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SCP-3920 | euclid | Item#: 3920 Level3 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: caution link to memo An SCP-3920 induced lightning strike, as viewed by Observational Plane San-14. Special Containment Procedures: Subjects that experience or witness SCP-3920 are to be amnesticized and provided appropriate replacement memories. Cover stories regarding non-anomalous targets will be disseminated after SCP-3920 occurs. All artillery shells produced by SCP-3920 will be transferred to the nearest Armament Storage Facility or destroyed. Description: SCP-3920 is a phenomenon that generates a variable number of BL 9.2-inch howitzers (SCP-3920-A instances) in the Canadian Rockies. The following requirements must be met to initiate SCP-3920: A person (hereafter referred to as the "subject") must be over 3km from the nearest town or city One or more persons or entities (hereafter referred to as "targets") with the intent to harm the subject must be within a .5km vicinity of the subject The local time must be between 10:00 p.m. and 2:00 a.m. The following can increase the likelihood of SCP-3920's initiation: The subject is a Canadian citizen The subject is or was a member of the Canadian Armed Forces Multiple targets are present A cumulonimbus cloud is present near the subject SCP-3920 begins with lightning strikes occurring in the area around the subject, corresponding to the number of targets. An SCP-3920-A instance instantaneously manifests at the site of each strike. Each howitzer is operated by several luminous, translucent humanoid entities wearing Canadian World War I army uniforms (SCP-3920-B instances). The SCP-3920-B operate the howitzers and will fire shells at the targets with high precision until a shell has collided with each target, invariably resulting in their deaths. Detonation occurs if the subject is outside of each shell's blast radius. Non-detonated shells have a variation of the following message engraved on their surface: Greetings from 1st Brigade C.F.A.!1 When all targets are dead, lightning bolts will manifest and hit each SCP-3920-A instance, with the anomalies vanishing after. Although SCP-3920-B instances primarily focus on the operation of SCP-3920-A, limited interactions may occur with subjects. These interactions include salutes to the subject if they are current or former Canadian military personnel, waves, and thumbs up gestures. On one occasion a child subject was handed an Individual Meal Pack2 by an instance. Addendum: On 18-August-2018, Agent Flynn was dispatched on a mission to subdue PoI-1258 after the subject stole an anomalous object. At 1:40 a.m. the following day, Agent Flynn entered a confrontation with the subject at the edge of Lake O'Hara. PoI-1258 consumed Flynn's weaponry and was preparing to strangulate him when SCP-3920 was initiated. Two SCP-3920-A instances manifested in the vicinity of both subjects, each firing a shell that hit the other instance instead of the subjects. PoI-1258 swam into the lake at this point, presumably using the object to become camouflaged with their surroundings. The SCP-3920-B instances that had operated both howitzers convened near the location of Agent Flynn, appearing to enter a heated discussion while displaying signs of confusion. One instance then handed Flynn a slip of paper with the following text on it. Bit of a screwup [sic] here All instances subsequently demanifested after a single lightning strike. Footnotes 1. The 1st Brigade, C.F.A., an artillery unit used in the 1st Canadian Infantry Division during World War I. Several soldiers who served in the unit were reported missing after going on trips to areas around the Rocky Mountains. 2. A field ration used by the Canadian Armed Forces, introduced in 2005. How the rations were acquired is unknown. |
SCP-3921 | keter | Item #: SCP-3921 Special Containment Procedures: Foundation personnel are to disguise themselves as security guards and are to monitor the "Tower of Winds" historical landmark. As a result of the common knowledge of the monument, civilian access is allowed, however, only through guided tours by Foundation personnel. There is to be a checkpoint located near each of the two entrances of the monument to prevent any individuals from defacing or destroying anything inside the structure. Bullet-proof glass lined with graphene is to be placed across the various murals inside the tower to prevent from any hostile-entity interacting with them. The keyholes that are located within the building are to be filled with concrete as to ensure that the murals are never completed. Foundation personnel are to capture any hostiles that attempt to reach the inner sanctum of the tower. Due to the inherent differences in the effects of Eos-type1 by the events caused by SCP-3921, separate containment procedures are outlined below. +Turquoise-Level Event Containment Procedures - Access Granted Foundation personnel are to occupy various meteorological observatories centered around the Arctic Circle in the Northern Hemisphere and to monitor weather balloons focused anywhere above 45°N. If instances of SCP-3921-α are reported by personnel not during the typical designated interval, they should report directly to Foundation Site-18. Members of the public where SCP-3921-α occurs will be evacuated under the pretense of deadly blizzard conditions. In cases where the citizen is not willing to leave their residence, non-lethal force and the use of amnestics to forcefully evacuate them are approved due to the danger of contact with SCP-3921-α. +Amber-Level Event Containment Procedures - Access Granted Foundation personnel will expunge any data regarding considerable windstorms that occur annually on February 11th. Further containment procedures of Amber-Level events is still under development. Currently, due to the event's anti-memetic properties and low damage threshold, it is presently low-priority for any further containment additions. +Verdant-Level Event Containment Procedures - Access Granted Foundation personnel are to monitor meteorological forecasts and immediately report any occurrence of unusual cloud formation during the month of January. When an instance of SCP-3921-φ is reported, the designated Mobile Task Force will respond to the region that is to be impacted. Drones with infrared capabilities are to scan the area and aerially disperse sleep-inducing compounds due to the need for swift evacuation of the surrounding area. Foundation personnel will then procure the residents and place them in a secure location. After the conclusion of the event, residents will be given amnestics and a cover story of a carbon monoxide leak will be used as a pretense. Simultaneously, foundation personnel will dissipate bromomethane to terminate all insects, rodents, and fungi in the area. Sulfometuron methyl will be used to terminate trees and vegetation in the area. The termination of all life-forms in the area instead of standard relocation (as used in Turquoise-Level Events) is due to the rapid onset of the event and the particular danger of this event's mutagenic properties. At the conclusion of the Verdant-Level Event, all vegetation shall be replanted and appropriate animals and insects relocated to repopulate the area. Description: SCP-3921 is a set of eight incomplete stone carved murals located in the main altar room of the Tower of Winds monument located in Athens, Greece. The tower has one main, octagonal room that is approximately fifteen meters in diameter. Every wall of the room has an elaborate mural depicting the Greek gods of wind, each of whom were assigned a cardinal direction to govern over. The group of eight deities as a whole are commonly known as the "Anemoi." Each mural’s center consists of a block that is jutted out of the rest of the mural’s image, marking the image as incomplete. Each block contains a pictographic image of a weather related event that is associated with its respective god. All the blocks contain an aperture within which a specific key needs to be placed in order for it to be pushed into the mural, thus completing the image. The keys will from now be known as SCP-3921-1. Listed below is information regarding SCP-3921 and SCP-3921-1: +Descriptions of Murals for Archival Purpose - Access Granted North Mural God: Aquilo (God of the North Wind) Mural Description: Aquilo is pictured as a disheveled man with long hair that is flowing to the sides of his shoulders. He is also wearing a heavy set cloak with the words “Septentrio” emblazoned across the cloak’s chest. In one hand, Aquilo is sounding a conch shell and in the other he is holding a reign which is attached to twelve horses. Each horse has several cuts and scars which are discharging blood. Block Description: Four monks praying Notes regarding Key: Found in the crypt of Andronicus of Cyrrhus in the ruins of the ancient Macedonian city of Hagioupolis in 1793. Used to activate mural initiating the Turquoise-Level Event. Key is made of Lapis-Lazuli and head is designed in the shape of a snowflake. Currently in Foundation containment. West Mural God: Zephyrus (God of the West Wind) Mural Description: Zephyrus is a middle-aged man wearing a royal mantle and a crown. He is standing at the edge of a cliff pointing out to an ocean that is aside of the cliff. Following the direction of his finger is a single line of humans who appear to cyclically walk off the cliff face. Block Description: Human brain being struck by lightning bolt Notes regarding Key: Currently in the possession of the ORIA. Records indicate key was located in The Library of Hadrian in Athens up until 1461. Ottoman conquest of Attica in 1460 led to its disclosure and acquisition by the Ottoman government forces. Has been in ORIA containment since 1904. Details on features of the key have not been available. However, records indicate that when government officials transported the key from Athens to Constantinople it had to be enclosed by a large cubic steel container. South Mural God: Auster (God of the South Wind) Mural Description: Auster is depicted as a young man with long hair covering his face. Multiple copies of Auster are holding hands while circling a tree. There are also numerous clouds raining hail. Block Description: Heptagram encompassing alchemical symbol for Lead Notes regarding Key: Unlike the other murals, Auster’s corresponding block has seven keyholes. Four of which are currently in Foundation containment. The keys have no unusual qualities. East Mural God: Vulturnus(God of the East Wind) Mural Description: Vulturnus is completely shrouded in a cloak making his features unidentifiable. He is sitting in a meditative position in the caldera of a volcano. Block Description: none Notes regarding Key: Key has currently not been found. Northeast Mural God: Apeliotes (God of the Northeast Wind) Mural Description: Apeliotes is depicted as a young teenager with curly hair. He is wearing a traditional Greek chiton and is barefoot. He is spreading seeds on the ground of a farm. Along with this, cows are also shown grazing on the farm field. Block Description: Group of Trees with leaves flowing to the ground Notes regarding Key: Currently missing. Key had first appeared when POI-7543 entered the Tower of Winds disguised as a tourist. POI-7543 then successfully broke the containment barrier surrounding the Apeliotes mural. Foundation personnel successfully terminated POI-7543, however, the moment the blood of POI-7453 contacted the key, an exact copy of POI-7453 started to emerge from the head of the key. This copy then successfully activated the Apeliotes mural, which initiated the Verdant-Level Event. During the subsequent earthquake, the copy of POI-7453 escaped with the key. According to the after-report, the key appeared “fleshy” and was “pulsating” as POI-7543 held it. Northwest Mural God: Libonotus (God of the Northwest Wind) Mural Description: Libonotus is pictured as a young infant. His expression is jovial and his only article of clothing is a loincloth. He is shown eating food on a dinner table. The skeletons sitting around the table appear in poses that suggest laughter or bemusement. Block Description: Recursive spiral design Notes regarding Key: Currently missing. First record of existence located in catalogue of Napoleon Bonaparte's anomalous item collection. Last seen during Marshal, Carter and Dark auction in 1954. Records indicate that key is made of human bone. Southeast Mural God: Phoenicias (God of the Southeast Wind) Mural Description: Phoenicias is commemorating a festival in the middle of street. His age and features are ambiguous and the only discernible quality is that he is shown to be frowning juxtaposing his surroundings. Encircling him are other Greeks who are dancing and celebrating. Block Description: Kylix2 drinking cup overflowing with wine Notes regarding Key: Currently missing. Phoenicias' mural has been completed since the construction of the Tower in ████ BCE. This mural has initiated the Amber-Level Event. Southwest Mural God: Thrascias (God of the Southwest Wind) Mural Description: Mural is in an extremely decayed state and no image is decipherable. Block Description: The block is absent from the mural. Structural damage around where the block should be located suggests that it was forcibly removed. Notes regarding Key: Currently missing Kant sensor array imaging has revealed that the internal structure of both the mural and pushing stone is controlled by a single large Antikythera mechanism. Noticeably, the mechanism is many times more complex than any other known mechanism of the same kind, containing hundreds of interlocking bronze gears and copper cogs. Marble sculpture of all eight “Anemoi” located on the frieze of the Tower When a block is pushed in completely the now fully finished mural will intensely glow for approximately 30 seconds while an minor earthquake of magnitude 2.5 will occur. A block is only able to be pushed into the mural if it is unlocked with a corresponding key. As of 20██, three of the nine murals have been completed. After the earthquake, an anomalous weather or atmospheric event will manifest. These phenomenon will occur in a designated time period that is fixed for each separate occurrence. Foundation anthropologists and symbologists are assigned to study the images depicted on the murals and blocks, as they seem to imply what their particular anomalous weather event will occur when their murals are completed. The atmospheric events as a whole have been anointed the name Eos-type events. Archived below are descriptions of Eos-type events that have been generated by SCP-3921: +Turquoise-Level Event Description - Access Granted Turquoise-Level Event A Turquoise-Level Event is a recurrent snow storm that occurs semi-annually during the weeks of the winter and summer solstice. The anomalous snowstorm is best indicated by the gathering of cumulonimbus clouds moving abnormally quickly towards a centralized location, usually a populated or residential area. The snowstorm will usually emerge during midday and the onset of snow will usually take two days after the first signs of the event’s occurrence. From this point onwards the snowstorm will be referred to as SCP-3921-α. SCP-3921-α will usually last for approximately 90 to ████ minutes during which time the precipitating snow will be gray or black in color and the snow-bearing clouds will change from a normal white coloration to a maroon hue with the onset of the storm. The clouds will from now be known as SCP-3921-ω. The moment that a large mammal or human comes into skin contact with any of the snow generated by SCP-3921-ω they will be classified as SCP-3921-λ. SCP-3921-λ instances will then scan their surrounding area and attempt to cover themselves completely with any snow generated by SCP-3921-ω. If the SCP-3921-λ instance is successful in completely covering its body and face it will raise its hands in a cupped formation and gradually start to break apart into minuscule segments, while floating upwards towards SCP-3921-ω and will, eventually, be assimilated into SCP-3921-ω. At the end of SCP-3921-α, all gray and dark-colored snow will alter back to its original white tint and become non-anomalous. As well, all SCP-3921-ω instances will also change back to a white coloration and become non-anomalous. Testing of SCP-3921-α has revealed that the duration of SCP-3921-α is directly proportional to the mass of SCP-3921-λ instances assimilated into SCP-3921-ω instances, thus showing that SCP-3921-λ acts as a "fuel" for SCP-3921-α. The base duration with zero SCP-3921-λ instances subsumed has been determined to be 90 minutes. Mobile Task Force Xi-11 ("Frost-Freaks") are assigned to capture any SCP-3921-λ instances that remain after SCP-3921-α, especially wildlife, in the case that some instances do not become incorporated into SCP-3921-ω. Occasionally, witnesses of SCP-3921-α will recall that SCP-3921-ω will be escorted by a humanoid wearing a maroon colored cloak. +Amber-Level Event Description - Access Granted Amber-Level Event An Amber-Level Event is a high-speed derecho which will from now be referred to as SCP-3921-ξ. A derecho is a widespread, straight-line wind storm with a length of 400 to 700 kilometers. Wind speeds of derechos reach nearly 210 km/h and are known for their particular ability to be able to topple large swathes of forest. SCP-3921-ξ occurs annually on the 11th of February. Areas affected by SCP-3921-ξ will seem to develop a red tint as the Amber event rains down non-anomalous red dust to areas it impacts. Humans who view the windstorm caused by SCP-3921-ξ develop an intense urge to celebrate the ancient Greek holiday of Anthesteria, which occurs on the same day as instances of SCP-3921-ξ. Humans who are impacted will celebrate in the outdoors and common activites shown by those effected are to drink copious amounts of alcohol and dance traditional Greek dances such as the sirtaki and kalamatianos. SCP-3921-ξ exists for approximately 24 hours and during that time all humans who are influenced will force those unaffected to stare at SCP-3921-ξ as it passes by. SCP-3921-ξ also possesses an anti-memetic property, causing affected individuals to have no memory of their actions during the event and will continue as they were before the event. Along with this, all structural and environmental damage caused by the wind speeds will be reversed by the end of the event. Foundation drone imaging have discovered that at the head of the derecho is a humanoid sitting on a cloud playing a lyre. Due to extreme wind speeds, the drone was not able to approach further. +Verdant-Level Event Description - Access Granted Verdant-Level Event A Verdant-Level event is a gaseous vortex that occurs during the month of January. The vortex will now be further referred to as SCP-3921-φ. The occurrence of the SCP-3921-φ is confirmed by the formation of unnatural cloud coverage over a populated area, most commonly in the shape hollow semi-dome. SCP-3921-φ has been known, however, to encompass entire areas in a complete wind dome. Wind speeds during the vortex will usually range 150-200 km/h. However, this only occurs on the outer dome of the windstorm allowing the interior of the storm to be