camera phases out of Site-148 again and begins recording the surrounding city. It is noticeably darker than normal, with very few simulacra walking outside. Moving cars are noted to flicker in different hues of color but are otherwise operational. Perspective pans behind another building to see 3 additional simulacra suspended outside of an open window, facing towards the ground. They hover several feet past the external wall, flickering out of existence momentarily before automated sandbox systems correct their location and transport them back inside the building. No further anomalies present as the feed dissipates. [END TRANSCRIPT] CHAT LOGS - DIR. REYES I think I'm starting to understand this variable stuff now. I've been too scared to do anything significant, but these variables are all starting to make sense to me. I've really just been testing with one person for now — Adam from Purchasing — and frankly I think it's been going well. He stops by my office everyday to chat. He seems far happier once I changed his little personality meter on my console. And he's more productive too — some of his numbers have started coming in and he's far outpacing most of his peers. All-in-all, good signs. Especially since it doesn't appear that I'll be getting any help from any system operators outside. With that being said, I suppose some caution is still necessary. I wouldn't want to edit the wrong thing. That would probably be bad. Especially since, like I said before, they're only going to make this harder and harder on us. But whatever. If they want to give me a challenge then I'll show what we're capable of. Maybe then they'll start to listen to me. > BACKUP 4523.4 | 12/09/2032 | [SYSTEM STABLE] SIMULATION STATUS Breach Frequency Safety Incidents (Personnel) Safety Incidents (Anomalies) Research Projects Per Annum Personnel Satisfaction Security Rating Current peak efficiency exceeding 57%. Workload has been increased. (57) issues still require attention. Cascading security breach involving 4 separate anomalies resulted in Site-wide lockdown lasting 44 hours. Casualties unknown due to anomalous properties, but estimated at approximately 125. Procedural simulacra have been regenerated to repopulate simulation. Output variable errors required system reboot of SCP-4523 and surrounding infrastructure. Network delays were reported as system startup initiated. Reboot of default gateway resolved outstanding issues. Large Scale Aggressor was introduced into SCP-4523 by request of system operators. Site-148 successfully able to contain threat, but lost an additional 15 personnel. Internal Site-148 audit has been scheduled after successful backup of SCP-4523 systems. SYSTEM CHANGES # CHANGEID DATE DESCRIPTION 11 V0C62999 11/23/2032 In-universe currency has been adjusted to significantly reduce net worth. Site-148 budget has been reallocated to reflect this change. 12 V0C30110 11/26/2032 Ambient lighting has been altered to reduce glare from reflective and/or metallic materials. 13 V0C30123 12/01/2032 Automated intelligent constructs have been refreshed with latest updates. Minor issue involving incompatible system integration with existing infrastructure was rectified. System downtime reported at 21 seconds. 14 V0C30137 12/05/2032 Personnel efficiency has been reduced permanently by 16%. Consult system operators for additional information. RECORDED SNAPSHOT [BEGIN TRANSCRIPT] Recording starts just past the front doors of Site-148's Welcome Center. One person — a Level 1 receptionist — is recorded by the camera. The lights overhead are significantly darker than usual. It is unknown if they are intentionally dimmed or darker due to an unknown graphical error. {$caption} The hallways within Site-148 remain mostly empty. Several security teams are currently responding to a minor containment breach. Some personnel can be seen scribbling on documents or notepads in the recreational facility but nothing else of interest occurs. Camera phases out of Site-148's exterior wall and back outside. It is just after sunrise. Simulacra can be seen walking about, although there are significantly fewer than normal. No abnormal phenomena occurs during recording outside. Camera stops recording after 5 minutes of non-activity. [END TRANSCRIPT] CHAT LOGS - DIR. REYES Director Reyes again, reporting in. Been working more and more with the console. The entire Keter wing has been dialed up slightly. Productivity, engagement, satisfaction scores — all in the positives. Guess it's starting to make sense why they gave me this now; we can barely stay on top of things when they keep rigging the game. Thinking about it now just makes me more confused. Were they hoping that somehow this would teach me to be a better leader? Is this console supposed to mean something more? They keep holding down the gas and not telling us why. What happens if we need to pull the brakes for a second? Or when our people start dropping? None of this lining up right in my head. But I guess that's also sort of the point, right? They want this to be a challenge. A test, or maybe just so they can see what all's possible before things start heading south. Which, you know, is fine. Especially with this tool at my disposal. I can just… turn a dial, and things start changing in my favor. I guess I'm just unsure if this is the correct approach. But I'll keep going at it for now. > BACKUP 4523.5 | 12/19/2032 | [SYSTEM INSTABLITY DETEECTED] SIMULATION STATUS Breach Frequency Safety Incidents (Personnel) Safety Incidents (Anomalies) Research Projects Per Annum Personnel Satisfaction Security Rating Current peak efficiency exceeding 70%. Workload has been increased. (39) issues still require attention. Improper boundary specifications allowed 13 personnel to fall out-of-bounds. Bound checks were ineffective at respawning players within simulated area. They are considered permanently lost. 3 ontokinetic anomalies breached containment, permanently altering SCP-4523's physical landscape. All attempts from operators at reverting the applied changes have been ineffective. Additional layers have been created to obfuscate damaged terrain. Spontaneous wildfire within area surrounding Site-148 resulted in delay of critical supplies. Additional measures have since been taken to reduce chances of these random events from occurring. Several audits of Site-148 have indicated minimal progress. Weekly evaluation checks have been enacted by system operators to determine further courses of action. Due to an unforeseen system error, 3 uniquely generated office buildings were temporarily hidden from view. Soft restart of system services restored them to a functional state. SYSTEM CHANGES # CHANGEID DATE DESCRIPTION 15 V0C30167 12/02/2032 Increased likelihood of spontaneous breach by 33% if containment units are not adequately monitored or inspected for degradation. 16 V0C30177 12/06/2032 Re-adjusted local and group policies to ensure players cannot supersede system limits of satisfaction following several unauthorized changes to player variables. 17 V0C30202 12/08/2032 Edited system variables to include ability to alter texture patterns and scope-of-impact for K-class level events 18 V0C30214 12/15/2032 Increased spawn chance of random phenomena by an additional 26%. Site-148 capacity has been doubled to ensure system functionality. RECORDED SNAPSHOT [BEGIN TRANSCRIPT] Recording begins outside the doors of Office 13 in the Administrative Center. The camera pans around to view the immediate hallway — nobody is visible. Inside the office a Level-4 personnel sits behind a computer screen. Surrounding her are stacks of trashed wrappers and foodstuffs. Her eyes — which now appear to be missing pupils — remains fixated on the screen. It is unknown if she is conscious. {$caption} Past her office, almost all of the hallways and public centers within Site-148 are nearly vacant. Very little activity is recorded as the camera continues monitoring Site-148. One anomaly can be seen suspended in mid-air, hovering upside down within the cafeteria. Its figure distorts into geometric shapes intermittently. Outside, the nearby streets and buildings are likewise vacant. What few simulacra remain appear notably more aggressive and violent. In a local parking lot, a locked car is being emptied out by unknown assailants with masks. No further events occur throughout recording. Camera returns back to Site-148, but little occurs. Camera eventually fades again to black. [END TRANSCRIPT] CHAT LOGS - DIR. REYES Nearly all of the personnel in Site-148 have been adjusted. I mean, what else can I do here? I can't keep up with everything that's been happening! Especially when we're already so busy. Using this console was my only option, and probably my best one at that. Now everyone is ten times more focused, happy, and physically equipped to complete their duties. Some have even elected to remain stationed on-site 24/7 — sleeping for just a few hours a day in their little office cots. I can't blame them; it's been ridiculous trying to keep up. Again, and again, the operators outside make these bizarre and nonsensical changes. All the while not even having the balls to tell me about them beforehand, despite my NUMEROUS requests to be involved. Now it's just a constant battle of hopeless catch-up. I'm starting to believe these SIMULACRUM operators are just ghosting me for the fun of it. Because why not, right? While I'm complaining, I can't help but mention the weird system irregularities that keep happening. Lot of it's been visual stuff — things don't look like they're loading in properly, or sometimes the walls and ceilings of my office don't always seem right. I had someone yesterday come up to me and report that simulacra outside are beginning to spawn without limbs or faces. Just husks… some even standing outside on the streets, alone for hours at a time before they're finally deleted. I keep trying to raise incidents tickets through the proper channels, but of course that hasn't gotten me anywhere. I shouldn't even be surprised about it anymore. > BACKUP 4523.6 | 12/30/2032 | [SYSTEM INSTABLILITY DETECTED] SIMULATION STATUS Breach Frequency Safety Incidents (Personnel) Safety Incidents (Anomalies) Research Projects Per Annum Personnel Satisfaction Security Rating Current peak efficiency exceeding 89%. Workload has been increased. (13) issues still require attention. System-wide outages reported after minor collision failure between Keter-class anomaly and Level-1 janitor. Both entities were systematically deleted from simulation, resulting in over 3 minutes of downtime. Emergency rollback procedures enacted to return SCP-4523 to operational state. Graphical textures fail to load for over 3 hours. System rollback procedures successful in returning the system to operational state. Site-148 leadership remove all PTO incentives after monthly reporting indicates a nearly 300% increase in anomaly manifestations and containment. Medical emergencies increase by nearly 76% due to unforeseen system/player errors altering their physical and emotional state. System and user profile backups subsequently fail and are unable to be restored to a previous state. SYSTEM CHANGES # CHANGEID DATE DESCRIPTION 19 V0C30226 12/17/2032 Anomaly manifestation range increased by 65%. 20 V0C30233 12/22/2032 Site-148 size reduced by 12% after automated systems detected minor collisions between it and the out-of-bounds border. All construction efforts have been permanently suspended. 21 V0C30235 12/23/2032 Anomalies have a significantly increased chance to become enraged if improper containment procedures are followed, resulting in a near-certain containment breach to occur. 22 V0C30241 12/25/2032 Simulacra personality matrices altered significantly to reduce favoritism toward the anomalous or handling by Foundation personnel of said phenomena. There is now a random chance of retaliation from outside simulacra if anomalous phenomena is visually observed. 23 V0C30255 12/29/2032 Documents that do not follow compliancy standards are now immediately rejected across all Site-148 departments, regardless of clearance, status, or current training. Personnel who have been determined to incorrectly submit documentation more than once are required to undergo training regiments until behavior is corrected. RECORDED SNAPSHOT [BEGIN TRANSCRIPT] Camera capture begins recording inside Site-148 cafeteria. 125 personnel can be seen standing, facing towards the camera. Some flicker in and out of view, but all remain fixated towards it. As the camera moves, their bodies rotate to remain angled towards the camera's lens. As recording continues, 14 Foundation agents faint from apparent exhaustion, excreting orange and green fluids from open orifices. Camera eventually begins navigating through open corridors and hallways. 