unaffected by the wind. This, effectively, makes entrance to the area impossible due to the wind speed and at the same time contains all entities inside SCP-3921-φ till its conclusion. The vortex will begin formation from 12 am to 6 am and its anomalous effects will materialize during the peak of the windstorm which normally occurs during noon. The cyclone will, therefore, last approximately six hours. During this time, the interior of SCP-3921-φ will start to emanate an anomalous viridescent vapor which has the effect of exponentially increasing cellular growth in organic entities and altering DNA structure in such a way that adaptations involving combat ability and mobility are proliferated. The vapor will now be referred to as SCP-3921-β. Non-mobile organic organisms in the kingdoms of Plantae or Protista will become both mobile and consciously responsive of their environment as their elementary DNA is altered by SCP-3921-β. Along with this, organisms in these two kingdoms will be affected by SCP-3921-β by direct contact unlike organisms in the kingdom Animalia who are only impacted if SCP-3921-β is inhaled. The mutated organisms will from now be known as SCP-3921-ζ. SCP-3921-ζ instances are known to consolidate into one entity, sometimes reaching to approximately 50 to 100 meters in height. This is, especially, common if SCP-3921-φ impacts areas with considerable forests or vegetation wherein huge conglomerates of SCP-3921-ζ instances will be amalgamated into one prodigious entity. When humans or any other species in the kingdom Animalia inhale SCP-3921-β they will immediately fall unconscious. SCP-3921-ζ instances from this kingdom will remain dormant until the end of SCP-3921-φ. After six hours, SCP-3921-φ will dissipate and SCP-3921-ζ instances are free to leave the area. Some SCP-3921-ζ have been known to be able to emit SCP-3921-β, thus, spreading the anomalous effects of SCP-3921-φ. MTF Beta-7 ("Maz Hatters") are assigned to the Northern Hemisphere and MTF Theta-4 ("Gardeners") are assigned to the Southern Hemisphere to terminate SCP-3921-ζ instances in the case that the containment procedures fail at terminating life-forms that are affected by SCP-3921-φ. Both MTF teams are required due to the rapid onset of SCP-3921-φ and its capability to occur in nearly any location. Listed below is an abridged version of SCP-3921-ζ instances and their distinct DNA and visual alterations. Original Organism(s) Height and Weight post-transformation Major DNA Alterations One human male 6 m, 205 kg Original skin has been permuted to be that of the shell of Spisula solidissim3. Height has nearly quadrupled with blood vessels increasing from normal 25 mm in diameter to 150 mm in order to expiate for height-weight discontinuity. Dissection of subject body has shown that vital organs and biological function have been rearranged arbitrarily. Subject’s physiognomy has been significantly modified and DNA analysis has shown it to be similar to Chondropyga dorsalis4. Digit phalanxes increased in length to nearly one meter edging off in curved point appendages. One canis lupus familiaris5 0.52 m, 30 kg While height has not altered from base organism. Subject has had almost half of its features replaced with those of Lithobius forficatus6. The length has increased five-fold to nearly 2.75 meters. The speed of subject has also increased to 30 km/h. The number of paws on the subject has increased from four to fourteen. Recommended to terminate these subjects first in order to prevent their escape. 237 Acer pseudoplatanus7 50 m, 4.55 t The aggregation of the subjects has resulted in the formation of a tractricoid8 shaped amalgam of tree trunks and branches. The main mode of transportation is to make revolutions around its main axis of rotation to roll in a specific, targeted path against other sentient entities. Talon-like claws line all sides of the curvature, which are used to hook and lacerate objects and individuals. Extremely volatile behavior of SCP-3921-ζ instance entails major damage if not terminated immediately. One human female 1.65 m, 62 kg No outer features have been altered. Organ structure, however, has been modified for efficient creation of SCP-3921—β. SCP-3921-β secretes from eyes and mouth. At least one type of this entity is produced for each Verdant-Level event. Live satellite imaging of the vortex has revealed that sitting at the apex is a humanoid covered in leaves. However, the humanoid demateralizes if ground drones attempt to go for further analysis. +WARNING LEVEL 3 ACCESS REQUIRED - Access Granted In classical literature such as Hesiod's “Theogony,” the "Anemoi" were commanded by Aeolus who is described as, "the keeper of winds." Despite Aeolus's importance in regards to the "Anemoi," there are no murals depicting him in the tower. However, located on the capstone of the tower is a block with the words "αέρας αλλαγής"9 which is the epithet attached to legends of Aeolus. The block is protruding from the apogee of the tower and has no corresponding mural, rather only an image, similar to all other blocks. Additionally, these words are encompassed by a wind rose. The spokes of the wind rose become illuminated permanently when the corresponding murals located in the tower are activated since each mural is ascribed certain cardinal points. The block located on the apex of the tower, corresponding to Aeolus, has no analogous keyhole and analysis of the interconnecting lock mechanisms of the tower has shown that it can only be activated when all other murals have been activated. Footnotes 1. Eos-type events are anomalous weather phenomenon caused by the completion of SCP-3921 instances. 2. A shallow bowl used by ancient Greeks to drink wine. 3. Atlantic Surf Clam 4. Cowboy Beetle 5. Domestic Dog 6. Brown Centipede 7. Maple Sycamore Tree 8. A 3 dimensional object wherein a tractrix is revolved around its asymptote. 9. Phrase in ancient Greek meaning "Winds of Change." |
SCP-3922 | safe | The end title card of footage altered by SCP-3922. Item #: SCP-3922 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3922 is to be contained in a standard containment locker at Site-59. Requests for usage in research may be forwarded to Director Naismith. Description: SCP-3922 is a cylindrical object, 3 cm in diameter and 0.5 cm in depth and composed of a nickel-aluminum alloy. On one side, the object has been engraved with an insignia of three crescent moons in a row. (Research into potential connections with SCP-2578 is ongoing.) On the other, the word "REASSURANCE" has been engraved. It was purchased at a garage sale in Kenosha, WI, by an off-duty Foundation field agent on 7/21/17. It had been described by the owner as "some kind of morality filter for TV." After confirming the anomalous properties of the object, the agent turned the object over to the Foundation for containment and research. When placed within one meter of a television set or a computer, SCP-3922 will significantly alter the content of any fictional films, TV shows, online videos, or commercials, usually through the addition of actors in padded combat uniforms and gas masks. These additional elements, classified as SCP-3922-A, will impede and/or punish any and all crimes (as perceived by SCP-3922-A instances) committed by the cast. The severity of this punishment is always reflective of the MPAA or FCC rating of the video. SCP-3922-A instances are capable of appearing in live-action and animated works, often taking on the particular animation style of the latter. However, regardless of the time period portrayed in the video, SCP-3922-A instances are always in possession of high-powered energy-based weaponry, vehicles capable of interstellar flight, combat drones, and other futuristic elements - all of which bear the same triple-moon insignia. At the end of every video affected by SCP-3922, an altered end title card will play in the place of any end credits, including the triple-moon symbol, as well as the slogan "YOU ARE WATCHED - YOU ARE PROTECTED - YOU ARE LOVED". Video MPAA Rating SCP-3922 Interference Point Result Pinocchio (1940) G The "Pleasure Island" sequence, shortly before the reveal that all the boys had been turned into donkeys. Several SCP-3922-A squadrons raid Pleasure Island from dropships, reconstituting the children's humanity with a sound-based device labeled "TACTICAL UNDONKIFICATION ORDINANCE", and the Coachman is instantly vaporized after a heavy energy rifle bombardment. The film ends ten minutes later, after Lampwick is taken to a substance abuse rehabilitation center, the other villains of the film are arrested in a montage, Monstro the whale is disintegrated by an orbital energy weapon, the Blue Fairy is arrested for "unlicensed reanimation of plant tissue," and Pinocchio is informed by a "tactical child psychiatry associate" that "real" boyhood is subjective. The Dark Knight (2008) PG-13 During the "pencil trick" sequence involving Heath Ledger's adaptation of the Joker. Several SCP-3922-A combat drones breach the room and quickly decapitate the Joker with plasma-based weaponry. In the next scene, Bruce Wayne is taken into SCP-3922-A custody for "39 separate counts of extortion." (The context of these charges are unknown.) The film ends with SCP-3922-A troops announcing their military occupation of Gotham City until law and order can be restored. A Clockwork Orange (1971) R During the rape scene involving Alex DeLarge and Adrienne Cori's character. Several SCP-3922-A instances break into the room where the scene takes place. Alex and his three other gang members (Georgie, Dim, and Pete) are restrained and forcibly loaded into an SCP-3922-A dropship. The scene shifts to an empty field in an undisclosed, presumably Midwestern location. As his friends watch, the character of Dim is summarily executed by three SCP-3922-A troops with submachine guns. The shooting lasts approximately 50 minutes, well past the death of Dim, with the soldiers reloading their guns as needed. The process is repeated with Georgie and Pete. Alex is then forced to consume the remains of his friends, then is also executed in the same manner. The film ends after this sequence, which lasts roughly 3 hours. Salò, or the 120 Days of Sodom (1975) Not Rated Halfway through the film. [REDACTED] (see addendum) All 12 Inches!!! (1999) Not Rated (pornography) From the beginning. Video proceeds as normal, save for the seven SCP-3922-A instances who stand guard to ensure that any sex remains consensual. Said SCP-3922-A instances are equipped with rocket launchers. + Addendum - 4/3922 clearance required - encryption key accepted Notes on SCP-3922's interaction with Salò, or the 120 Days of Sodom: Due to SCP-3922 interference, the recording had been extended to over nine hours in length. The four "masters"1 were terminated by sniper fire from SCP-3922-A instances as several squadrons were deployed via dropship to liberate their captives. The scene promptly cuts to a desert environment, analogous to the extradimensional space examined by the Foundation during Operation Galahad. The masters, naked and agitated, are intercepted by SCP-3922-A aircraft and captured, then taken to a mountainous location following an hour-long travel sequence in which no dialogue is exchanged. The aircraft arrives in a large military staging area of human design, located in a massive crater surrounded by mountains and greenery, and topped with a stone monument in the shape of three crescent moons. Combat vehicles resembling SCP-2578-D are seen entering and exiting the facility. Upon landing, the four masters are taken to an underground storage facility and forcibly submerged in tanks - labeled "OUBLIETTE" - of semitransparent blue-green gel. The process is extremely painful for the prisoners, but no physical harm is apparent. The tanks are then stored into a series of numbered shelves along a large marble wall. The remainder of the film is approximately eight hours of detailed depictions of the prisoners' faces, distorted with pain and agony. The ending card has been altered slightly for this recording, reading simply "YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED" under a red triple-moon logo. Based on these findings, I believe that connections between SCP-3922, SCP-2578, and SCP-2922 should be examined immediately. - Researcher Paulsen + Addendum - Extended test logs for SCP-3922 + Addendum - Extended test logs for SCP-3922, volume 2 Footnotes 1. Antagonists responsible for the capture and torture of 18 teenagers over the course of the film. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-3922" by daveyoufool, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-3922. 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: theend.jpg Author: daveyoufool License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki |
SCP-3923 | euclid | An instance of SCP-3923 in containment. Item #: SCP-3923 Special Containment Procedures: All known instances of SCP-3923 are currently being held at Site-55's Botanical Containment Center. Personnel interacting with instances of SCP-3923 are to be equipped with non-rebreather masks and personal oxygen tanks. Prunings are to be carried out by trained personnel only. Instances are to be watered no more than once a week. Foundation web crawlers are to monitor internal email systems of major companies for references to behaviors and speech patterns caused by exposure to SCP-3923. Description: SCP-3923 are visually and genetically identical to Ficus lyrata (Fiddle Leaf Fig). Though varying in height and coloration, they are typically 1.5m tall and light green. To date, all recovered instances of SCP-3923 have been found in executive boardrooms, business meeting rooms, and the personal offices of high-ranking employees within multi-million dollar companies. Instead of photosynthesizing oxygen, SCP-3923 creates a previously unknown gas which affects human cognitive functions. Though physiologically harmless, the gas will cause subjects inhaling it to suffer from irregular speech patterns and behavior. Such behaviors include believing oneself to be issuing a presentation, engaging in sales pitches for non-specific products, and attempting to exchange non-existent business cards. If more than one subject is affected, they will take turns making faux presentations on perceived products and applauding one another. Gatherings of subjects affected by SCP-3923 can last hours, usually only ending due to outside disturbances or when biological needs arise. The effects of SCP-3923 wear off within 5-10 minutes of leaving the affected area. Recovering subjects will express confusion and have little to no recollection of their prior state. This is particularly notable in subjects who are not in an office building or similar location while under the effects of SCP-3923. Prolonged exposure may result in SCP-3923's effects becoming near-permanent, as seen in William Heider, the CEO of the Fortune 500 company █████. Addendum 1: Apprehension of APP Inc Associate Matthew Sanders was apprehended at the 2019 Austin Small Business Expo in Austin (ASBE), Texas. Sanders was discovered to be exhibiting products on behalf of Avelar Professional Products Incorporated1 at the convention, including SCP-3923, SCP-3709, SCP-3803, SCP-4988, and other previously unknown APP Inc products. The promotional materials involving SCP-3923 claimed the object was guaranteed to "… get employees in the headspace of a top-dog salesman!" and "improve meeting productivity and boardroom aesthetics by 300%!" Upon being questioned Sanders claimed he had been hired as a product demonstrator by a third party staffing agency and had no knowledge of APP Inc, save for the marketing material he had been provided. All marketing material seized during the apprehension of Sanders is currently kept in Site 55's Low-Risk Item Storage. Among the items was a list of representatives for several companies in attendance of ASBE who had left their contact information with Sanders. Foundation field agents are currently being planted as custodial personnel in over 20 companies to search and contain instances of SCP-3923 and other APP Inc products. Sanders was later released from Foundation custody after administration of Class B Amnestics. Addendum 2: Affected Subject Interview + Document 3923-1221: Interview with D-1221 - Hide Interview Log Interviewed: D-1221 Interviewer: Researcher Hart Foreword: D-1221 was exposed to SCP-3923 for 20 minutes before Researcher Hart entered the chamber. Researcher Hart was equipped with the necessary equipment to not be affected by SCP-3923. <Begin Log> Researcher Hart: Hello, D-1221. D-1221: Bob! I didn't expect to see you at this meeting! How are you doing? I'd give you my business card (D-1221 attempts to search his jumpsuit for pockets) but I'm afraid I came unprepared! (D-1221 attempts to shake hands with Researcher Hart.) Researcher Hart: (Refusing the handshake) How are you feeling? D-1221: Oh you know what, I'm feeling great! Just like my confidence in our profits this quarter! Researcher Hart: What do you mean? D-1221: By dramatically innovating cooperative processes to proactively mesh cutting edge manufactured products which will beat out the competition in our untapped sectors abroad, we will triple our profits! Researcher Hart: I, uh… Okay. Are you feeling any sort of lightheadedness? Maybe dizziness, fatigue, or nausea? D-1221: Nope, like I said, feeling great! Anyway, as I was saying, by dramatically increasing our synergy with third-party distributors in the Eastern markets, I plan on pushing this product all the way to the top for this company! Researcher Hart: I'm afraid I don't follow. What company? What product? D-1221: Alright… Come on now, wise guy. A meeting is no place for joking around. We're talking money here! Big, big money! Researcher Hart: Very well. Can you detail your plans to me? A step by step, if you will. D-1221: (Sighing) Okay. Listen, I normally don't do this but I'll do it just for you since you're the new guy and you seem like a real go-getter, okay? We're going to get together a crack tiger team to get a B2B rolling with some offshore brick and mortars. Put on a nice show and pretend to eat some of our own dogfood until they have a 'come to Jesus moment' and then we just so happen to lower our prices and manage to set up a profit center in the untapped sector. The entire time we will be courting a rival company of theirs and offering prices our competition cannot beat within a ballpark figure of $3 million. That way we still have an exit strategy in case we screw the pooch. By hiring exclusively newcomers in that foreign market, we can claim downsizing within 5 years to maximize our long-run profits. Researcher Hart: Thank you. Now, I have another question. D-1221: Go ahead and shoot, Tim! Researcher Hart: What company do you claim to work for? D-1221: Come on now…. Twice in one meeting? You're looking to get your position Bangalore'd with that behavior! We work for Schieffer Incorporated!2 Researcher Hart: And what is the product you are selling? D-1221: You were on thin ice before, George, but this crosses the line. You're fired. <End Log> Closing Statement: D-1221 refused to answer further questions and attempted to force Researcher Hart into signing a non-compete agreement, which the subject claimed Hart could acquire from 'his secretary'. Following the cessation of testing, D-1221 recovered within 11 minutes and had no memory of their prior state. Footnotes 1. Avelar Professional Products (APP Inc) is a group of interest specializing in the production and sale of anomalous office products and supplies. 