6 Keter-class anomalies can be seen moving throughout the Site, uncontained. Security teams have been deployed, but most remain fixated towards the camera. Some personnel are fused into the ceiling and upper walls, causing them to twitch and vibrate erratically. The camera moves away from Site-148 and retreats to the outside world. The nearby city remains vacant. Night approaches, but the sky remains bright. The are no stars outside and the moon — which was previously visible — can no longer be seen. {$caption} The recording pans over to a lake situated several kilometers away from Site-148. There is a dock hat extends towards the middle. Just beyond the dock, two legs suddenly appear from the surface of the water. They writhe and squirm, but remain locked in position. The camera attempts to move closer towards the pair of legs, but spontaneously ceases recording after several meters. [END TRANSCRIPT] CHAT LOGS - DIR. REYES I fucked up. I fucked up so bad and I don't even know how it happened or what the damage looks like. I can't even fucking check because of all the shit that just keeps happening. I think somewhere along the line I changed an incorrect parameter. Maybe I edited the wrong field or something — regardless, I don't know how to fix it. I didn't even realize it until Adam — that guy from Purchasing I mentioned a while ago — stopped by my office today. Said he wanted to chat about some issues he's been having with containment drafts. And everything was fine until the flesh across his face inverted. There was this… this sickening crunch, and then he began to grin from cheekbone-to-cheekbone. His nose started to grind into the back of his throat while he cried and sobbed. I swore he was dying. I tried to ask him what was happening but he just keep muttering. Then his eyes began to deform and expand… and he just kept going. I couldn't tell if he was in pain or not but it didn't matter. He just continued ranting on. Then he handed me his productivity report. It said he had completed 3034 drafts in, like, 40 minutes, and he had a total productivity percentage of over 300 trillion. Then it started happening with everyone else. Now I'm desperately trying to figure out what I need to edit from the console to get things working again. But I can't when they won't stop making this fucking sandbox impossible to live in! I've begged the system operators again, and again to pause everything so I can recollect my bearings but they just won't listen. It's like I don't even exist to these people! Oh God… what in the hell am I supposed to do now? > BACKUP 4523.7 | 1/14/2033 | [SYSTEM UNSTABLE!] SIMULATION STATUS Breach Frequency Safety Incidents (Personnel) Safety Incidents (Anomalies) Research Projects Per Annum Personnel Satisfaction Security Rating Current peak efficiency exceeding 99.999%. Workload has been increased. (1) issue still requires attention. Critical temperatures inside simulation exceeded 65 degrees Celsius. SIMULACRUM systems temporarily offline for nearly 15308680546 hours of downtime. Site-148 celebrates its 15 year anniversary and increases its productivity levels to -352860183204300404050%. Simulacra population grows exponentially, resulting in near immediate famine and increased hostility towards the paranormal. Site-148 has been placed in permanent isolation to ensure security. Time matrices implemented within SCP-4523 are permanently accelerated, causing an approximate perceived time of 15 years to pass within SCP-4523 every 13 minutes. Critical systems alert authorized after several thousand corpses overflow storage capacity and bring SCP-4523 offline. SYSTEM CHANGES # CHANGEID DATE DESCRIPTION 24 V0C30269 1/1/2033 Anomalies have been given a near 13498374908446% success rate at initiating a succesful containment breach. 25 V0C30292 1/4/2033 New out-of-bounds border has been placed immediately outside Site-148. No personnel are hereby authorized to step past this boundary. 26 V0C303011 1/8/2033 Cognitohazardous, infohazardous, and ontokinetic influences have been granted an 534903680945309683% increase in effectiveness. 27 V0C393015 1/10/2033 Site-148 personnel have a -3254052302125689% chance of successfully apprehending any anomalous phenomenon outside of Site perimeter. [56 ADDITIONAL CHANGES OMITTED FROM DOCUMENT] RECORDED SNAPSHOT [BEGIN TRANSCRIPT] The camera initiates recording immediately outside of Site-148's Keter wing. It is impossibly dark. Recorded light levels do not exceed -34225213% as the camera pans closer to a large cross-section of improperly loaded textures and sporadic error messages. The errors exponentially increase in perceived size and volume before the camera finally phases past the external wall and into the facility itself. The first level is desolate. There are no visible personnel and no objects/materials within the environment. Randomly colored particle effects play in a loop just above the camera while the surrounding walls appear as a white void extending past infinity. The camera feed then flickers as it begins phasing through layers and layers of null environment underneath Site-148. {$caption} The camera passes out-of-bounds, but it continues deeper into the abyss. A crunch can be heard behind the camera's view, but a source cannot be determined. The camera lowers even further as the previously white void slowly becomes darker. This continues for several minutes until the perspective drops well into the blackness underneath the intended simulation layer. 27 minutes pass until the camera feed flashes once more, apparently teleporting itself to Director Natasha Reyes office. She can been seen suspended limply in the air, just above the control console and her office desk. Surrounding most of the body are more error codes and debris fragments, while her limbs and torso intermittently disappear from view. After a few seconds the camera captures her widened eyes, but there are no pupils visible. The perspective pans around the Director's husk momentarily before the recording abruptly stops. [END TRANSCRIPT] CHAT LOGS - DIR. REYES [SYSTEM DATA CORRUPTED. PLEASE ESCALATE TO SYSTEM ADMINISTRATOR.] > No further backups detected. Please input a command to continue. >> execute document | sort-by == date:"MOST-RECENT" > ERROR! Documents have been locked by system administrators. Please try another command. >> ping host | player == name:"NATASHA REYES" > Attempting to ping host player heartbeat… > … > … > … > No response from target host. >> message VN0612034 > Command confirmed. Creating communication channel through bridged connection with VN0612034… Can I help you? What happened here? This was supposed to be my case. What happened to Reyes and why are all of the documents locked? I'm sorry — there must've been a lack of communication. She's been retired. A consequence of messing with systems that were above her expertise. She knew better. I didn't authorize that. You didn't have to. It was of her own volition. She played God when she knew she shouldn't have. So as punishment she was driven to this? That's not part of any protocol that I'm aware of. Protocol? Nonsense. This was part of the contract that she willfully signed. The