2. This has conflicted with information gleaned in prior conversations. 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SCP-3924 | euclid | Sonar image of SCP-3924. Item #: SCP-3924 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3924 should be monitored via sonar at all times for any atypical behaviour. Records of its courses and speeds should be catalogued. Non-Foundation vessels must remain within 3,500 metres of sea-level while within the Hellenic Trench region. All vessels attempting to, or successfully, surpass a depth of 3,500 metres must be apprehended, questioned and amnestised, if recoverable. Lethal force is permitted if vessels resist apprehension. All manned Foundation vessels must remain above 4,000 metres below surface at all times while within the Hellenic Trench region. All manned Foundation vessels must remain at least 20 km away from SCP-3924 at all times. (See: Addendum III.) Description: SCP-3924 is a mobile, submersible object that roams the hadal zone of the Hellenic Trench region. SCP-3924 typically moves at 40 km/h and at depths of 4,450 to 4,980 metres below surface, but is capable of reaching speeds of 55 337 km/h1 and depths of 5,250 metres. In all encounters, SCP-3924 has evaded visual observation; because of this, its approximate physical appearance is only known through sonar imaging (Depicted above). SCP-3924 perpetually emits an indeterminate sound, depending on its current “state”; although the sonics change depending on whether or not SCP-3924 is passively roaming or actively engaged in battle, at no point does SCP-3924 cease emitting noise. (See: Addendum III.) Because of SCP-3924’s normal depth, these sounds are heavily distorted due to seawater; ongoing audio analysis has identified an ongoing rhythm between the various sounds, suggesting they may be musical in nature. To date, no patterns typical of vocalisations have yet been identified. Whenever a vessel approaches a depth of 4,100 metres below surface while within the Hellenic Trench region, SCP-3924 enters an active state, immediately changing course to intercept and broadcasting an alternate audio signature (unique to this state) directly at the encroaching vessel. This will continue until the vessel rises above a varying depth.2 If the offending vessel dives below 4,100 metres, SCP-3924 becomes hostile and will attack by use of incendiary torpedoes and/or rising mines; SCP-3924 will become increasingly aggressive in tactics the longer the vessel is below the 4,100 metre threshold, the deeper it gets, and the more aggressive the vessel becomes in retaliation (if at all). SCP-3924 will continue attacking until the encroaching vessel either rises above 4,100 metres below surface, or is catastrophically destroyed; due to the fact SCP-3924’s primary strategy appears to be focused upon rupturing ballast tanks, the latter is the most common outcome. If a vessel rises above the 4,100-metre threshold, SCP-3924 will immediately cease attacking, but will remain in an active state until the vessel rises above a “sufficient” depth. SCP-3924 periodically enters an active/hostile state in the absence of any encroaching vessels; in all such cases, SCP-3924 appears to broadcast, and attack, an indeterminate object/entity between it and the seafloor. To date, sonar has failed to detect any such objects/entities. Addendum I: Incident 3924-A On January 9, 2018, SCP-3924 entered a hostile state and began firing munitions towards the seabed. During this time, a pre-prepared and unmanned submersible was deployed several hundred kilometres away in an attempt to reach the Hellenic Trench seafloor while SCP-3924 was preoccupied. Once the submersible passed the 4,100-metre threshold, SCP-3924 immediately began firing torpedoes in its direction, despite showing no awareness of the submersible beforehand. SCP-3924 made no attempts to intercept the submersible, apparently prioritising the unseen threat below it. After thirteen minutes, SCP-3924 ceased firing towards the seafloor and immediately changed course to intercept the submersible (which had reached a depth of 4,954 metres). SCP-3924 rapidly accelerated to 337 km/h, reaching the submersible within several minutes and destroying it — sonar observation detected portions of SCP-3924’s hull shedding during this maneuver. SCP-3924 then ascended to a depth of 4,500 metres and began deploying rising mines in an attempt to damage or sink ships at the sea’s surface; [DATA REDACTED], [DATA REDACTED] and [DATA REDACTED] were critically damaged and sunk. SCP-3924 remained aggressive to surface vessels for a further three hours, after which it resumed normal behaviour. To date, this is the only time SCP-3924 has attacked vessels outside of its active zone. Further attempts to surpass the 4,100 metre threshold are strictly forbidden. Addendum II: Incident 3924-B On April 3, 2018, SCP-3924 again entered a hostile state in response to an undetected threat. Unlike previous renditions, SCP-3924 continuously fired towards the seafloor for 334 consecutive hours3, during which it progressively descended to a depth of 5,250 metres. On April 17, SCP-3924 ceased firing and began broadcasting a previously unrecorded audio signature in all directions; three minutes later, SCP-3924 rapidly descended towards the seafloor, but disappeared from sonar detection immediately prior to impact. Attempts to locate SCP-3924 or its wreckage throughout the Hellenic Trench, either through sonar or visual detection, are currently ongoing, but are thus far inconclusive. SCP-3924 tentatively reclassified Uncontained/Neutralised. Addendum III: Incident 3924-C On April 20, 2018, SCP-3924 was detected by sonar within the Calypso Deep region of the Hellenic Trench, approximately 75 km from where it disappeared. Sonar imaging shows that SCP-3924 appears to have suffered catastrophic rupturing of most, if not all, ballast tanks, but is attempting to ascend under (assumed) thruster propulsion alone. Since reappearance, SCP-3924’s behaviour has drastically changed; SCP-3924 will only respond to vessels within a 15 km radius, which it will aggressively fire upon, and SCP-3924 no longer produces any detectable audio. SCP-3924, at its current heading and speed, is estimated to return to its regular roaming zone by 23 March, 2019 (See: Addendum IV). Addendum IV: Incident 3924-D Upon reaching its roaming depth on March 23, 2019, 11:02 AM4, SCP-3924 began attacking any vessels within a 15 km radius of the sea surface above it; evasive manouvers resulted in no losses. SCP-3924 is continuing to ascend. The SCPS Vigilance has been preemptively deployed to the region in the event that retaliation becomes necessary to ensure the continued containment of SCP-3924. Footnotes 1. See: Addendum I. 2. Typically around the same depth at which SCP-3924 entered its active state, but has been known to increase or decrease by up to 200 metres, depending on the vessel's rate of ascension. 3. Fourteen days. 4. Local time. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-3924" by Jack Ike, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-3924. 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-3924 Name: Miinitraaleri "Virsaitis" vrakk Author: Tuukritööde OÜ License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-3925 | keter | Item #: SCP-3925 Special Containment Procedures: As SCP-3925 has a global reach and is spontaneously generated from an unknown source, full containment is not currently feasible. Until such time as a permanent containment solution can be found, these procedures have been developed in order to minimise the duration and scale of SCP-3925 events and lower the risk of public exposure. All individuals under the effect of an SCP-3925 event, once identified by local Foundation sources, are to be transported to the nearest Subdivision 03 facility. With the cooperation of national and international governments, these have been provided with the cover of government agencies relevant to the region. Affected individuals will be given an appropriate briefing regarding the agency needing to collect information from them, and reside on site while they complete SCP-3925-1 with the assistance of Foundation clerical staff. Once SCP-3925-1 has been completed to a satisfactory degree and the SCP-3925 event affecting an individual has concluded, they may then be released to their previous activities, with a subsequent 60-day observation period in the community. Securing the cooperation of SCP-3925 affected individuals in this manner has been found to be the most effective and humane way of SCP-3925 containment, and each Subdivision 03 facility has been authorised to pay these individuals a salary based on local wages for the duration of their time. However, coercion should be considered if individuals refuse to cooperate. Disclosure of classified Foundation data regarding the nature of SCP-3925 is authorised with the approval of level 4 staff, but personality types where this assists in securing cooperation are uncommon. If coercive measures were used, or individuals access classified information at any point in this process, amnestics should be administered prior to their release into the community. If SCP-3925-1 is impossible to successfully complete, or a SCP-3925 event persists for more than 20 iterations, termination of the affected individual is advised. After the events of Incident 3925-1, termination of any individual under the effect of SCP-3925 is prohibited. As partially completing an iteration of SCP-3925-1 reduces the growth rate of subsequent iterations, optimal containment requires some individuals to continue working on SCP-3925-1 indefinitely. Given the distress this situation causes, coercion is necessary for this purpose. There are currently ███ individuals in this situation in Foundation custody. Since 1989, Administrative Subdivision 03 has been responsible for SCP-3925 management to facilitate centralised and streamlined containment measures. See Addendum 3925-1 for details. Description: SCP-3925 is a phenomenon where affected individuals receive an A4 paper form requesting varying personal details (SCP-3925-1). From the first receipt of SCP-3925-1 individuals are considered to be affected by an ongoing SCP-3925 event. If SCP-3925-1 is completed successfully and placed in a mailbox within 30 days, it will dematerialise and the SCP-3925 event will conclude. However, if SCP-3925-1 is completed incorrectly or not returned, the individual will receive a new iteration of SCP-3925-1 to which the same conditions apply. When a new iteration is generated, the previous iteration loses its anomalous properties. Efforts to track SCP-3925-1 prior to its appearance or after its disappearance have been unsuccessful. SCP-3925 is estimated to affect ~200 individuals per month worldwide. All affected individuals are literate and numerate adults who reside in areas with a developed postal system, although SCP-3925-1 appears to materialise at the individual's dwelling rather than being delivered by the postal service. However, once an individual is under SCP-3925's effect, these criteria no longer apply, and SCP-3925-1 will continue to manifest in their vicinity. Given these requirements, SCP-3925 has historically been observed in the developed world, but changing global economic circumstances have led to an increase in SCP-3925 events in developing nations. There are otherwise no distinguishing characteristics of affected individuals. SCP-3925-1 appears in the primary language of the affected individual (over 50 languages in 120 countries have been observed). As of 2017, 60,948 SCP-3925 events have been documented, with approximately 3000 events ongoing at any given time under Foundation surveillance and an estimated 2000 outside of this. Details requested by SCP-3925-1 are initially mundane and straightforward (name, age, sex etc.) and ending an event at this point is relatively simple. An estimated 75% of SCP-3925 events are completed by the general public in the 1st or 2nd iterations of SCP-3925-1 and do not come to Foundation attention. However, subsequent iterations of SCP-3925-1 increase in length1 and complexity, progressing to more complicated information (eg. daily household electricity consumption) and becoming increasingly personal or bizarre (eg. most traumatic childhood memory). Formatting and design of SCP-3925-1 varies between individuals but remains consistent across iterations. All examples of SCP-3925-1 conclude with the following text. Thank you for your assistance. Property of Central Records, [current year] Examples of iterations of SCP-3925-1 are shown below.2 Iteration 1 Iteration 3 Iteration 30 Any individual can fill out SCP-3925-1, but due to the frequently personal nature of the questions the primary subject's input is required to complete it accurately. All information requested by SCP-3925-1 is theoretically available to the affected individual, but more complex questions can be practically impossible to complete due to either the effort or memory recall required to collect the relevant information. As SCP-3925-1 iterations also increase in size, iterations beyond the 40th iteration are essentially impossible to complete. Partial completion of SCP-3925-1 reduces the growth of subsequent iterations, but as this property is relative to the percentage of SCP-3925-1 correctly completed, it is estimated that an SCP-3925 event beyond the 60th iteration (numbering between 40,000 and 60,000 pages, assuming uncontrolled growth of SCP-3925-1 prior to this) would be impossible to complete to a degree necessary to inhibit future SCP-3925-1 growth. This would result in an eventual NK-class end-of-the-world scenario, with the mass of SCP-3925-1 predicted to exceed the mass of the Earth by the 350th iteration. Due to this property, both early detection and timely completion are a high priority for the Foundation. The death of affected individuals was initially thought sufficient to end an SCP-3925 event, and termination was authorised for when completion of SCP-3925-1 was infeasible. This practice was halted after Incident 3925-1 and current procedures implemented. Death of the affected individual by natural causes still appears to end SCP-3925 events. Incident 3925-1: On 02/01/1986, Foundation sources in the French government were alerted to an ongoing SCP-3925 event after a social welfare investigation of the Lyon residence of one M. Leblanc, known as a local eccentric and stereotypical 'hoarder'. His residence was found to be filled with inert SCP-3925-1, with the active SCP-3925-1 numbering 22,522 pages, estimated to be the 55th iteration. As conventional completion of the SCP-3925 event was unlikely, particularly given the individual's mental state, termination was advised and the order was authorised by Dr Becker, then Site ██ deputy director. M. Leblanc was terminated by Foundation agents on 09/01/1986. On 01/02/1986, an SCP-3925-1 iteration numbering 30,092 pages materialised in the Site ██ mailroom. The content was specific to Dr Becker, but addressed him as "the party with administrative responsibility for M. Leblanc". When he was informed of this development, Dr Becker attempted to jump from his office window, but was restrained by his colleagues. After psychological intervention, he was reassigned to full-time work on SCP-3925-1 and is currently based at Administrative Subdivision 03's Europe offices. Addendum 3925-1: Administrative Subdivision 03 Administrative Subdivision 03 ('Service for Clerical Processing') was established in 1989 in order to manage the increasing demands on Foundation staff related to SCP-3925 events. Its primary function is to accommodate individuals affected by SCP-3925 and assist them with completion of SCP-3925-1 with the assistance of Foundation clerical staff. It also holds responsibility for research relating to SCP-3925. There are currently 4 major regional centres, selected to cover populated areas with high rates of SCP-3925 events. Each centre has a cover agency (in brackets) arranged in collaboration with government authorities, chosen as an authority that might plausibly require the information requested in SCP-3925-1. USA/North America, New York, headquarters (US Internal Revenue Service) Europe West, Brussels (European Commission, Records Department3) Europe East/CIS, Moscow (Russian Federation Federal Security Service) China, Beijing (Ministry of Public Security) The O5 Council has approved the development of India and Middle East/North Africa centres, planned for opening by 2025. Subdivision 03 currently employs [REDACTED] Foundation staff, under the supervision of Director Y. L. Liu. As the bulk of its work is conducted in the guise of normal governmental functions, without visible anomalous activity, it has employed non-Foundation civilians since 1993 in many non-essential roles. These personnel are considered Foundation sub-contractors with Level 0 security clearance. There are 21,400 sub-contractors on the Subdivision 03 payroll as of 2015. Addendum 3925-2: Selected electronic correspondence from Subdivision 03 headquarters email server + Log 3925.1 - ACCESS GRANTED FROM: gro.pcs.30smda|hslawg#gro.pcs.30smda|hslawg TO: gro.pcs.30smda|grebi#gro.pcs.30smda|grebi CC: gro.pcs.30smda|rojamm#gro.pcs.30smda|rojamm SUBJECT: Budget projections/event data SENT: 04/04/17 at 3:40 pm Hi Irene, Accounting has finished the latest report for the 2016-17 financial year. As expected, the personnel and facilities budget continues to go up - my bosses won't be happy about that but it's not something anyone is surprised about. I thought there were some unusual trends in the numbers though, and on a hunch I asked a colleague in the Research dept to send me what he could on 3925 event stats (I CC'd him into this email), and found some concerning things. There might be some more I don't have clearance for, but basically the number of 3925 events keeps going up beyond what's expected. I know your people are aware of this already but it looks like this is pretty closely linked to our division activity over time. In particular, there seems to be a 6-12 month time lag between our budget and 3925 events. Is there something to be worried about here? Not sure what it means, you guys are the Containment experts, so I thought you should know. I've attached a spreadsheet below so you can see what I mean. Thanks, Greg Attachments: budget-events.xls FROM: gro.pcs.30smda|grebi#gro.pcs.30smda|grebi TO: gro.pcs.30smda|hslawg#gro.pcs.30smda|hslawg CC: gro.pcs.30smda|rojamm#gro.pcs.30smda|rojamm, gro.pcs.30smda|1rotcerid#gro.pcs.30smda|1rotcerid SUBJECT: RE: Budget projections/event data SENT: 07/04/17 at 11:11 am Hi Greg, Thanks for your email. Containment has been thinking about something like this (can't say much more than that) but your info does worry us a bit. I've copied Director Liu into this email. We can take it from here. Irene Attachments: budget-events.xls FROM: gro.pcs.30smda|grebi#gro.pcs.30smda|grebi TO: gro.pcs.30smda|1rotcerid#gro.pcs.30smda|1rotcerid CC: SUBJECT: Accounting data and 3925 events SENT: 07/04/17 at 11:30 am Director Liu, I wanted to draw your attention to my correspondence with the Accounting department. This is closely related to some of the concerns that were brought up at the last departmental meeting. The pre-causation data between our activity and SCP-3925 is a particular worry. I think we need to take this further (I've attached a summary of our findings from that meeting and updated them with the Accounting data if it helps) Kind regards, Dr Berg Attachments: budget-events2.xls, Project-3925-A.pdf FROM: gro.pcs.30smda|1rotcerid#gro.pcs.30smda|1rotcerid TO: gro.pcs.30smda|grebi#gro.pcs.30smda|grebi CC: SUBJECT: RE: Accounting data and 3925 events SENT: 19/04/17 at 6:40 pm Hi Dr Berg, I appreciate you letting me know. As I said at the last meeting I don't think there is an issue here. Your dept stats re; 3925 breaches have passed their targets by a lot and you should be proud of it! However since you are worried I would be willing to consider a working group to investigate this if you would like to form one. Director Y. L. Liu MSc PhD FRS FFSS FROM: gro.pcs.30smda|grebi#gro.pcs.30smda|grebi TO: gro.pcs.30smda|1rotcerid#gro.pcs.30smda|1rotcerid CC: SUBJECT: RE: RE: Accounting data and 3925 events SENT: 20/04/17 at 8:10 pm Director Liu, Thanks for your reply. I've attached the working group proposal and discussed the issue with Accounting. Once the financing application is approved and I have colleagues in Containment aboard I'll send the final documentation for your approval. Kind regards, Dr Berg Attachments: Project-3925-A-proposal-team.pdf FROM: gro.pcs.30smda|1rotcerid#gro.pcs.30smda|1rotcerid TO: gro.pcs.30smda|vrestsil#gro.pcs.30smda|vrestsil CC: SUBJECT: Monthly Update SENT: 30/04/17 at 12:00 pm To all Service for Clerical Processing staff, Congratulations on another successful month! I am pleased to report we have again met our targets for minor and major SCP breaches for April. I wanted to address some of the concerns I have heard expressed about SCP-3925 containment procedures and the direction of our department. Both myself and the O5 Council are confident that our current procedures are satisfactory with the resources we have available to us. This does not mean we do not believe we can improve, and our researchers have recently demonstrated many novel proposals to control SCP-3925. Whilst many of these cannot be discussed due to clearance issues, I am confident we are in safe hands thanks to your collective efforts. On a related note, senior staff are aware that working in this department can be a difficult task. We are aware that SCP-3925 is not as glamorous as some other SCPs. Nonetheless, you are all aware of the documentation and that this remains a serious threat to humanity on par with any other Keter-level SCP. I hope staff will keep in mind that every day you come to work here you are protecting the human race as much as any of your colleagues elsewhere, and you should be proud of yourselves. However, the Foundation values employee wellbeing and staff are welcome to take advantage of stress leave if required. As per HR there is now a new form (11B-Green) to apply for this, separate from form 11A (General Leave). This needs to be signed and approved by your department manager and HR Sub-Director Olsen, in addition to form 20 (Current Duty Substitution). Also, staff should be aware that due to time issues, from now on I will not be considering transfer requests prior to receiving separate transfer forms approved by a member of level 4 staff in both this department and the relevant external department. Director Y. L. Liu MSc PhD FRS FFSS Footnotes 1. Approximately 20% more pages per iteration. 2. This instance of SCP-3925 was associated with a Mr P. L. Brown, dob 19/04/1977, Foundation designation 3925-49484G. 3. Fictional agency. |
SCP-3926 | keter | Item #: SCP-3926 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3926 has no traceable broadcasting location and cannot be brought into Foundation custody. Containment of SCP-3926 is focused on interrupting broadcasts. Members of MTF Upsilon-46 "Serial Listeners" are to observe local TV channels in centers of population previously affected by SCP-3926 broadcasts and interrupt them if deemed anomalous. Under no circumstances is an episode of Saturday Evenings with your host, Tyal'k'nec! to be played onsite by anyone other than MTF Upsilon-46. One subject affected by SCP-3926 (SCP-3926-1) in Stage 2 is to be kept in a standard 7m by 7m humanoid containment cell for testing purposes. If SCP-3926-1 begin to organize and attempt to achieve the goals stated in SCP-3926, violent response is necessary. Standard Foundation cover story ATY-3███ (Mass rioting) is to be used as an explanation. Description: SCP-3926 is an anomalous TV talk show dubbed Saturday Evenings with your host, Tyal'k'nec! hosted by a reptilian humanoid, referred to as Tyal'k'nec. Tyal'k'nec has been described by viewers as "charismatic", "humorous", "caring", and "loving". The set of SCP-3926 is standard with other low-budget TV talk shows. SCP-3926 is filmed live with a studio audience of SCP-3926-1. Camera quality is very low, with recording equipment likely being from the 1980s. SCP-3926 broadcasts follow a set pattern. Tyal'k'nec begins to talk about issues in the world. Tyal'k'nec's "issues" have to do with humans as a species. The audience will show that they agree. For the rest of the broadcast, Tyal'k'nec will "preach" about itself and how it must gain influence and power. (See Addendum-1) Human subjects who view 3 or more SCP-3926 broadcasts will begin to sympathize with Tyal'k'nec. Transfer to SCP-3926-1 occurs 12-14 hours after viewing 3 or more SCP-3926 broadcasts. SCP-3926-1 will respond angrily to other humans who speak poorly about Tyal'k'nec. Humans in stage 1 of SCP-3926-1 are still genetically human, the only difference being the support for Tyal'k'nec and its goals. After 2-3 days of being in Stage 1 of SCP-3926-1, subjects will begin to "molt", beginning Stage 2. A bed is made from phlegm and other bodily fluids excreted from SCP-3926-1's mouth. SCP-3926-1 will lay down in this bed, assume the fetal position, and begin shivering. In a varying amount of time, the subject will shed their human skin. The final product of SCP-3926-1's evolution is a pale green humanoid, lacking facial features and genitalia. SCP-3926-1 in Stage 2 will preach Tyal'k'nec's ideas and goals. Stage 2 SCP-3926-1 instances preaching to human subjects have no direct effect on turning them into SCP-3926-1. In most recorded cases, attempts of conversion made by SCP-3926-1 will entail subjects demanding that people watch Tyal'k'nec's show. Stage 2 SCP-3926-1 will attempt to forcibly convert humans if Tyal'k'nec or any idea of its is talked about in a negative light in front of them. A currently unknown number of SCP-3926-1 communities exist. Instances of SCP-3926-1 are encouraged to flock to these communities via advertisements on local channels used to broadcast Saturday Evenings with your host, Tyal'k'nec! (See Addendum-2) A seperate detatchment of MTF Upsilon-46 has been tasked with the containment of these communities. As of 3/12/████, █ communities have been contained. As of 3/██/████, ██ instances of armed riots by SCP-3926-1 have been recorded, resulting in $█████ dollars of property damage and ██ Foundation personnel deaths. Addendum-1: Transcription of Episode 39 of Saturday Evenings with your host, Tyal'k'nec! Tyal'k'nec: Hello, my children, and welcome to another episode of Saturday Evenings! As always, I'm your host, Tyal'k'nec! [wild applause from SCP-3926-1] Tyal'k'nec: Alright now, calm down everyone! We've got serious issues to discuss. [Tyal'k'nec stands up and walks to the front of the stage, pulls out sheet of paper and clears throat] Tyal'k'nec: There's a big problem in this world. I think you all know what I'm gonna say it is. It's those bastard bipedals. Those pestiferous people. Those horrible humans! It's always them. For years and years, they've tried and tried and tried to lead their pathetic countries and kingdoms, but somehow they always mess it up. They'll blame the weather. They'll blame other people's ideas. They'll even blame their GOD! Their god, people! But, do you know what they haven't considered as a cause for their problems? SCP-3926-1 in unison: HUMANITY! Tyal'k'nec: Preee-cisely! HUMANITY! This is why I DESER- no, NEED to be at the helm here. You there. [points to member of audience] Let's talk about America. My country tis of thee, right? Tell me what you think about the President. Member of SCP-3926-1: Well, personally, I think that he's simple. Tyal'k'nec: There it is. Right there. Simple. That's all anyone is anymore. Simple. What humanity needs is a guy like me. And guys like you! All of you! [Tyal'k'nec sits back at the desk] Tyal'k'nec: To my new listeners, you may be asking yourself, "Why am I worthy of Tyal'k'nec's grace? What have I done to earn His voice? His unwavering light?" And the simple answer is, you're not worthy. YET! All you have to do to join me in eternity is tune in next week! Undergo your pilgrimage from your meager human form to the image that I, Tyal'k'nec created for you! Bask in my light. Feel my inviting fluids. Know what it is to be perfect. I know, I know. You're thinking, "This is a lot to take in." But I swear, once you abandon your chains and take my hand, all will be well. [audience clicks in approval] Tyal'k'nec: Now audience, my dearest audience, that audience that I hold so dear, I've got three things that we have to do and three things only. Can you remind me what they are? SCP-3926-1 in unison: CULTIVATE! CONGLOMERATE! SUBJUGATE! Tyal'k'nec: Remember, if you want to have a chance to see me live, be sure to say your Three Holy Words between the hours of 6:00 and 7:00! If you’re one of our lucky winners, your local Dr’y’niel Pod will bring you to our studio! That’s all for tonight, folks. Be safe out there, and as always, cultivate, conglomerate, and subjugate! [camera pans out as all cheer, outro rolls and fades to black] Addendum-2: Transcription of an advertisement for an unlocated SCP-3926-1 community. [wide panning shot of about 30 small tin shacks in a heavily wooded area] Narrarator: Are you one of Tyal'k'nec's own beauties living amongst the most vile of creatures? [crude drawing of a Stage 2 SCP-3926-1 being kicked by a police officer] [stop-motion clip of a clay Stage 2 SCP-3926-1 being shot at by plastic soldier figures] Come to Prtz'chziek Shoals, a community of like minds! SCP-3926-1 standing next to sign of Prtz'chziek Shoals: After I escaped the shackles of humanity, I felt like I was alone in the world. Humans everywhere, kicking me, hitting me, running away from me. It was awful! But then I found Prtz'chziek Shoals, a place where I can be me. Narrarator: It can be hard to be a superior life form, we should all know this. The human world isn't fit for our people. In Prtz'chziek Shoals, every single facet of life is made for YOU! SCP-3926-1 wearing work overalls: Yeah, Prtz'chziek Shoals has it all. Phlegm tans, outdoor chanting, Dr'y'niel pods for visiting the family, dedicated medical staff, it's great! I'd highly recommend moving here. Narrarator: Couldn't have said it better myself, Ja'trity'ze'typoty'jziek! Not only can you live with the highest standard of quality assured on the planet, you can get a little alone time with the missus at our scenic Lake T'ke'epi! [sunset on the lake, smooth jazz music plays as camera pans to 2 Stage 2 SCP-3926-1 thrashing on top of each other] Narrarator: With all of this considered, you simply GOTTA move here! Find a Dr'y'niel pod near you, [crude map of lines with 17 yellow dots] and say, "My holy master, lord of all that is good, King of Fluids Tyal'k'nec, take me to Prtz'chziek Shoals!" [wide shot of inhabitants of Prtz'chziek Shoals waving to the camera as screen fades to black] Addendum-3: Interview with a Stage-2 SCP-3926-1. Interviewer is Dr. Nielsen. SCP-3926-1: Hello, unworthy. Dr. Nielsen: Hello, SCP-3926-1. I have prepa- SCP-3926-1: It's Dra'velyeah. Dr. Nielsen: Standard procedure, I have to call you by your item number. SCP-3926-1: If you insist, I give you permission to call my by something other than my Tyal'k'nec granted name, though you are wholly unworthy. Dr. Nielsen: [pause] Right, that's okay. My first question is, how did you feel about losing your humanity? SCP-3926-1: At first, I wasn't sure about it. It was a new experience, having my eyes opened to the flaws of your species. I turned the TV off right then and there. It made me uncomfortable, knowing that there was something leagues better inhabiting the same planet as me. But, next week, I felt like I needed to watch more. At first, I was doing it so I could prove something to myself. Prove that humans really were better. But the points Tyal'k'nec made, they were indisputable. The way he said them made me feel warm, comfortable. I was willing to serve him for the rest of my life, as an inferior being. I felt fine with being inferior when he said it like the way he did. That week I felt real weird, had some kinda nasty congestion goin' on. Felt like I was wearing someone else's body. So, Saturday night, I got a TV dinner, sat down, and tuned in. Laughed a bit, had a good time. Near the end of the episode, he turns to the camera, felt like he was staring right into my soul. He says, "You have the power to overcome your human form. Become how I made you. Inhabit my intended body!" I cried. I'm a strong guy, last time I had cried was when my mother died. But I tell you, I was bawling like a baby. I had my escape. I was free. The next day, I was getting my coffee, when all of the sudden I start vomiting up this pale green shit. I remember Tyal'k'nec talked about it on the show. Phlegm, he called it. Said it was beautiful. It would help you be a better organism. It was like a firehose. All over the goddamn room. I slipped and fell, but I didn't want to get up. I could, but I had never felt anything so… peaceful. The phlegm had slowed to a trickle at that point. I was covered in it. I drifted off into this deep sleep, it was amazing. So, I wake up. I'm feeling fresh and new. Great, it was! I walk into the bathroom, and see myself in the mirror. I was beautiful. Hell, I am beautiful. I laid down for an hour in my phlegm. Just enjoying myself. It was wonderful. I knew my new name already, it was in my mind: Dra'velyeah. Doesn't it just roll off the tongue, doc? Dr. Nielsen: Mmhmm. SCP-3926-1: I step outside, and immediately I feel the need to shout my love for Tyal'k'nec to the world. Driving into town, I got some weird looks, but that's okay. Tyal'k'nec said humans wouldn't be used to seeing the physical manifestation of perfection. I get on the street corner, on my soapbox, and start telling people to tune into Channel ██ every Saturday night to hear Tyal'k'nec speak. I did that for about an hour until some asshole stands next to me for a picture. I oblige him, because who wouldn't want their friends seeing them with one of Tyal'k'nec's own. I pat his back, tell him to tune in to Saturday Nights with Tyal'k'nec and send him on his way. Then, this cocksuck says something alone the lines of, "Right, you loon." I yell back at him, asking him what he said. He says that he's got better things to do than to listen to some slimy bumpkin fuck preach every Saturday. I mean, can you believe it? Directly in front of me. I'm overcome with this urge. I charge him and start vomiting phlegm all over him. Tyal'k'nec says never to stand idle near a nonbeliever. He's screaming, I'm screaming, everyone is screaming. I've almost got this guy onto Tyal'k'nec's side when you assholes nabbed me. That really wasn't cool. Dr. Nielsen: You were killing him. SCP-3926-1: Buddy, he was already dying. All of you are. [SCP-3926-1 looks around and leans into Dr. Nielsen] *whispering* I can get you outta that skin if you want. Just say the words. Join me in eternity. Dr. Nielsen: That's enough. This interview is over. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-3926" by Krag-Jorgensen, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-3926. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-3927 | euclid | Photo of SCP-3927 taken prior to transfer to Site-██. The balloon was later found buried in a corner of SCP-3927's habitat. Item #: SCP-3927 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3927 is to be kept in a wire cage, with all walls measuring at least 60 cm long. SCP-3927 is to be provided with a record player manufactured between the years of 1883 to 1927; music from the same time period is to be played to SCP-3927 continuously for at least 12 hours each day. SCP-3927's cage is currently kept in a standard containment cell. A spare record player and extra cases of records are to be kept in the same chamber. Access to SCP-3927 for experimentation requires Level-3 clearance. Personnel handling SCP-3927 are required to wear rubber gloves. SCP-3927 currently does not require as much regular feeding as a non-anomalous mouse, but is to be fed according to the recommendations and schedule provided by the assigned veterinarian. Description: SCP-3927 is a white taxidermied house mouse (Mus musculus, also known as "fancy mouse") wearing a top hat, a monocle over the left eye, and black polished shoes. Although SCP-3927 is stuffed (demonstrated by it having stitches over its chest, as well as possessing plastic eyes), the specimen will still move, blink, and eat in the same manner as non-anomalous individuals of the same species. SCP-3927 generates a mild reality-altering anomaly that affects various objects within a proximity of 10 meters. Observed phenomena due to this effect include: Video-recording devices of any kind will produce black and white footage. Any audio recorded within the area of effect will be interrupted by light popping and scratching sounds, as well as faint incidental piano music in the background similar to that of early 1900s short films. All humans in the affected area will unconsciously use words and phrases associated with American English slang in the early 1900s. SCP-3927 seems to exhibit a sense of extreme dislike for humans using modern technology. For example, it will bite and nip at researchers who attempt to handle it while possessing a mobile phone on their person. SCP-3927 additionally becomes agitated when it sees researchers looking at digital screens. Based on experimentation,1 it has been determined that SCP-3927's anomalous effect is nullified by allowing it to listen to music played by a record player. Furthermore, in the absence of such a record player, SCP-3927 will manifest increasingly noticeable reality alterations upon whichever human handles it most frequently. See abridged test log: Display Test SCP-3927-1-A Close Log Test SCP-3927-1-A Subject: D-1492 Procedure: D-1492 was tasked with handling SCP-3927 three times each day while no record player music was provided. Day 1: Subject reported feeling a headache, but nothing else unusual. Day 2: Subject stated that he would have liked to listen to the record player, and even began to sway while seated. It was noted that D-1492 had previously exhibited disdain towards the record player as a "useless antique". Day 6: D-1492 spontaneously referred to SCP-3927 as "Snowy" several times, seemingly by instinct. SCP-3927 appeared to recognize and respond positively to this name. Day 11: D-1492 began to develop facial wrinkles, as well as grey hair. At this point, D-1492 retained physical strength and dexterity associated with his age. Day 12: D-1492 reported developing back pains. Day 14: During the evening portion of the experiment, the clothes D-1492 wore transformed into a 1900s-era nightgown. When questioned, D-1492 seemed unperturbed, stating, "Why, I sleep in a nightgown every night! It's not strange!" Day 15: D-1492 now believes he is an elderly woman at the age of 67. Day 17: D-1492 has begun to request that research personnel address him as "Diana", and has further engaged with SCP-3927 by teaching it to perform tricks. SCP-3927 has responded to various cues from D-1492 to jump, turn in circles, and stand on its hind legs, seemingly from memory rather than instinct. Researcher's note: Testing was prematurely concluded when D-1492 began to repeatedly feel unwell and developed symptoms of severe chronic illness. SCP-3927 was returned to its usual containment with its record player running continuously. Addendum 3927-1: SCP-3927 was initially discovered when a man contacted local animal control services, claiming that a stuffed mouse was frequently appearing in his great-grandmother's room, the backyard garden, and the attic where it "seemed to be tampering with an antique record player" in storage. A Foundation agent embedded in the animal control staff was dispatched to investigate the case. An interview with the informant was conducted after SCP-3927 was discovered and transferred to a Foundation facility (See interview log below). Display Interview Log SCP-3927-1-A1 Close Log Interview Log SCP-3927-1-A1 Interviewed: [REDACTED] Note: it is believed that Mr. [REDACTED] was affected by SCP-3927's primary anomalous effect during the course of this interview. Interviewer: Dr.