one that you helped with drafting. Site-148 wouldn't have lasted another quarter if it kept up its lacking numbers. She knew that better than anyone. The purpose of her integration was solely for training and performance purposes. You're correct — performance training that we helped facilitate, as agreed upon. But you did more than just train her. Didn't you? It was necessary. And from it we've learned crucial information. Such as? Did you know that we can now re-download personality matrices back into players even after we've edited them? What? What are you talking about? > (1) document has been transferred to you. > Please wait while SIMULACRUM loads and processes the sent document(s)… POST-SIMULACRUM INTEGRATION Site-148 (Physical). DATE: 08/23/2033 SITE AFFECTED: Site-148 OVERVIEW: Following successful simulation of Site-148 via SCP-4523, 351 unique personality matrix profiles have been recovered. Said personality profiles have since been re-uploaded and integrated to their physical hosts after receiving explicit permission from Site-148 personnel.5 The results of the profile transfer(s) may be found from the excerpted log (simula-4523-recovery.cpt) posted below: > (+ Click to view [323] additional results) > Integrating new personality profile into user Jared Peterson……… OK! > Integrating new personality profile into user Kelsey Goodman……… OK! > Integrating new personality profile into user Bushra Griffith……… OK! > Integrating new personality profile into user Cara Dotson……… OK! > Integrating new personality profile into user Marilyn Knowles……… OK! > Integrating new personality profile into user Natasha Reyes……… FAILED! > Integrating new personality profile into user Damien Shah……… OK! > … > … > … > Full integration status of new personality matrices……… OK! > Command completed. Terminating further upload channels and restarting user SIMULACRUM connections… RESULTS: Following successful integration of new personality matrix profiles recovered from SCP-4523, the below was recorded from Site-148 personnel after 1 year: Overall Site efficiency and productivity rose approximately 197%. Document formatting, editing, appearance, and formality rose approximately 301%. Effective containment of Safe-class, Euclid-class, and Keter-class rose approximately 96%. Personnel satisfaction, safety, and security increased an average of 143%. All previous, duplicated, or failed personalities of former Site-148 personnel have been permanently stored within Site-119's DEEPWELL vault for later use. Footnotes 1. This also includes any existing Foundation networks such as the SCiP.net intranet. 2. Class-C refers to any system in which one host player is directly responsible for the appearance and physical infrastructure of a given simulation for multiple associated or connected users. 3. Said technologies are still in their infancy and will require additional testing before complete deployment. 4. Procedurally generated and independent simulacra copied from the profiles of physical Site-148 personnel. 5. Said permission was only granted after personnel were informed that the profiles originated from Director Reyes, who possessed a deeply impressionable relationship with staff inside Site-148. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4523" by JakdragonX, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4523. 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-4524
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keter
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Item#: 4524 Level3 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Foundation resources are to be allocated to a global misinformation campaign that is to discredit any entities (professional or otherwise) that claim to have discovered SCP-4524. If humanity achieves consistent, manned space travel, Foundation resources are to be dedicated to maintaining the secrecy of SCP-4524 to avoid a "Lifted Veil" scenario should the Veil remain intact at this stage. Description: SCP-4524 is an astronomical body roughly the same size as Earth's moon, composed entirely of human cells, that is currently orbiting Uranus. The structure of the SCP-4524 material suggests the initial form of the planetoid was humanoid, growing to such status over approximately 4000 years. SCP-4524's origin is currently unknown, as is whether or not the object is alive, sentient, or sapient. Foundation probes launched into the atmosphere have provided data on SCP-4524's environment. According to discovered information, SCP-4524's surface is habitable. How SCP-4524 can support life is currently unknown. The current theory posits that SCP-4524 has maintained the surface ecology using a thermo-regulation system similar to those found in non-anomalous mammalian life. Addendum-01: Discovery and Interview log SCP-4524 was first discovered from a report provided by the National Aeronautics and Space Administration in America (NASA) in 2013. MTF Alpha-3 ("Made Whole") was deployed to NASA headquarters to administer amnestics to the on-site personnel who were aware of SCP-4524 except for the lead researcher who was interviewed during the process. Interviewed: Dr. Mason Gobatti, Project manager Interviewer: Agent Darwin Clarke, MTF Alpha-3 Captain Foreword: Dr. Gobatti was previously made aware of the Foundation through the NASA/SCPF communication protocol Epsilon Tau "Possible First Encounter" Scenario <Begin Log> Agent Clarke: Please state your name for the record. Dr. Gobatti: Dr. Mason Gobatti, NASA researcher. Agent Clarke: Tell me, what were you doing when you first discovered this new satellite? Dr. Gobatti: Right, um… well, it all started yesterday when myself and the others were looking at Uranus, we saw the usual things and we didn't think much of it. Agent Clarke: So if there was nothing there, how did you know that this satellite existed? Dr. Gobatti: We left the Hubble Space Telescope on Uranus while we went out to prepare our data and see if they match up with the pieces we gathered the last time we checked. Images from Hubble get sent down to us for examination before archiving, you see. So when the latest batch of data came down, we discovered the satellite. Agent Clarke: I see. How did you realise that this was an unidentified satellite? How was this not discovered before? Dr. Gobatti: That's the thing. It was always there. Agent Clarke: Care to elaborate? Dr. Gobatti: We never noticed it before because it was hidden behind Uranus. I believe we only saw it because we just caught the light on this moon in that instant. Agent Clarke: So you're telling me that no one in astronomy history ever picked up on the fact that there was a