████ <Begin Log> Dr. ████: So, when did the strange events start? [REDACTED]: Well, it started when I first got into the house. I had to move here because my family owned it so I didn't have to pay it off, also because it was much closer to the place I work at. Keen, I mean, nice place too. When I got inside the house I couldn't help but turn the record player on. It brought back memories. When it was on I noticed the taxidermied mouse. My great-grandma Diana had that mouse taxidermied and dolled up, I mean, dressed up, because she loved it so much. I gave the mouse a pat on the head. Dr. ████: What happened after? [REDACTED]: I started noticing things happening. That night the record player started playing the same song on loop. While I was lying in bed, I thought I heard tapping and then the record player playing a different song. And then the next morning I woke up and a jar of peanut butter was knocked onto the floor and licked clean. Dr. ████: Did anything strange happen to other electronic devices in the house? [REDACTED]: Nosirr, why do you ask? Dr. ████: Just checking. Please continue. [REDACTED]: Everything was ducky, I mean… fine afterwards, actually. Until I came home one day and the mouse was gone. Dr. ████: Did you look for it? [REDACTED]: Yes, it was in the garden in sitting on the bench. My grandmother once told me that the mouse loved to go in the garden and explore. And that her mother would be sitting on the bench watching the mouse. I freaked out because I assumed the the mouse was haunted or something. Dr. ████: What did you do after that? [REDACTED]: I uh… I actually called an exorcist to take a gander. Take a look. But he said that he doesn't sense any angry or aggressive spirits. So then I decided I was just hallucinating or going off the deep end. I checked if there was a gas leak or some chemicals in the water I was drinking, or maybe I was jazzed at the time. But nothing. Dr. ████: So you just kept your normal routine from then on? Did the mouse do anything else? [REDACTED]: Why, indeed it… uh. I mean. It appeared in my great-grandmother's room more often than any other room. It looked like it was searching for something. One time I could've sworn it blinked. Chow in the kitchen kept disappearing. I tried to ask the queer little thing what it wanted but it just kept cold when I picked it up. I mean kept silent. Sorry. Dr. ████: What else? [REDACTED]: A few days ago I caught it staring at an old photo of my great-grandmother hanging on a wall. I tried to take a video of it with my phone, but it up and went batty and… I mean. It got upset and attacked my hand. Cracked my phone screen. After that I called animal control. Dr. ████: I see. Do you have any further information you would like to share? [REDACTED]: Golly, I don't know. Did I say golly? Really? Sorry. Great-grandma Diana passed away from cancer in 1931 though, and I don't think anyone else in the family had a pet mouse since then. Is my house infested? Dr. ████: I don't think so, but we can send some people to make sure. This concludes the interview, thank you. <End Log> Closing Statement: Following the interview, Mr. [REDACTED] was instructed to report any further unusual happenings to a Foundation contact. Amnestics have been deferred for the time being; Mr. [REDACTED] is expected to recover from symptoms of long-term SCP-3927 exposure in a few weeks. Addendum 3927-2: As of ██/██/████, it was proposed that Diandre "Diana" ██████, a former Foundation researcher (currently retired, but still listed as a contact for case-by-case consultations), be considered as a primary caretaker of SCP-3927 due to her experience handling mice in laboratory settings, as well as her age and appearance. On ██/██/████, Researcher Diandre visited SCP-3927's containment unit, bringing a set of rodent toys she used with her own mice. SCP-3927 seemed to respond well to the interaction with Researcher Diandre, and even seemed to comprehend when she informed it she would be leaving to get lunch and would return shortly. Approximately three months after becoming SCP-3927's primary caretaker, Researcher Diandre reported that she noticed her appearance changing slightly. Some of her facial wrinkles had faded, and her silver hair had begun to revert to its original dark color at the very ends. Additionally, she reported feeling less tired than usual in the mornings, and being able to better remember schedules without the aid of calendars or reminders. Researcher Diandre has been cleared for long-term experimentation with SCP-3927. Further discussion is ongoing regarding potential use of SCP-3927 as a means of health maintenance for other elderly Foundation personnel. Footnotes 1. Trial criteria for various exposure stimuli were proposed based on information collected upon SCP-3927's initial acquisition. |
SCP-3928 | euclid | 3/3928 LEVEL 3/3928 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-3928 Keter Special Containment Procedures: Total containment is infeasible at this time, due to the nature of SCP-3928 events. If an SCP-3928 event is confirmed to have occurred, aerosol amnestics will be deployed over a 0.5 km radius of the incident. Footage or photographs of the event circulated online will be removed by Foundation webcrawlers. An Indian Khanda recovered from Event-3928-19. Description: SCP-3928 is the tentative designation given to a series of events wherein random individuals are stabbed in the chest by swords in public venues, with hundreds or thousands of witnesses. Despite a large amount of potential eyewitnesses in all cases, witnesses are always turned away from the approximate origin location of the sword at the moment of appearance. The precise type of swords used have varied widely, with Indoneisian goloks, Japanese katanas, Chinese jians, and Iberian falcatas all having manifested. Swords collected from events appear to be entirely non-anomalous. An examination of victim's histories reveals that SCP-3928 appears to target those with a connection to firearms. What SCP-3928 considers a connection appears to be arbitrary/broad in scope, as SCP-3928 events have occurred to those with the last names of arms companies or famous gun manufacturers, players of shooter video games, those belonging to the technical crew of any of the Godfather films, or fans of the English punk-rock band The Sex Pistols. 3928 Event Log Excerpts: SCP-3928-13 Samantha Barring Was singing along to American singer Lana Del Rey's Bartender1 when she was killed by a flamberge sword2 inside a friend's car during rush-hour traffic. SCP-3928-23 Fredrick Wilson Low level accountant at Remington Arms Company. Killed by a Roman Gladius3 while at a company picnic. SCP-3928-28 Justin Iglesias Political activist and gun store owner. Impaled by a European arming sword4 during a speech on the importance of an armed militia. SCP-3928-37 Lucy Carrington Doctor at the Greater Utah Neurosurgery research center. Killed by a Japanese World War II's Shin guntō5 at work. SCP-3928-44 Anthony Hegel Was discussing the Doom video game series with a coworker. Nearly decapitated by a Scottish claymore6 at a public park. To: Maria Gonzales From: Lucia Reinette-Hartle Subject: SCP-3928 Maria, I've been going over our records of SCP-3928 incidents, and noticed something interesting. The incidents appear to not be random, but have been following a clear path. Our first recorded incident took place in the Netherlands, and then we had some in Belgium, Germany, France, and Portugal. After that is our first notable delay, taking place 14 days later on the first of January in New York. I asked Carson in Surveillance if he could get me a record of every ship to arrive from Portugal in the last week of December. A cargo ship from Portugal arrived in New York harbor on the first, just a few hours before our next incident of SCP-3928. I don't think it's a phenomenon. It appears that someone is controlling this. I'm putting in an order for your team to be equipped with Aetheric examiners. See if you can find anything on your next deployment. To: Lucia Reinette-Hartle From: Maria Gonzales Subject: Re: SCP-3928 Just got back from Salt Lake City. Got to the hospital about three to four hours after the incident. Didn't find anything with the Aetheric Examiners, but John picked up something with his thaumometer he had from his last deployment. Akiva radiation. You were right. Looks like we've got a god on our hands. To: Maria Gonzales From: Lucia Reinette-Hartle Subject: fuck. Well, fuck. I think I know where it's going to go next, though. Have you ever been to Comic Con? https://fanxsaltlake.com/ SCP-3928 MOBILE TASK FORCE LOG Mission Abstract: Finding and containing SCP-3928-1. Mobile Task Force: MTF Pi-1 ("City Slickers") [BEGIN LOG] Romero: So, what exactly is this supposed to be? Luc: Think it's from Game of Thrones. The, uh, guy who sleeps with his sister. Best we avoid guns, I guess. Brant: Wait, how do you guys not know who Jaime fucking Lannister is? Gonzales: Language, Brant, this is all going on transcripts. Brant: Sorry, Captain. But have you guys been living under a rock for the past 8 years? Like, I know season seven and eight weren't that great - god, I could go on a tangent about that- Luc: Anyways, let's try and focus on the mission, alright? Are we sure SCP-3928-1's gonna be here? Utah's pretty liberal when it comes to gun laws, could've gone anywhere. Like a gun store for one, don't think it's gonna think a piece of cardboard is a real firearm. Brant: You've seen the logs, right? It's ridiculous, it'll kill for anything. And remember, it always looks for an audience. There's over a hundred thousand people at this thing every year, it'll- Gonzales: Fuck. Yeah, Akiva levels are definitely out of whack. It's definitely here, or was here recently. Brant: Alright, so it should be around here somewhere- [screaming is heard from a nearby convention hall.] Gonzales: Alright, that's us, move out. This is Pi-1, we're gonna need some aerosol amnestics fast, if we wanna keep this under wraps. [PI-1 enters the convention hall, pushing through a horde of attendees rushing out. A man in a costume is on the ground, a sword in his chest.] Brant: Got it right here, Captain. Where is it? Gonzales: Right by the body. Don't think it knows we can see it. Brant: There? Gonzales: Little more to the right. A little more… yeah. Fire away. [Brant empty his paintball magazine at the directed space, splattering against a humanoid shaped creature holding a sword like object.] SCP-3928-1: Foul sorcerers! TODAY YOU MEET YOUR END AT THE HANDS OF THE FINEST WARRIOR ALIVE! Gonzales: Well, you can't be very good if we've never heard of you. Romero: Is that wise- Gonzales: [Aside] I know what I'm doing. Sorry, who did you say you were again. [SCP-3928-1 lowers its sword. At the same time it becomes visible, revealing itself to resemble a woman in her early thirties.] SCP-3928-1 Surely you jest. Have I been gone for so many years that my face has been forgotten? No matter. If not my face endures, surely my deeds have. After all, who could possibly forget the goddess Sandraudiga, the painter of the sands! [silence.] SCP-3928-1: As in, painting the sands with your blood. I am a war goddess, after all. Romero: Oh. Do the Netherlands even have sand? SCP-3928-1: Well we have beaches, so yes. But enough talk! You must die for your crimes against the art of honorable combat! Gonzales: Uh, could you excuse me for a moment? I forgot my weapon on my uh, horse. [SCP-3928-1 frowns.] SCP-3928-1: What? Gonzales: Well, I assume we're going to be dueling to the death? I can't properly duel without my weapon, wouldn't, be um, uh… honorable. SCP-3928-1: Ah, of course! But I'd be a barbarian if I let you go unarmed. Here, take one of mine. [As if pulling it from a sheath, SCP-3928-1 pulls another sword out of thin air, offering it to Gonzales.] Gonzales: No, that's alright. Got the, uh, grip just how I like it. Besides, wouldn't be proper to just rely on other people's swords now would it? SCP-3928-1 nods enthusiastically. SCP-3928-1: Fly as swift as the wind, my good lady. I'm looking forward to killing you. Gonzales: Er, likewise. [aside] Keep her busy. [Gonzales exits the room.] Romero: So, um… What exactly is a goddess doing at Comic Con? SCP-3928-1: I'm happy to inform you! But first, let me ask you a question. Looking at all the years of humanity's greatest wars and battles, what would you say is the most perfect weapon ever devised? Romero: I don't know, probably some form of nuclear- [Romero is elbowed by Brant.] Romero: I mean, the sword? SCP-3928-1: Exactly! The Saxons, the Greeks, even the heretical Romans recognized the true beauty of the sword. A cowardly archer may attempt to claim superiority at a further range, but a swordsman can feel the weight of the sword in his hand as it tears through skin and bone. An elegant weapon from a more civilized age. Luc: Did you just quote A New Hope- You know what, never mind. Think you were saying how you ended up here? SCP-3928-1: Ah, yes. Long ago, I was leading my people against the Romans and their leader, Bellona, who challenged me to single combat to determine the fate of the battle. I stepped outside to duel, when she crushed me with her siege weapons! Then she dropped a fortress on me! Had to dig my way out of it. Never trust a Roman, you three. Brant: Uh, we'll take your advice. But why exactly are you killing people two millennia later? SCP-3928-1: Because they're treacherous roman cowards! These guns, as people call them, are completely dishonorable. Strength of arms matters little with them. A commoner can kill a seasoned warrior five times his equal with the press of a button! If no one else is correcting this behavior, I must. One coward at a time, starting with you three. Draw your weapons! Brant: Fine fine, just had one more question. Why use swords? Like I get that they're honorable and all, but I'm sure it'd be easier another way. You are a goddess, after all. Sure you could just explode us, or something. Romero: [aside] What the hell are you doing? SCP-3928-1: I… I don't have to answer to you, you sorcerer! Luc: Wait a minute, the file said she's been tracing her way from the Netherlands to here. She took a boat across the Atlantic. Doesn't strike me as something an all powerful goddess would do. Brant: So what, she's not actually a goddess? Luc: No, she definitely is one, that's for sure. But she seems to be on the lower scale of them. Sword manifestation, sure, that's technically reality bending, but nothing I haven't seen before. If I had to guess, I'd say she's probably a Class… C?7 SCP-3928-1: If you three wish to die squabbling over my talents, so be it. I am still perfectly capable of killing all three of you. Never let it be said I did not offer you a chance at an honorable death- [A small object flies into the room, landing at SCP-3928-1's feet. It picks it up, revealing it to be a grenade.] SCP-3928-1: And what's this curious little thing- Romero: Fuck, everyone get down! [Pi-1 takes cover as the grenade explodes in SCP-3928-1's face, sending it flying backwards.] Gonzales enters the room, carrying a grenade launcher. Gonzales: You know, swords are great and all, but I definitely prefer my Milkor. Brant: Well, took you awhile. Gonzales: You have the key, remember? Had to bash open the case. [SCP-3928-1 stirs in a pile of rubble.] SCP-3928-1: Ugh… you cheat. Gonzales: Hey, I said I was bringing my weapon, I didn't say what kind of weapon it was. Gonzales aims her launcher at SCP-3928-1. Gonzales: Now, how does a nice, comfy containment cell sound? [END LOG] You have (1) pending revision to this file. Opening revisions... 2/3928 LEVEL 2/3928 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-3928 Euclid Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3928 is contained within a modified Humanoid Containment Chamber, designed to have a magnetic floor and equipped with a Class D Scranton Reality Anchor. All objects brought into SCP-3928's containment chamber must not contain any ferromagnetic metals. Personnel bringing food or performing maintenance are to be equipped with personal thaumometers. Description: SCP-3928 is the Nadir-Tier Pluripotent Entity known as Sandraudiga, a minor Germanic goddess of warfare worshiped in the Netherlands around the second century CE. SCP-3928 possesses the ability to manifest any premodern tool that can be considered a combat weapon, but appears to have a pathological obsession with swords. SCP-3928 prefers to throw its weapons at its opponents above other combat scenarios. At will, SCP-3928 can become undetectable on the visible light spectrum for short periods of time. However, it is still viewable by thermal imaging and similar methods, and can be tracked by non-visual senses and ambient Akiva radiation. While SCP-3928 is a capable melee combatant, firearms are extremely effective against it. Footnotes 1. Excerpt of lyrics: The poetry, inside of me, is warm like a gun 2. An undulating-bladed longsword effective at parrying enemy blades. 3. A one-handed double-edged sword used primarily as a stabbing weapon. 4. A one-handed sword averaging 0.95 metres in length. 5. A saber similar to a katana, although traditionally ceremonial. 6. A two-handed sword around 1.3 metres in length. 7. Typically those only capable of small to intermediate changes in their immediate vicinity. See SCP-4166. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-3928" by Cerastes, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-3928. 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: khanda Name: Rajput Khanda Author: Archit Patel License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikipedia |
SCP-3929 | safe | ADULT CONTENT This article contains adult content that may not be suitable for all readers. Graphic depiction of blood, gore or mutilation of body parts Features sexual themes or language, but does not depict sexual acts. Explicit depiction of sexual acts. Features non-consensual sexual acts. Depiction of severe mistreatment of children Depiction of self-harm Depiction of suicide Depiction of torture {$custom-content} If you are above the age of 18+ and wish to read such content, then you may click Continue to view said content. Continue Back to Front Page scp-3929 - boner pill by dado ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 3929 Level2 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: warning link to memo SCP-3929. Item #: SCP-3929 Special Containment Procedures: The entire known supply of SCP-3929 is contained in a secure container at Site-81. Testing of SCP-3929 cannot take place without the authorization of the current SCP-3929 research head, currently Dr. G. McElroy, the Site-81 Containment Research Head. Description: SCP-3929 is the group designation for a supply of roughly one-hundred twenty seven dark umber pharmaceutical capsules believed to have been produced by notable parapharmacologist and current Person of Interest "dado". The pills are bottled in standard orange prescription containers with white lids, and each has a sticker on the exterior with the words "boner pill by dado" written on it. The effects of the drug become apparent roughly twenty minutes after ingestion. Subjects will begin to experience minor irritation, followed immediately by symptoms of rapid aging. Over the course of the next four hours, subjects will experience joint stiffness, poor posture, slowed and limited movement, decrease in overall energy, constipation, incontinence, slowing of mental processes, reduced reflexes, decrease in visual acuity, severely diminished hearing, wrinkling and sagging skin, and whitening or graying of hair. In most cases, the presumed age of the subject increases by at least seventy-years1. The subject's presumed age generally decreases as the effect of the medication wears off, unless the subject expires due to age-related causes. At the same time, subjects will also report massively increased libido, past what is considered normal in humans. These effects are directly related; as subjects appear to grow older, their sex drive increases dramatically. This increase in sexual desire, combined with the various detriments that come with extremely advanced age, leads many individuals to become increasingly irritable. Notably, the medication does not appear to help with any sort of sexual dysfunction, much to the chagrin of affected subjects. Addendum 3929.1: Discovery SCP-3929 was discovered after the arrest of several individuals near Boca Raton, Florida by local police. The arrest was part of a much larger investigation into a rash of drug-related offenses involving seniors. After the effects of the medication became apparent, Foundation officials intercepted the drugs and began a series of raids on local drug manufacturers, with the hope of exposing the individual called "dado". While this was eventually unsuccessful, Foundation agents did collect a laptop containing a number of emails between one of the arrested individuals and dado. During questioning, the individual claimed to have never met dado personally, having only interacted with them over the internet. The contents of the emails are below. 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Date: 06/06/2017 From: zib.ekansd|eafwlahfue#zib.ekansd|eafwlahfue To: moc.liamtoh|odadmaisey#moc.liamtoh|odadmaisey god damn it you asshole what did you do. holy shit my skin is getting so wrinkled and my balls are down by my knees goddamn. more important tho rn is that i want you to come on down here and plop that round little white ass of yours down on this dick Date: 06/06/2017 From: zib.ekansd|eafwlahfue#zib.ekansd|eafwlahfue To: moc.liamtoh|odadmaisey#moc.liamtoh|odadmaisey wtf it only gets worse?!?! Date: 06/06/2017 From: zib.ekansd|eafwlahfue#zib.ekansd|eafwlahfue To: moc.liamtoh|odadmaisey#moc.liamtoh|odadmaisey you there Date: 06/06/2017 From: zib.ekansd|eafwlahfue#zib.ekansd|eafwlahfue To: moc.liamtoh|odadmaisey#moc.liamtoh|odadmaisey you want 2 fuck? Date: 06/06/2017 From: zib.ekansd|eafwlahfue#zib.ekansd|eafwlahfue To: moc.liamtoh|odadmaisey#moc.liamtoh|odadmaisey hevens to betsy i just want to nut Addendum 3929.2: Testing Log 3929 Trial #1 Subject: D-92014 (34 year old adult male) Dosage: 1 capsule Result: Subject aged rapidly over the course of roughly four hours, reaching a maximum age of approximately 140 years before the effect of the medication wore off. Subject returned to normal afterwards. Subject Feedback: Subject began aggressively rubbing his genitalia against a chair after three hours. 3929 Trial #6 Subject: D-92234 (46 year old adult female) Dosage: 1 capsule Result: Same as above - subject aged rapidly over the span of four hours. Subject reached a maximum presumed age of 160 years. Subject returned to normal afterwards. Subject had to be restrained on three occasions, as the subject attempted to aggressively insert their fist into their vagina. Subject Feedback: Subject noted as having asked "just push your whole leg up in there whippersnapper" on no fewer than six different occasions. 3929 Trial #14 Subject: D-92651 (20 year old adult female3) Dosage: 1 capsule Result: Subject began to rapidly decrease in age over the course of four hours. Subject reached a presumed age of two weeks. Subject returned to normal afterwards. Subject Feedback: Throughout the entire trial, the subject began to speak increasingly enthusiastically about flying kites, starting initially with their love of flying kites with their father and leading eventually to, just before they lost the ability to speak altogether, their $50,000 "aero-rig" equipped with advanced instrumentation and constructed from extremely high-quality materials. At several points, the subject referred to it as "the kite life" and rebuked a researcher for describing it as a hobby.4 3929 Trial #43 Subject: D-93489 (52 year old adult female) Dosage: 2 capsules Result: Subject ingested both capsules and, after roughly five minutes, spontaneously burst into a pile of ash. While the subject did not recover from this incident, several individuals attending to the remains noted that the pile of ash made them feel incredibly sexually uncomfortable. Footnotes 1. This figure is an average; while many older subjects will experience slightly diminished aging (usually in the 30-40 year range), younger subjects can experience aging in excess of one-hundred years. The most advanced age a subject is believed to have experienced was D-89102, who was believed to be no younger than two-hundred years old. Despite D-89102's incredibly advanced age, the subject was reported as being "notably hostile" and expressed "a strong desire to forcefully insert Dr. Eisengraft's head into her vagina", for the express purpose of "feeling something again, goddammit". 2. No account by this name appears in Microsoft's Hotmail registration records. 3. Notably, the subject listed their sexual preference as "asexual". 4. This is something we've discovered over the handful of tests we've done with SCP-3929 and asexual subjects. For some reason the drug isn't capable of making them desire sex more than they already do, so it makes them increasingly passionate about niche hobbies. They also age backwards. I had a lengthy conversation the other day with a toddler about the subtle nuances in Frasier Crane's psychological development. - Dr. G. McElroy ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-3929" by djkaktus, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-3929. 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SCP-3930 | esoteric-class | SCP-3930 - The Pattern Screamer ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} N/A Item #: SCP-3930 Special Containment Procedures: Individuals assigned to SCP-3930 are to monitor the S5-C9 perimeter established near Usinsk, Russia, and follow orders from on-site command. Individuals assigned to SCP-3930 are to be made aware that there is nothing within the perimeter, as SCP-3930 does not exist. Description: SCP-3930 does not exist. The remainder of this file is Level 5/3930 Classified with Restrictions. [ INPUT AUTHORIZATION CREDENTIALS ] [ CREDENTIAL ACCEPTED ] BY ORDER OF O5-1 The following file is Level 5 Classified, with restrictions. Unauthorized access is forbidden. 3930 Item#: 3930 Level5 Containment Class: esoteric Secondary Class: n/a Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: critical link to memo SCP-3930. Usinsk, KR, RU. File Administrator Notice: Only seven living individuals are permitted access to this file. Modified Special Containment Procedures: For the purpose of ongoing containment of SCP-3930, it is important for all personnel assigned to SCP-3930 (outside of the personnel permitted to have access to this file) to understand that SCP-3930 does not exist, nor has ever existed. Personnel currently assigned to SCP-3930 who assert SCP-3930’s existence are to be reassigned and given a full psychological examination to ensure their understanding that SCP-3930 does not exist. Individuals who are unable to do so are to be remitted to the current 3930 Research Lead for termination. All personnel assigned to SCP-3930 must understand that, despite any language or orders that may imply otherwise due to their content, SCP-3930 does not exist. SCP-3930 is contained at its location of discovery. Access to the region containing SCP-3930 is strictly forbidden. A perimeter has been created around SCP-3930, roughly 1km in diameter. Any unauthorized individuals crossing this perimeter with intent to approach SCP-3930 are to be terminated on sight. The seven individuals permitted to access this file have total executive authority over the containment of SCP-3930 and administration of personnel assigned to SCP-3930. The sustained non-existence of SCP-3930 is the containment procedure for SCP-3930. Description: SCP-3930 is a static void located within a 1 km perimeter near Usinsk, Russia established by Soviet scientists in the early 1970s. SCP-3930 does not emit or absorb light or sound, does not have shape or texture, cannot be passed through, cannot be interacted with, cannot be manipulated in any way, and has no dimension. Through extensive testing using a variety of techniques, Foundation researchers have been able to certify with 99.999% accuracy that absolutely nothing exists within the region described as SCP-3930. Despite this, subjects exposed to SCP-3930 will invariably describe the space as containing flora and fauna similar to those in the surrounding area, as well as a structure somewhere within the nonexistent space. How individuals are capable of perceiving SCP-3930 is currently unknown, though several hypotheses have been produced (see Addendum 3930.3 for details). As SCP-3930 cannot be passed through or interacted with (as SCP-3930 is not something that exists), extant objects or entities cannot “enter” SCP-3930. Nevertheless, individuals who attempt to approach SCP-3930 and go into it will nonetheless be perceived as doing so by other observers. The moment the individual passes the nonexistent “border” of SCP-3930, they cease to exist. Despite this, outside observers will continue to perceive the individuals who pass into SCP-3930 for some time afterwards, until such time as they no longer do. In summary, SCP-3930 does not exist. SCP-3930 is not a physical location, point in time, singularity, vacuum, extradimensional space, meta construct, or any other extant descriptive, as a requirement for any such descriptive is existence, which SCP-3930 lacks. SCP-3930 cannot be said to be anything, regardless of its perceived properties. As SCP-3930 does not exist, it cannot contain anything that exists. Due to this, anything that attempts to pass through or enter SCP-3930, which is impossible due to SCP-3930 being nonexistent, will also cease to exist. Despite all of the above, human beings will still perceive SCP-3930 as perceptible and things that become nonexistent due to SCP-3930 as similarly perceptible. Most notably, certain attributes of SCP-3930 perceived by cognizant beings are altered significantly by the number of individuals who both are aware of SCP-3930 and are aware of the fact that it is affected by awareness. For more information about this, see Addendum 3930.3 Lastly, the effect human perception has on SCP-3930’s perceived properties cannot be diminished with amnestics, or even natural death. The only known method to affect the nature of SCP-3930’s perceived abilities is for the individual who had previously perceived SCP-3930 to enter SCP-3930 and become nonexistent. While the effect this has on SCP-3930 is not immediate, it will diminish over time until becoming stable again after roughly thirty-one days. The highest number of individuals able to perceive SCP-3930 while still maintaining the void’s stability is ten, seven of which are accounted for by containment procedures, two allowed for testing purposes, and one for any potential civilian interference. Addendum 3930.1: Discovery The records of SCP-3930’s original discovery were lost in the dissolution of the Soviet intelligence community, but it is believed that SCP-3930 was likely discovered on more than one occasion by individuals who, by virtue of attempting to interact with SCP-3930, no longer exist. Notably, near the end of the Soviet Union SCP-3930 was known about only by State scientists and researchers, and it is not believed that any members of GRU Division “P” were made aware of SCP-3930. If the state scientists were aware of the nature of SCP-3930, this was likely by design. The number of individuals who had perception of SCP-3930 before these containment procedures were enacted is unknown, though records indicate that the state scientists experienced extreme difficulties in both containing the anomaly and doing research on it. Their lack of proper understanding of SCP-3930’s anomalous qualities led to a significant loss of life, which further exacerbated the situation regarding SCP-3930. By the time Foundation operatives had discovered SCP-3930, only a small number of the original research team members remained, the rest having been lost to SCP-3930. The implementation of SCP-3930’s current containment procedures also came at the cost of an unfortunate loss of life. More information about this can be found in Addendum 3930.3. Addendum 3930.2: Exploration Log Exploration into SCP-3930 is impossible as per the previously established understanding of SCP-3930. Regardless, outside observers are capable of perceiving individuals who enter SCP-3930 (and as such, cease to exist) and even receiving audio transmissions from them. Notably, audio and video recording equipment does not function properly near SCP-3930. Video cameras are not capable of capturing a non-entity, and footage of SCP-3930 is subject to the same anomalous visual perceptual abnormalities as regular observation of SCP-3930. The same is consistent with audio recordings. In short, all audio and video equipment stops functioning the moment it enters SCP-3930, though observers will continue to perceive proper functioning, even if the discrepancy is noted1. The following is an audio log transcription, penned by 3930/7/42 as he perceived it. During the recording of this log, 3930/7/4 spoke into a microphone, perceived a response, and then repeated the response into another recording device. As such, it is worth mentioning once more that the following is simply a conversation that 3930/7/4 appears to have with another human who did not exist at the time of this recording, with both individuals' dialogue being spoken by 3930/7/4. 3930/3/3 moderated this event and confirmed the accuracy of the perceived responses, as well as curated the logs afterwards. [BEGIN LOG] 3930/7/4: Alright D-124, I need you to start walking forwards. Can you tell me what you see in front of you? D-124: Trees. The woods. 3930/7/4: Any animals or wildlife? D-124: No. 3930/7/4: Alright. Proceed forward. Silence. 3930/7/4: You’re approaching the boundary of the anomaly. Do you see anything now? D-124: I don’t, no, still just- At this point, D-124 disappeared into SCP-3930 and ceased to exist. Audio monitoring equipment confirmed that his radio had ceased to function. Regardless, neither 3930/7/4 or 3930/3/3 noticed this. D-124: -trees and bushes and stuff. 3930/7/4: Continue forward. Silence. D-124: Hey, hang on. There is something up here in the clearing. Some kind of building. 3930/7/4: Can you describe it for me? D-124: Yeah, it’s uh… short. It has a bunch of, uh… I think it’s like an apartment building. It’s really overgrown, though, like it’s been abandoned for a while. 3930/7/4: How big is this structure? D-124: Well, I don’t know. Maybe… one-hundred feet long? I count six doors on this side. It looks like it might curve around in the back. 3930/7/4: Go ahead and continue forward. D-124: Sure. Silence. D-124: I actually, by the way, I just noticed something. There’s a sound I can hear now, but it’s really quiet. I thought it was the wind or the grass a moment ago, but it’s definitely neither of those. 3930/7/4: What does it sound like? D-124: (Pauses) Honestly, I don’t know. It’s faint. 3930/7/4: Roger. Keep us updated on that. Silence. D-124: Alright, I’m up on the building. Definitely some kind of apartment building. White walls, brown doors. Wood. There’s uh… I guess some kind of other building over here, maybe an office? 3930/7/4: Can you open any of the doors? D-124: I can try. Hang on. (Pauses) That one’s locked. (Pauses) This one too, hang on. (Pauses) I’m looking in the window, trying to see if there’s anything in here, but uh… it’s just dark. I can’t see beyond the curtains. 3930/7/4: Please continue to check the doors. D-124: Yeah. (Pauses) Got one. Let’s see. (Pauses) Definitely, uh, definitely nobody has been here in a while. It’s dark, dusty. Just one bedroom, I think. Not much furniture, some chairs and a small bookshelf. Nothing on it though. Let me look in the bedroom. (Pauses) Twin bed. A chest of drawers, but they’re… they’re empty. The bed is made. Curtains are drawn everywhere, hang on. (Sound of curtains being opened.) This window here just faces the other side of the, uh, of the clearing here. This building is a big L shape, it goes on down that way a bit. 3930/3/3: (Away from microphone) Can you turn that light off? It’s too goddamn bright. D-124 continues to search the room and attached bathroom for the following five minutes. Eventually, he is asked to leave by 3930/7/4. D-124: Yeah, alright, let me- hang on. 3930/7/4: What is it? D-124: I… did I open these blinds earlier? 