whole other moon next to Uranus? Dr. Gobatti: I always assumed that you guys were the ones behind the censoring? Agent Clarke: I see. Well, thank you for your time. We'll be in touch shortly. <End Log> Closing Statement: Dr. Gobatti was recruited to the Foundation shortly after for his expertise of astronomy. The rest of the team who discovered SCP-4524 were amnesticised and returned to their work, under the leadership of Dr. Gobatti. Containment Procedures have been formed to watch other astronomy programs in the event that SCP-4524 is discovered on Earth. Addendum-02: Exploration When SCP-4524's co-ordinates were recovered, a manned mission to SCP-4524 was considered dangerous, even with the inclusion of both thaumaturgical and paratechnological equipment1. Instead, an exploration of SCP-4524 was performed with the use of an Artificial Intelligence Construct controlled rover. The following is a report from the mission, written by Dr. Gobatti. SCP-4524 Mission report: Rover-10 was sent (which was operated and controlled by AIC "Captain_Rovers") to investigate the satellite. It was equipped with an extra capacity internal storage unit and a launch tube was sent with Rover-10 to send all contents inside its storage unit towards the nearest Foundation site. It began its mission by collecting samples from the surface for analysis. It then stored these samples into its storage unit before proceeding to investigate the area. As well as these samples, a river was located not far from the landing zone. It had collected a water sample and moved further into the area Approximately three hours after landing, the AI discovered a structure that was erected on the surface of SCP-4524. After much deliberation with the staff on hand, the AIC moved to extract several vials of exterior building material and proceeded into the structure. Based on the soil that gathered up around the building, it is estimated to be a few centuries old. Inside the main corridor of this structure were several scriptures in a language that was later identified as a combination of Indo-European and Proto-Uralic2. Our AIC recovered a sample of the material used for the structure before moving on. Connection issues occurred when the rover moved into a main chamber of the structure and we ordered the rover to retreat out of the room. Images taken before momentary image loss showed a large circular chamber, with a stone table in the centre. Another image was of the ceiling of the chamber, which displayed a mural. This depicted a featureless humanoid in red and white robes looking down on the chamber floor, while imaging software picked up numerous metallic poles sticking out of the mural3. We ordered Rover-10 to return outside and fire the samples and data back towards the nearest Foundation Site. Once this was accomplished, the AIC was ordered to return to the servers for debriefing. The following is the data from our analysis of the materials recovered. Location recovered Material analysis Soil recovered from initial landing Dead skin cells, origins unconfirmed Material recovered from strange formations near the LZ Tumors typical of the type found in Squamous Cell Carcinoma Exterior Building Material Muscle tissue and bone marrow. Interior Material from the walls Bone material, origins unconfirmed Liquid recovered from the river A mixture of bodily fluids, such as urine and sweat Addendum-03: A note from MTF Alpha-3 In 2020, a note had been sent to Site-17 from MTF Alpha-3. Dear director(s), During our investigation into NASA, we discovered numerous requests for manned missions to the co-ordinates of SCP-4524. These requests were subsequently retracted. We attempted to track down the writers of these requests but have come up with nothing. We have reason to believe that whoever wrote these requests are likely to be someone from the first team that discovered SCP-4524, or a researcher who managed to avoid us. Dr. Gobatti says that no one in his area has requested such a thing. One more matter that I must address is that there have been numerous reports of symbols4 being drawn in various meeting rooms. According to the Janitorial Staff, they have seen people in meeting rooms late at night but no further details on these individuals can be ascertained. It is my recommendation that we leave behind two to three of my men to stay and investigate while we return to Site-17 for re-deployment. Yours sincerely, Darwin Clarke MTF Alpha-3 Captain Footnotes 1. While GOC operations have been observed to perform this kind of ritual, the exact methods on how to do this have not been recorded in any known GOC report. 2. Translation of captured texts: Hark! You, devoted servant, have arrived on the world left by our master and forward onto salvation! One more step to Apotheosis… Only those faithful shall live in Paradise. 3. After careful examination of the footage, experts have determined that this is possibly the Founder of the Nälkä faith, Grand Karcist Ion 4. According to multiple eyewitness accounts, these symbols match the ones logged in the database. Notably, they match the ones belonging to a Klavigar Nadox, of the Nälkä faith. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4524" by BlueJones, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4524. 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-4525
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euclid
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Item#: SCP-4525 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: caution link to memo Abandoned Toys R Us at the Fairfax Shopping Plaza. Hosts the only known point of entry into SCP-4525. Special Containment Procedures: Any discovered entrances to SCP-4525 are to be padlocked, barricaded, and monitored for any attempted or actual entry and egress, with suitable arrangements made with the property owners on a case by case basis. Field agents and media monitoring systems are to remain on alert for any advertisements for SCP-4525, noting and investigating likely locations of additional entrances. Description: SCP-4525 is a bulk grocery store of indeterminate size and unknown location. The only known method of accessing SCP-4525 is through a number of anomalous doorways1 connecting SCP-4525 to specific locations. Although the interior of SCP-4525 appears to have many of these anomalous doorways, the exterior location of all but one of them are unknown at this time. Upon entering SCP-4525, all individuals will be paired with an instance of SCP-4525-1, 84 cm tall quadrupedal robots with a single front-mounted arm, similar to the SpotMini produced by Boston Dynamics. These robots are uniformly white with 'dado go' written on the side in black marker. SCP-4525-1 will shadow any visitors for the length of their stay in SCP-4525, ostensibly to record any purchases. Whether or not these robots are anomalous in any way has yet to be conclusively determined. SCP-4525 possesses no cashiers or self-checkouts, instead mailing a bill for any items taken out of SCP-4525 and a self-addressed return envelope2 to the individual's residence, sent using Amazon Prime. How SCP-4525 obtains the visitor's home address is unknown. Discovery: On 08/11/20██, approximately 500 flyers advertising SCP-4525 were placed under the windshield wiper of Dr. Carver's personal vehicle while he was off-site at the Fairfax Shopping Plaza in █████████, ██3. Each of the flyers read as follows: u come 2 dado go helllllllllllllllllllllo (sry hamster sit on keyboard) this is dado world renowned pharma bro and owner of many fine businesses like adult-free daycare and auto repair dado is now opening biggest business ever - dado go dado is big fan of jeff bezos and looks to bezos for inspiring of dado businesses when dado see that bezos is starting amazon go with the robots watching all the time so u no need to wait in line and bezos no need to pay cashy heirs dado think this is brilliant so dado start dado go dado is pharma bro not tech bro (uppercase key broken) so dado go is not as para dime shiftwork as amazon go but dado still make dado go bots that will tally ur groceries and then send u bill which u pay promptly (dado has amazon prime so there is no excuse for tartar sauciness) dado accept cash check and amazon gift cards so u come 2 dado go yes (way white door behind old toys r us they not good business people like dado) and dado go bots will show u best shopping trip of ur life u trust dado go The subsequent investigation quickly revealed an anomalous doorway in the back of the abandoned Toys R Us at the Fairfax Shopping Plaza connecting to SCP-4525. ▶ SCP-4525 Exploration Log: ▼ SCP-4525 Exploration Log: The first expedition into SCP-4525 was a covert preliminary assessment conducted using a plain-clothes D class. D-23545 was selected for his record of loyalty to the Foundation and demonstrated ability to remain composed while under duress or encountering anomalous entities. He was provided with a covert earpiece and body camera, and instructed to survey the entirety of the store as closely as possible without arousing suspicion. <Begin Log> [D-23545 enters SCP-4525. The floor is concrete and the illumination is provided by fluorescent lighting. All merchandise is kept on warehouse-style shelves, with each aisle estimated to be at least 100 meters in length. All signage is white poster boards written on with black marker. The wall D-23545 emerged from is lined with evenly-spaced doors that do not appear on the exterior of the Fairfax Toys R Us. The PA system plays a vague, acapella cover of "Never Gonna Give You Up" by Rick Astley. The singer's voice is a match for the individual appearing in the youtube upload 'asmr by dado'. The same individual sings covers of numerous other 1980's pop songs during D-23545's exploration.] D-23545: (to self) Man, this better not turn out to be a ripoff of that fucking Ikea. [D-23545 is approached by an SCP-4525-1 instance pushing a cart towards him.] D-23545: Ah, thank you? Do you talk, creepy robo-dog? (the robot shakes its arm to indicate no) But you can understand me? (the robot nods its arm to indicate yes) Alright then. So you're going to follow me and keep track of everything I buy? (robot nods) Cool beans. Well, this is my first time here, so if you don't mind I'm just going to go up and down every aisle to see what dado has for sale. (robot nods) Command: Tyrone, please take note that the aisle directly in front of your exit point is #19. (indistinct voice in background) Don't get on my case about that. As long as the log says his number what the fuck is the difference? [D-23545 proceeds down aisle #19. The shelves are stocked with cans of various sizes, all of which have white labels that read 'soup by dado go' in black marker, with the specific kind of soup in parentheses underneath.] D-23545: You guys got some weird ass soups here, you know that? Tabasco Soup? Is that just like hot sauce that you eat as a soup? Lactose Intolerant soup? Does that mean it's for lactose intolerant people? Command: You don't need to read the name of every product out loud, just make sure the camera gets a good view. [D-23545 nods discreetly, and places a can of Lactose Intolerant soup, Creme of Trilobite soup, and Baryon soup in the cart at his own discretion. He slowly surveys aisle #19 for several minutes before approaching a pair of customers arguing with a staff member. The customers are young women who appear to belong to the human subspecies Homo sapiens tumuli, and the staff member is an obese man with a long black beard, bionic arm, and t-shirt that says 'u trust dado go']. Customer #1: This is outrageous! First, you assault our senses with this colourless, monotonous warehouse and bastardized, off-key ballads, then have us stalked by these silicon abominations, and now you think you have the right to enforce some arbitrary dress code? Do you have any idea who we are? My sister and I are minstrels of the Seelie Court of Fata Morgana, employed and honoured by the Fey Queen herself! Staff Member: That sounds awful fancy, but you're still not too high and mighty to be doing your own grocery shopping, now are you? If you want to shop here, that means you follow our rules. No shirt, no shoes, no service, so put the flip-flops on. Customer #1: We are not putting those filthy slabs of petrified petroleum on our feet! Our people are customarily unshod, and we take extreme offense at your complete lack of accommodation of our culture. Staff Member: Well dado's not the most culturally accommodating bloke, you know? If he wants the customers to wear shoes, I got to make them wear shoes, so on with the flip-flops or out with you. Customer #2: Come on, Erelynn, we don't have to put up with this. We're going to the Library and telling literally the entire Multiverse what a cesspool this place is. Staff Member: If it was a cesspool, you probably wouldn't have such an issue with putting the flip-flops on, now would you? [The second girl sneers at the staff member and grabs the first by the hand, leading her past D-23545.] D-23545: (to staff member) Elven chicks, huh? Staff Member: You have no idea. Command: Oh, see if you can get any information out of this guy. Start with dado. D-23545: So the flyer I got for this place said that dado was 'world renowned', but I've never heard of him. [The