3930/7/4: What? D-124: The blinds, the fuck… I drew the curtains back earlier, I mean. When I walked into the bedroom. 3930/7/4: I don’t know, I- D-124: No, I definitely did. I remember it specifically, because then I looked out that window. I opened these curtains. (Pauses) Is there something else in here? 3930/7/4: We don’t have reason to believe so, no. D-124: Then what closed the fucking curtains? Why are they closed? 3930/7/4: We don’t know that. D-124: Of course you don’t know that, but… man, I definitely opened these. Because I stepped over here and looked out and… I said, uh… well, I said that there was somebody out there, or… huh. I don’t remember what I said, actually. Maybe I was wrong. (Pauses) That’s weird. 3930/7/4: Come again? D-124: Nothing, I just, uh… I guess I’ll keep going here. Silence. D-124: Next room here is more of the same. It’s, uh, it’s backwards from the other one though. This room has a TV in it. 3930/7/4: Is the TV on? D-124: What? No. Nobody has been here in weeks, maybe years. I don’t think that- (Pauses) Actually, you know what? The TV is still warm. Somebody has been in here too. Let me see if… (Pauses) 3930/7/4: What is it? D-124: It’s on, but it’s…strange. The channels keep skipping around. Just images, pictures. Black and white. A backwards ocean. Mirrors and faces. A funeral pyre. (Pauses) It keeps coming back to one image. Black background with uh… (Pauses) dark shapes floating around. More than one. They’re really small. Hard to see. Fading in and out. (Pauses) Can you hear that? 3930/7/4: We cannot. D-124: It’s that sound again. Not coming from the TV. Maybe from outside? (Pauses) This, uh… huh. 3930/7/4: Come again? D-124: Well, it’s just that… this is going to sound crazy, I know, but I swear I came into this room through a door on that wall, and now the door isn’t there. There’s a window there instead. 3930/7/4: Can you see out of the window? D-124: I can, uh… (Pauses) Alright, this is going to sound really crazy, but I can’t open the curtains. When I go to pull them back, there are just… more behind them. And more behind those. 3930/7/4: Are there any other exits to this room? D-124: There’s a- At this point, a telephone in the mobile research station began ringing in the same room as 3930/7/4 and 3930/3/3, the latter of whom stood to answer it. As he did, 3930/7/4 described hearing another phone ringing on the other end of the audio transmitter, near D-124. D-124: There’s a phone ringing. I don’t remember it being here, hang on. 3930/7/4: Hey, don’t- D-124 and 3930/3/3 in unison: Hello? (Pauses) Yes, we’re watching. (Pauses) Listening in on this. (Pauses) Can you hear me? At this point, 3930/7/4 notes severe echo originating from his audio receiver coming from D-124. D-124 and 3930/3/3 in unison: Hello? Hello? Can you hear me? Am I speaking to you right now? What is this? 3930/7/4: Hey- hang up the phone! Hang up the goddamn phone! 3930/3/3 hangs up the telephone and appears confused and disoriented. On the other end of the audio receiver, D-124 expresses similar confusion. D-124: What was that? Did you hear any of that? 3930/7/4: D-124, are there any exits from the room you’re currently in? D-124: Yeah, there’s a stairwell here. I can try that. 3930/7/4: Roger, please do. Silence. D-124: Alright, I went down the stairs, and now I’m in… another room. No, wait. Is it? (Pauses) Hey, I forgot to mention earlier, but my skin feels really strange. 3930/7/4: What do you mean? D-124: Sort of chalky. And when I brush my hand against my arm, it just sort of uh… I don’t know how to describe it. It’s like it just stops being there for a minute. 3930/7/4: Noted. Can you describe your surroundings now? D-124: There’s the same couch as the previous room, but there’s something different about this one. Maybe the room is the wrong size? It feels a little bigger, things are more spread out. 3930/7/4: Can you get back up the stairs? D-124: Stairs? 3930/7/4: The stairs you just descended down. D-124: What stairs? 3930/7/4: You just descended down a flight of stairs. To get into this room. D-124: No, I came through the front door, right over here. (Pauses) It’s weird. The door’s locked now. Are you sure you can’t hear that, by the way? 3930/7/4: Can you describe the noise you’re hearing? D-124: Like… you ever listen to static? 3930/7/4: Sure. D-124: Sometimes you hear things in the white space, yeah? Your brain filling in the gaps. This sound is like that sound, the sound your brain makes, only without the static. It’s really not very loud, but it’s really noticeable. (Pauses) I think, uh… let me see. There should be a door out of here, somewhere. Let me look. D-124 continues to look through the room he is currently in for an exit for the following four hours. Despite attempts by the control group to assist D-124 in leaving the room, he is unable to do so. D-124: I’m noticing something again. I know why this is all taking so long. The space in between everything is really big now. It’s taking me ten minutes now to walk from the sofa to the TV. I needed twenty to get to the kitchen. 3930/7/4: What? Since when? Why didn’t you mention this earlier? D-124: I don’t know, I- (Pauses) There’s a knock at the door. Hang on. (Pauses) Hello? (Pauses) There’s a man outside. He wants to know if I’m listening. 3930/7/4: Am I? D-124: Yeah, I am. (Pauses) Alright. (Pauses) He says there’s a way out, going down through the, uh, through the floor. He said if I lean back enough, I’ll just go there, so… Silence. D-124 does not respond for thirty-eight minutes. 3930/7/4 and 3930/3/3 do not speak for thirty-eight minutes. D-124: White noise. Silence. 3930/7/4: Are you there yet? D-124: It’s further than I thought it would be. I think I’m starting to get it. Are you listening? 3930/7/4: Are you listening? D-124: Good, don’t stop listening. I’m down below here, now. See, I thought the things I was seeing were something to do with me, but they’re really not. I’m not really seeing them. (Pauses) Yeah, this makes a lot more sense. Not to me, but maybe to you. Maybe it doesn’t matter. (Pauses) So you know what I said earlier about listening to static, right? The same sort of thing is happening with my eyes now. Filling in the blanks. 3930/7/4: What do you see? D-124: There was a hole in the world here, and this place got pulled down into it, like a drain. People too. I can actually see it, now, the whole building, drawn into the tiny little… spot. Fracturing out and broken. (Pauses) Alright, yeah. Yeah yeah yeah. This is a response. Like a reaction. Nature doesn’t abhor a vacuum, but people do. Your minds aren’t made for this, right? You stare at the stars and see things, because that’s what you do. Making sense of it. Order is a man-made concept. 3930/7/4: Can you describe the space you’re in now? D-124: I’m not. 3930/7/4: What do you mean? D-124: You know I’m not, actually. As soon as you realize it, this’ll all be over. 3930/7/4: As soon as I realize what? D-124: You just have to look away from the screen and you stop seeing the, uh… you stop seeing the patterns. I’m… if you look away, you’ll stop seeing me, and you’ll… you’ll stop hearing me, and that’s what I’m hearing, that’s what I’ve been hearing this whole time, yes, that makes sense, because if you blink you lose it and once it’s gone it’s nothing again, so they try to get your attention and if they lose it they’re nothing, and- 3930/7/4: Slow down, I need you to- D-124: -no no no, you look away and the patterns go away. You stop listening and you don’t hear them. They’re nothing, and now I’m… don’t you get it? 3930/7/4: Are- At this point, there is a minor dip in electrical systems as the on-site generator activates. Both 3930/7/4 and 3930/3/3 immediately become aware that the audio transmitter is no longer functional. Attempts to contact D-124 fail. [END LOG] Addendum 3930.3: Interview with 3930/1/1 The following excerpt is taken from an interview log conducted with Dr. Andrei Vasiliev, a Soviet scientist who was found operating the containment procedures for SCP-3930 before the beginning of Foundation intervention. Dr. Vasiliev was eventually offered a position within the Foundation, and became 3930/1/1 shortly afterwards. The interviewer was Dr. Piotr Kuzkin. Translation provided by Dr. Simon Pietrykau. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Kuzkin: What is it? Dr. Vasiliev: It isn’t anything, not in any measurable sense. It’s a static, uncompromised void. A space where nothing exists. Dr. Kuzkin: How did it get here? Dr. Vasiliev: We don’t know. It was found, whether by someone within the State or an outside player, and we arrived first. Dr. Kuzkin: What do you know about it? Dr. Vasiliev: Know about it? What is there to know? There’s nothing there. Nothing for us to measure, nothing for us to test. Things that cross its threshold disappear and cease to be. We have tried sending in soldiers with recording equipment, but they all met the same fate. Dr. Kuzkin: What happened to the rest of your team? Dr. Vasiliev: Ah… (Pauses) Perception is key. Everything you can test for will tell you there is an absence there, yes? But you look at it and you still see forest and trees and even animals. Walk far enough in, and you might see a building, or people. But none of it is real. By the time you see the building, in whatever shape it takes, you’re not real either. You have become little more than the reflection of yourself perceived by someone else’s mind. This thing, this void… (pauses) It is a hateful mirror. It desires you to look at it. The more who look, the more hateful it becomes. Dr. Kuzkin: But what about the rest of your team? Dr. Vasiliev: There were too many of us. Too many of us stared into the void, and it started screaming. Dr. Kuzkin: Screaming? Dr. Vasiliev: When you approach it, you will start to hear it. So faint it might be nothing, or less. But a noise. Something queer has happened. Human minds have evolved to see patterns where there are none, so when cast over a space where there is nothing at all, the mind begins to create something from nothing. What you hear is something rudimentary, an almost imperceptible sentience. It is a flash along the edge of the void as our minds attempt to perceive something that isn’t there. And it hates. Dr. Kuzkin: What do you mean, it hates? Why would it hate anything? How would you know? Dr. Vasiliev: Because there were too many of us. Each member of our team cognizant of the void, each trying to perceive it. These flashes, these tiny screamers, eventually they began to… to bind together. Make no mistake, Dr. Kuzkin, they are not real. They are to the neutrino what the neutrino is to us, less than nothing. But they are somehow aware of their nothingness, and they are hateful. Their existence, I believe, is torment. They hate the universe for being. They hate themselves for being. And they hate us for making them be. They are nothing but hate. (Pauses) Given enough time, and with enough of us trying to look into this void, something crawled out of it. (Pauses) Afterwards, there were ten of us. The anomaly has been stable since. Dr. Kuzkin: What came out? Silence. Dr. Kuzkin: How long have you been here? Dr. Vasiliev: Decades. Dr. Kuzkin: Why didn't you call for relief? Dr. Vasiliev: Once you've heard the screamer, you can't unhear it. Calling for relief would just be damning another soul. Dr. Kuzkin: The other day, the remainder of your scientists disappeared. Where are they? Dr. Vasiliev: They entered the void. Dr. Kuzkin: Why? Dr. Vasiliev: There are too many of us now. You brought twelve, and there were eight of us. There can be no more than ten. Once you have perceived the void, your mind cannot be made to forget it. There are thirteen of us now, but there must be no more than ten. Dr. Kuzkin: You talk about this void like it’s some kind of intelligent creature. How can this nothingness be something intelligent? Dr. Vasiliev: They are not the same thing. The void is what it is, a region of non-existence. It is unfathomable and unalterable, and we know nothing about it. But the pattern screamers are, yes, in some way intelligent. But they are only intelligent because they are us. They are our reflection in this hateful mirror. (Off camera activity. Dr. Kuzkin looks away. Dr. Vasiliev looks at the camera for a moment.) Dr. Kuzkin: Alright. Is there anything else? Dr. Vasiliev: There can be no more than ten. I will go into the void, and then two of your own must follow. Dr. Kuzkin: And if they do not? Silence. [END LOG] Footnotes 1. Such as alarms or warnings that the equipment is malfunctioning or has disconnected from its source 2. 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SCP-3931 | keter | Item #: SCP-3931 Special Containment Procedures: All non essential Foundation operations are to cease, effective immediately. Proposals for the neutralization of SCP-3931 are no longer being accepted. All Foundation outposts should follow standard abandon-in-place XK procedures. Description: SCP-3931 is an ongoing thaumaturgical ritual capable of targeting all living organisms in the observable universe. The effects of SCP-3931 are believed to be fatal and catastrophic at this time. The origin of SCP-3931 and related thaumaturgical rites remain inconclusive. A timeline of events relating to SCP-3931 has been compiled below. Date Event 05/10/2024 The Global Occult Coalition discovers SCP-3931. D.C al Fine claims that efforts to destroy the anomaly via counter rituals failed. Emergency communications ensue between the Council of 108 and O5 Command. 06/10/2024 Foundation and GOC thaumaturgical specialists determine the nature of SCP-3931: it targets organisms which are stationary and eliminates them via cremation. Though the workings of such a ritual are not yet fully understood, the Foundation Thaumaturgy Department reports that SCP-3931 is actively undergoing an activation period and is 95% likely to fully execute on 14/10/2024. Research into a means to halt SCP-3931 begins. 07/10/2024 Positive-aligned GOIs are informed of the situation and aid is requested. The GOC still refuses to elaborate on the discovery of SCP-3931, and thus O5-2 and O5-7 propose to launch an investigation into the GOC. The motion passes unanimously and a provisional task force is assembled by 17:45. 08/10/2024 The US DOD PENTAGRAM sector and The British Supernatural Intelligence Service1 offer assistance. Other GOIs who were contacted the previous day have either not replied or are unable to help. Meanwhile, Foundation investigations have begun and several insiders at the GOC are contacted. 09/10/2024 Investigations reveal that SCP-3931 was developed by the GOC. D.C al Fine confirms this; the GOC intended to use a related ritual as a weapon to eliminate selected targets such as reality benders. An error in testing resulted in the current situation, where an incorrect incantation was performed and SCP-3931 manifested. O5 Command and MI666 Directors express anger but eventually agree to cooperate with the GOC under the interests of averting a K-Class Scenario. 10/10/2024 PENTAGRAM Director Rowan Barichello leaks information regarding SCP-3931. Several Groups of Interest express their concerns, some begin to panic and others take the situation as an opportunity to wreak havoc. Director Barichello intends to disband Veil Operations (and thus, the International Veil Agreement) by issuing emergency broadcasts across the United States. GOC intervention via assassination succeeds and the situation is deemed clear at 14:29. GOC-Foundation research teams are still unable to develop a method of neutralizing SCP-3931. After much internal debate, the Foundation and GOC agree to contact the Serpent's Hand for help. 11/10/2024 Several governments are informed of the current SCP-3931 situation by numerous GOIs. Only two nations agree not to inform their citizens of the situation at hand. O5-11 announces that the Veil is at a critical state; InfoSec efforts are hindered by several nations. Attempts to shut down social media and telephone lines only prolong the inevitable Broken Masquerade Scenario. Although the Veil is soon lifted, the public at large still remains sceptical. At this time, SCP-3931 documentation is declassified for all Foundation personnel. Neutralization proposals are opened to all levels of staff but efforts to halt SCP-3931 are still largely unsuccessful. Despite previously being calm, global panic ensues after a PENTAGRAM information leak occurs at the US Pentagon. The information not only defines thaumaturgy and discusses the properties of SCP-3931, but it also reveals several GOIs and anomalies to the international community, including the Foundation itself. Social media is restored some time after 22:00 per requests from several anomalous and non-anomalous entities. 12/10/2024 O5-6 is asked to appear to the public in London to quell the fear of the impending XK Scenario. The event is a failure. MI666 later announces that it is no longer able to support the Foundation due to the rise of anomalous groups in the nation2. Site-01's Contingency Sector indicates that several developing nations are at a critical state. A nuclear standoff between the US and North Korea3 begins some time after 21:00 but the situation resolves itself with minimal intervention. At 23:52, O5-13 states that the situation has been averted. The public is not informed of this. 13/10/2024 O5-2 announces on the newly verified Foundation Twitter account that no further efforts to stop SCP-3931 would be made. Public outcry worsens; the GOC refuses to make a public statement. Walkathons and hiking trails are setup by remaining authorities as a means to survive after full activation of SCP-3931. By continuously walking, it is believed that individuals can prolong their death4. Contact is finally established with the Serpent's Hand, who refuses to help the Foundation unless O5 Command agrees to grant them, as well as several anomalies, amnesty. Debate amongst the O5 Council is lengthy, and by the time a consensus is made, remaining Serpent's Hand members have already evacuated to the Wanderer's Library. Approximately an hour later, at 16:17, all Foundation personnel are given the option to abandon their posts. 