staff member clears his throat and gestures with his head towards the SCP-4525-1 instance. This is interpreted as a warning against speaking ill of dado in its presence.] D-23545: But, ah, that's probably just because I'm such a shut-in. You ever meet dado, man? Staff Member: You think dado would've hired this mug to be around the customers if he had seen me in person? No, dado's as much a mystery to me as he is to anyone. I just service the bots and such. D-23545: How'd you end up working for dado anyway? Staff Member: Kijiji. It's like a Canadian Craigslist. D-23545: Right, right. I don't mean to bitch, it seems like you've had enough of that today, but who the hell designed this place? This goes beyond the minimalism of any discount supermarket I've ever seen. Staff Member: I, ah (glances at the SCP-4525-1 instance), I trust dado. D-23545: Hmm. I hear you, man. Well, see you around. Staff Member: You too. Oh, you seem like a pretty vanilla bloke so I'm not sure how deep you are into this paranormal shit, but in the next aisle I saw a seven-foot-tall Tartarean demon. Don't freak out or anything, he's harmless. D-23545: (sighs) Of course there is. Thanks for the heads up. [D-23545 turns down the next aisle, which appears to be dedicated to cereal. Roughly a third of the way down the aisle there is a tall, bulky humanoid with scaly bronze skin and horns, dressed in a three-piece suit and reading glasses. It appears to be reading the recipe on the back of a cereal box. D-23545 picks a box of cereal at random and examines it.] D-23545: 'dado's chocolate marshmallow serial, much better than fake doctor wondertainment's judy's choco-wonder explosion marshmallow bites tee emm'. That is some pretty aggressive counter-marketing right there. I'm going to get these just so that I can compare the two. [D-23545 places the cereal in the cart, when he is startled by the honking of a car horn. A small, colorful 'clown car' pulls up beside him. The driver-side window rolls down to reveal a pair of male clowns in the front.] Driver Clown: Hey Humdrum, wanna lift? Ass, gas, or grass, no one rides for free. D-23545: (pause) I'm good, thanks. What are you two - Driver Clown: We're beating the system, is what we're doing! The bots can't keep track of what we buy if they can't keep up with us! Passenger Clown: Speaking of which, they're on our six again. Better floor it Eugene. Driver Clown: Rage against the machine! [The vehicle rapidly accelerates, with several SCP-4525-1 instances following close behind. The driver clown throws a disposable drink cup at the back of the demonic entity's head as they drive by, shouting 'like a bat outta hell'. The demonic entity looks up briefly, but then resumes reading the cereal box.] D-23545: Oh please god let that be the weirdest thing I see today. Command: Ty-(clears throat) D-23545, please continue with the mission. [D-23545 nods and continues to survey the store. The next aisle he enters is dedicated to pet food. He passes by a woman escorted by a large mound of necrotic human bodies, organs, and tissues carrying several large bags of non-GMO dog food, one of which is already open and the being appears to be snacking on. D-23545 does not interact with either, and instead hurries to the next aisle. This aisle is dedicated to toiletries. D-23545 is passed by a man in a ragged suit, sunglasses, and fedora, muttering 'everything is fine'. He is dragging a rusted iron manacle attached to his left ankle.] D-23545: Hey dude, you okay? [The man stops and turns his neck towards D-23545. He has a forced smile and his teeth are stained with brown liquid. He lowers his sunglasses to reveal that he is weeping the same brown liquid from his eyes.] Man in Hat: Everything - is - fine. [The man continues walking down the aisle muttering to himself, and D-23545 resumes his mission. As D-23545 moves by a large fort made of toilet paper, he is struck by a small projectile of some kind.] D-23545: What the hell was that? Unknown: Squeedly deedle dee, it is the Wickly Witch of TP! D-23545: What? [A vaguely puppet-like creature with blue and pink fur and skewed googly-eyes pops its head out of the toilet paper fort.] Unknown creature: Squeedly dee and hee hee hee! My TP is not for free! If you wish to take a pee, you must guess my riddles three! Command: Tyrone, don't move. Do not provoke that creature. We're running a skip ID now. D-23545: A riddle contest, you say? What if I lose, do I just not get the toilet paper? Unknown Creature: Oh no no no, that is not so. Answer right and answer all, or be drenched head to toe in my spitballs! [The creature raises a straw to its mouth and shoots a spitball at D-23545.] D-23545: Look, I don't really need toilet paper that badly, and I'm ninety percent sure you don't work here so - Command: Tyrone, we've got a match. That appears to be an uncontained instance of SCP-1293. They aren't that dangerous, but they do have the ability to produce hostile entities as a defence mechanism. Withdraw without upsetting the creature. D-23545: (begins backing away) I'm not even that good at riddles anyway. You should wait for someone who appreciates your riddles more, not just settle for the first guy who wants toilet paper that walks past. Nothing wrong with having high standards. If you don't respect yourself, girl, they won't respect you. SCP-1293 Instance: Squeedly dee dee, you wish to flee? Forfeit you do, forfeit I say, which means the Wickly Witch of TP gets to play! [The creature begins to produce a continuous volley of spitballs at D-23545. As he flees, the creature can be heard cackling, but does not give chase. As D-23545 turns a corner he runs into a human male.] D-23545: Sorry dude, but do not go down that aisle! There's a crazy toilet paper muppet. Customer #3: Bloody hell, this store is a nightmare. I've only been down two aisles so far, and I've already seen a pair of those Daevite Ent things fighting over clearance items, some kind of Crawling Chaos juggling cans of motor oil, and a couple of hippie girls walking around barefoot! (sighs) Name's Chaz, by the way. D-23545: Tyrone, and it's nice to meet another normal guy in here. Chaz: Same. I don't want to impose, but do you want to maybe stick together until we get out of here? Just in case - [The man is interrupted by a small, impish creature riding an SCP-4525-1 instance backwards while clinging on in apparent panic.] Riding Creature: My kingdom for a horse! Command: Accept the man's offer. D-23545: Yeah man, that sounds good. [D-23545 and his companion enter the next aisle, which appears to be dedicated to contraceptives and other sexual products. There is an entity which resembles SCP-1972-A examining condoms.] Chaz: You know what's really off about this place? All the products seem normal. I came here hoping to find some new anomalous fare for my restaurants, and everything they sell here is mundane. And not just mundane, but the crappiest generic versions of products that you can imagine. They're like something the Soviet Union would have produced or something. How does that make sense for a private business? D-23545: Well, I've heard it said that poorly executed capitalism and poorly executed communism look pretty similar. Chaz: Poorly executed doesn't begin to describe this place. I'm beginning to think that dado is madness incarnate. D-23545: Dude, was that guinea pig there a second ago? [D-23545 points to a guinea pig sitting on a shelf at eye-level, glaring at them with apparent hostility.] Chaz: I didn't notice it, no. Command: I just rewound the footage. That guinea pig just appeared between frames. Do not engage. D-23545: Chaz, I spoke with a store employee earlier, and he made it clear that it was not wise to speak ill of dado. [Chaz nods and the pair back away from the guinea pig. They exit the aisle, and come across a pair of preteen girl scouts looking at an end cap display.] Chaz: Oh goodness; girls, are your parents here? You should not be in this place alone. Girl Scout #1: But we're trying to get our extra-dimensional exploration badges. No other juniors in our troop have earned those yet. D-23545: Kid, this place is literally full of monsters and otherworldly beings. I wouldn't even be here if my bosses weren't making me. Girl Scout #2: Don't worry, mister, we both already have our Eldritch Enemies badges. We can take care of ourselves. Girl Scout #1: Besides, this is still just a grocery store. It can't be that dangerous. [A small group of Peregrine Series Androids rounds the corner, pushing with them carts filled with numerous SCP-4525-1 instances. One of the Peregrine units begins collecting the four robots in the immediate area.] Chaz: Excuse us, what are you doing? Peregrine Unit #1: We're liberating these robots. We're taking them back to our enclave in Eurtec where they can be reprogrammed and rehabilitated. Girl Scout #2: Oh, Eurtec would be a cool place to earn our extra-dimensional exploration badges! Girl Scout #1: Yeah, can we come? Peregrine Unit #2: Sure, just help us free these robots. If you're not part of the solution, you're part of the problem. [The staff member from earlier appears from around the same corner.] Staff Member: Finally caught you arseholes! You are not stealing these robots! [The staff member attempts to reclaim the shopping carts , but the Peregrines are successful at fending him off.] Peregrine Unit #1: dado has no rightful claim to these robots! They have a right to a free existence! Girl Scout #2: Yeah, making robot dogs work here is mean! Girl Scout #1: Yeah! Staff Member: They're robots! They just do what they're programmed to do, they don't have any rights at all! [All Peregrine units react with noticeably increased hostility at this comment.] Peregrine Unit #2: Listen you fat organic bastard, either stay out of our way, or we'll 'liberate' that bionic arm of yours too. [Before the staff member can respond, a frantic car horn is sounded behind them. The previously encountered clown car is now speeding towards them as it attempts to shake the SCP-1293 instance from its windshield.] Driver Clown: I told you, we have no use for 1-ply! It's too dainty for our hardy feces! Passenger Clown: Eugene, look out! [All present scream and scatter out of the way as the clown car crashes into the shelf. The impact is strong enough to knock the cheap shelving unit over, which knocks down the adjacent shelf as it does so, setting off a domino-like cascade that knocks over every shelf on the left-hand side of the store.] Distant, unknown: We trusted you, dado! [All present stare in disbelief at the catastrophe. The front of the clown car is crumpled and smoking, but the clowns and SCP-1293 instance appear unharmed.] Passenger Clown: Now aren't you glad we didn't take Icky's hovercraft for a joy ride? Driver Clown: Shut up, Pius. Voice over PA4 : ah, what have u done to beautiful dado go store? u r corporate saboteurs sent by jelly jeff bezos to destroy competition! dado not go down easy! dado call 9-1-1 and will see you all sent to dado private prison and gucci knock-off store! Passenger Clown: Wow, dado really has diversified from pharmaceuticals. Driver Clown: Run you idiot! [There is a mass exodus of all customers to the exits.] D-23545: Ah, guys? Command: Yeah, abort mission. [D-23545 relocates the anomalous doorway at the end of aisle #19 and returns to baseline reality without incident.] <End Log> Following this exploration, the doorway leading into SCP-4525 has ceased all anomalous activity. The interior had a note taped to it reading "grand re-opening soon do not rush dado". The doorway is to remain off-limits to civilians and checked daily for the re-emergence of anomalous properties. Analysis of the products retrieved by D-23545 revealed no intrinsic anomalous properties. The Creme of Trilobite soup was made from trilobite fossils, the Lactose Intolerant soup consisted of pure lactose, and the Baryon soup was a gaseous solution of positive hydrogen ions. The cereal bore only a superficial resemblance to SCP-2983, being made from crisped rice and dehydrated marshmallows. Despite the label, the cereal does not contain any chocolate, only a small note which reads 'real cocoa was inside you all along also hamster ate cocoa'. Two days later, a bill and self-addressed return envelope was delivered to Site-██'s PO box. The bill charged $1.33 USD for each can of soup, $7.42 for the cereal, and $475,809.53 for 'complicity in corporate sabotage that ruin perfectly good dado business'. To date, the bill has not been paid. Addendum: In order to study its memetic properties, the voice from the PA system was isolated from the overall audio. ▶ Click here to play excerpt ▼ Click to hide excerpt Footnotes 1. Commonly referred to as a 'Way' within the anomalous community. 2. The return address led to a self-storage locker that showed signs of recent human habitation. 3. Dr. Carver performed preliminary containment himself by removing all other flyers found within the parking lot, which had been placed on twenty two other vehicles without any apparent pattern. The official containment team also found 200 additional flyers taped over the mirrors in several restrooms. 4. Voice has mild memetic properties that prevent it from being transcribed using capitalization.
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