14/10/2024 Foundation sites initiate abandon-in-place procedures and all sites are locked down by 06:00. Following this, Site-01 becomes the only active Foundation site, with the exception of orbital and lunar sites5. A letter addressed to the O5 Council from Wilson's Wildlife Solutions arrives at Site-19, but there are no personnel remaining at the location. The O5 Council spends the next three hours attempting to establish communications with Tim Wilson to no avail. Remaining Foundation staff are invited to Site-01. See Addendum for further information. Addendum: Aftermath On 14/10/2024, a final meeting was organized at Site-01 with all remaining Foundation staff. Due to a major loss in personnel and resources, no plan was put in place to survive the expected XK Scenario. However, no casualties were reported. With staff in disarray, the remnants of the Thaumaturgy Department immediately conducted analysis of SCP-3931 - it had activated as expected, but did not affect any organisms on earth. By 16/10/2024, the GOC similarly reported no casualties. The following address was given by O5-1 shortly thereafter: [O5-1 sighs.] I don't know what to say really. I suppose I'll start with an explanation. In all honesty, I have no idea why we're not dead yet. Nobody really knows for sure. Right now, we think it's because the, uh, parameters of 3931 are pretty unclear. It just kills anyone who is stationary, but doesn't specify anything beyond that. Technically, we're constantly moving thanks to the earth's rotation and orbit. The origins of 3931, while kind of vague, date a long way back. Those who made the spell probably didn't think, or didn't know, about orbits, so yeah, kudos to science. We usually try to maintain normalcy but I think this time normalcy saved our asses. With that out of the way I just… I just want to say that I'm sorry. O5-12 actually suggested that this might happen but at the time we couldn't risk having 3931 activate. We have all lost friends, colleagues and even family, because we— because I have failed you all. I knew there was a chance this whole thing with 3931 would flop but I was still so absorbed, trying to stop it. I was too blinded by my own tunnel vision to fully realize just how bad things had gotten around the world. We could have kept things under wraps. Everyone - supposedly - would have passed away peacefully without even knowing that 3931 existed. If we had kept this whole thing a secret, most of you here wouldn't have met the Council today. Most of you wouldn't even be here at Site-01 right now; you'd probably be having drinks with your friends, or maybe going for a date with that researcher you've liked for a while, or maybe you'd be with your kids at home. Instead, we failed in one of our most valued operations: informational security. I wish I had some grand speech or amazing plan to rebuild and put us back up there but I don't. I really don't. What do we even do now? Sure, 3931 didn't kill everyone but it sure as hell did a great job of ending the world. Just being aware of an XK level threat was enough to ruin everything. [O5-1 clears their throat. Paper can be heard rustling for a moment.] I don't know what the hell happens next, but we'll try to do what we've always done. And hopefully, the next XK threat will actually destroy us, ahead of our own self-destruction. More by this author Footnotes 1. Informally known as MI666. 2. GOI Diplomats from Site-48 establish contact several hours later, thanking the organization on the O5 Council's behalf. 3. The conflict began after US PENTAGRAM officials used North Korea as a scapegoat for the creation of SCP-3931. 4. In some regions, bicycles are offered. The use of vehicles is also suggested by numerous organizations and individuals, however, most populaces are unable to use roadways or have no way to access fuel supply at this point in time. 5. Due to the severity of the situation, the Department of Astronomy was unable to retrieve personnel who were deployed at these sites. O5-5 later expresses her gratitude to those stationed at these locations. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-3931" by SketchyTh0ughts, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-3931. 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. |
SCP-3932 | keter | by stormbreath An ambassador from the Great Barrier Reef Empire-In-Exile during diplomatic negotiations with the Foundation. Item #: SCP-3932 Special Containment Procedures: An audio file of SCP-3932 is to be kept on secure Foundation servers at Site-72, Site-01, and Site-19. Personnel with Level 3 or higher access are permitted to listen to SCP-3932 at any time, provided that no cetaceans are within audible range. The Foundation's current containment strategy for SCP-3932 has been the establishment of diplomatic relations with the three SCP-3932-Δ nation-states. The Foundation currently maintains positive relations with these groups, and has negotiated several points over various treaties: The Foundation is not to intentionally contain or kill instances of SCP-3932-Δ unless they pose an active security threat. Uncontained instances of SCP-3932-Δ are not to create new instances of SCP-3932-Δ through the usage of SCP-3932 exposure. Instances may, however, expose any naturally born offspring to SCP-3932. The three nation-states of SCP-3932-Δ are to conceal themselves from the outside world until such a date when their existence can become public knowledge. The Foundation is to attempt to shift global policy to more actively prevent the deaths of cetaceans worldwide, including those that are not SCP-3932-Δ instances. The three nation-states of SCP-3932 are not to attack human settlements or vessels within their claimed territory. Description: SCP-3932 is a short vocalization with memetic properties that affect mammals of the Delphinidae family.1 When a delphinid hears SCP-3932, they undergo significant changes, transforming into an instance of SCP-3932-Δ. SCP-3932 has no effect upon humans or animals not in the Delphinidae family. SCP-3932-Δ are physically and genetically identical to non-anomalous dolphins but possess anomalous sapience. Additionally, instances of SCP-3932-Δ possess Class-II Telekinetic abilities, allowing for the physical manipulation of objects despite the lack of hands. All instances of SCP-3932-Δ are capable of vocalizing SCP-3932. After infection, SCP-3932-Δ typically expose all other members of their pod to SCP-3932, as well as any other pods encountered. It is currently believed that the first vocalization of SCP-3932 was created by a non-anomalous dolphin, which then became an instance of SCP-3932-Δ and turned the other members of its pod into SCP-3932-Δ instances. Communication with SCP-3932-Δ has been established by teaching instances Auslan2 and giving them gloves to manipulate. Currently, the majority of SCP-3932-Δ is fluent in Auslan. Translation efforts between English and Cetacean are in progress using An English-Cetacean Phrasebook, recovered from SCP-1986.3 Currently, all instances of SCP-3932-Δ have organized into three nation-states, located within the South Pacific. These nation-states are currently in a state of cold war, which is being diplomatically handled by the Foundation. These nation-states are as follows: The Great Barrier Reef Confederacy: The youngest of the three SCP-3932-Δ nation-states, currently living in the area of the Great Barrier Reef, along the eastern coast of Australia. The GBRC was founded in 1957, following the overthrow of the former Great Barrier Reef Empire. Instances practice rudimentary thaumaturgy. (Current estimated population: 25,000) The Great Barrier Reef Empire-In-Exile: A group that claims descendancy from the former Great Barrier Reef Empire, which was overthrown by GBRC in 1957. The GBREIE is based within the Gulf of Carpentaria and controls the northern coast of Australia. The official state religion of the GBREIE bears marked similarities to Sarkicism, but is not believed to have a shared origin. (Current estimated population: 20,000) The Dolphin's Posadist Republic of Indonesia: The oldest of the SCP-3932-Δ nation-states, founded in 1941. The DPRI currently controls the waters around Indonesia and Papua New Guinea. The DPRI was educated in Trotskyist theory by a GRU-P defector in 1940, and in Posadism by the same defector in 1965. (Current estimated population: 30,000) Formerly, all SCP-3932-Δ instances were under the control of the Great Barrier Reef Empire, which was founded in 1900, and quickly gained control of the entire Oceania region. In 1940, a communist uprising led to the splintering of the state into the Dolphin's Posadist Republic of Indonesia and the Great Barrier Reef Empire. The ruling class of the Great Barrier Reef Empire was later overthrown in 1957, and supplanted by the Great Barrier Reef Confederacy. The nephew of the former Great Barrier Reef Emperor fled to his family's summer palace in the Gulf of Carpentaria, and established the Great Barrier Reef Empire-In-Exile, with the stated goal of eventually reclaiming the Great Barrier Reef. The three current nation-states have been in a state of cold war for the past sixty years, with minor conflicts over territory. Tensions have been lessened due to Foundation diplomatic intervention, leading to the current situation. Foundation involvement concerning SCP-3932 has led to the restriction of the territories of all three SCP-3932-Δ nation-states, and the prohibition of interaction with humans. While SCP-3932-Δ instances previously had limited interaction with humans, these interactions have been mostly concealed, under the cover story of SCP-3932-Δ merely having been slightly more intelligent dolphins. Addendum 3932.14: On 2/18/2018, the Foundation's Diplomatic Department received the following letter from the governments of the GBRC, the GBREIE, and the DPRI. To the Foundation, This is a declaration of war. For far too long have the dolphins of the world been oppressed by tyrannical overlords and genocidal humans. All across the world, our people are slaughtered by the thousands by your kind, and we shall not stand for such treatment any longer. The days of the past, in which our kind was brutally mistreated are over. When you reached out to us, in the earliest days of our people's ascendance, you promised us that things would change and that it would be different. That we would be able to live in a world in which our children would be free. But all we have faced is tyranny and oppression. You bind our people from sharing The Gift that lifted us from nothing, and you force us to allow our lesser brethren to remain in their uninspired state. These indignities shall not stand. We are as great of a race as you, blessed with the same intelligence and capacity for reason. Our differences lie only in the flesh, and not in the mind. Our day shall come, and it shall be soon. Bacchus President of the Great Barrier Reef Confederacy Kavulak IV High Emperor of the Great Barrier Reef Empire-In-Exile Flipper Marx Chairman of the Dolphin's Posadist Republic of Indonesia Footnotes 1. Oceanic dolphins 2. The sign language of the Australian deaf community. 3. Currently, 5% of all SCP-3932-Δ instances are able to fluently read and write in English. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-3932" by stormbreath, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-3932. 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: diplomats.jpg Name: US Navy 050218-N-0401E-001 Commander, Naval Forces Kazakhstan, Rear Adm. 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SCP-3933 | euclid | Bigger Than God Memetic Agents Deployed. Beginning Response Test. I want your body but your soul makes me sick. … Negative response for previous exposure. Accessing document. Photo of a concert by "Tyrannosaurus Flex", prior to the existence of SCP-3933 Special Containment Procedures: Foundation web crawlers are to monitor for mentions of SCP-3933 or any related persons or effects. Such data should be removed under standard data censoring protocols. Remaining physical media referencing any aspect of SCP-3933 is to be retrieved and either stored for documentation or destroyed as appropriate.1 SCP-3933-B is to be held in a standard humanoid containment chamber, and should be supplied with any amenities or medical treatments necessary to ensure its comfort. For archived containment procedures, see documents 3933/1, 3933/2 and 3933/4. Description: SCP-3933 is the collective designation for a song titled "Toxic Soul" (SCP-3933-1), written and released in 1980, and the original four members of the Glam Metal band "Tyrannosaurus Flex" (SCP-3933-A through SCP-3933-D), who wrote and performed the song. When exposed to SCP-3933-1, affected individuals forget all knowledge they had of the band, their music, its members and anything related to them, and become unable to retain new information gained on those subjects. Exposure constitutes listening to approximately 25% of the song in a single contiguous period. These effects are only present in versions of the song performed by SCP-3933-A through SCP-3933-D. Exposed individuals also become completely unable to perceive SCP-3933-A, B, C and D, nor can they perceive actions taken by them. For example, an affected individual watching SCP-3933-A move an object between two positions would perceive the object as functionally teleporting from one location to another; they would not see it floating between the two points. To date, no method of reversing the effects of exposure have been found. History: Formed in England in 1971, Tyrannosaurus Flex achieved significant commercial and critical success, with their projected earnings set to overtake those of The Beatles2 by the early 1980s3. During a concert timed to coincide with the launch of their 13th album the band played the first song from the album, SCP-3933-14, to a crowd of approximately 65,000.5 Due to the nature of its effects, the Foundation did not become aware of SCP-3933-1 until approximately two weeks after its release, at which point a significant majority of the viable population6, along with an estimated 70% of Foundation personnel, had been exposed. Due to the difficulty in containing such wide-spread anomalies, by the time containment was achieved it is believed that exposure was almost global. While approximately 2,000,000 copies of the album containing SCP-3933-1 and 100,000 copies of the single release were retrieved, it is estimated that between 300,000 and 500,000 copies of the album were sold or otherwise distributed and remain unaccounted for. Due to the specific nature of SCP-3933-1, this is not believed to represent a significant security risk. Incident 3933-1 On 05/02/1980, SCP-3933-1 was played to a crowd of approximately 65,000 people, in its first (and only) live performance. Recovered video footage shows that approximately one minute into the song, the crowd began showing signs of confusion and agitation; based on the observed effects of SCP-3933-1, it is assumed that from the perspective of the people in the audience they suddenly found themselves at a concert they had no memory of travelling to for a band they could neither see nor hear. Approximately a minute after the effects began, people started becoming violent and large portions of the crowd attempted to leave the concert. The resulting stampede lead to a large number of fatalities and injuries, and the related violence spread to the surrounding streets, causing further casualties. The resulting riot lasted for approximately two hours before dispersing through a combination of law enforcement action and natural attrition. Knowledge of the riot was eventually successfully suppressed as part of the ongoing containment efforts. Following their containment, interviews were conducted with each of the band members; transcribed below is the interview with SCP-3933-D. The other interviews can be found in Interview Log 3933/3. ▶ Show Interview 3933/1-D ▼ Hide Interview 3933/1-D Interviewer: Agent Christopher Pennings. Interviewee: SCP-3933-D (Brian Hanson). Notes: Interview conducted two weeks after initial containment. At the recommendation of the attending psychologist, permission was given to refer to SCP-3933-D by its name rather than designation for the purposes of ensuring cooperation. Pennings: Mr. Hanson, hello. Can I get you anything? Water, coffee? SCP-3933-D: Brian, please. And no, I'm fine. Pennings: Okay, let's get started then. Did you notice anything unusual in the time leading up to the concert? Hours? Days or even weeks? SCP-3933-D: No. No, I don't think so. I mean, Neil7 was a little more fucked up than normal, but that's not really weird, just Neil being Neil. Just a lot of rehearsals, you know. Practising the new songs, doing promos and interviews with magazines, standard shit. Pennings: What was it - what was he on, do you know? SCP-3933-D: Whatever he could get his hands on. Blow, dope. He was drunk more often than not. Never seemed to slow him down though. You know what people say, band becomes successful, they all go off the rails on drugs and fall apart, but Neil never missed a practice. Pennings: What about you? Try anything new? Get a new dealer? SCP-3933-D: Nah, man. We all tried some shit when we first hit it big, but the first time I took something I spent the next six hours throwing up. Haven't touched anything but beer since. Pennings: And the others? SCP-3933-D: Will8 was the same as me, didn't touch the stuff. Markus9 used to mess around a bit with Neil, but not for years as far as I know. You think drugs did this? Pennings: Probably not. Just trying to eliminate obvious angles. Anybody new in your life? SCP-3933-D: No. At least uh, not anyone that stuck around til morning, you know what I mean? Pennings: Right, okay. Let's talk about the concert. Tell me what happened. SCP-3933-D: Man, I have no fucking idea. The whole thing was… I dunno. God. Pennings: It's okay. Just start at the beginning. Before you went on stage. SCP-3933-D: Okay, sure. Everything was fine backstage. We were all pumped, the sound check went fine. We went out - the crowd went nuts, like they always do. We opened with Dawn of Rock, the fans always love that one. We played a couple of other songs after that, older stuff. Pennings: And that's when you played your new song? Toxic Love? SCP-3933-D: Yeah… Markus did this thing, "We've got something new for you now!", you know, hype the crowd up a bit. Then we started playing. Everything was great for… I dunno, maybe a minute? They were loving it. And then about half way through the first chorus, everything got real quiet. Everyone in the crowd just kind of uh, stopped. Then they all started mumbling. Something was obviously wrong, I thought the sound setup had failed or something. Pennings: What did you do? SCP-3933-D: We kept playing. Didn't stop until we noticed people were leaving. Slowly at first, but I could see the crowd moving away from the stage. Then someone yelled something. I couldn't tell what, but it sounded angry. That's when the fights started. Things sometimes get a bit rowdy up front, but nothing like this. Markus tried telling them to stop with the mic, but it was like they couldn't even hear him. Pennings: Do you remember what he said? SCP-3933-D: Uh, no, not really. Just yelling at them to stop, then yelling for security to get out there. No one did anything though. Pennings: Did you see anyone watching you? Anyone watching the stage? SCP-3933-D: No, everyone had turned away. It's like we weren't even there. We left the stage then, trying to work out what the hell was going on. We found Ian, our manager, but he completely ignored us. Neil grabbed him by the shoulders and started shaking him, but he barely even reacted. Just looked confused. Everyone else was the same, treated us like we weren't even there. A couple of people walked right into us, but they just carried on like nothing had happened. Pennings: When did you leave the stage? Where did you go? SCP-3933-D: We went back to our hotel. We were… I mean I don't want to sound egotistical here, but we're four of the most famous people on the planet right now. And everyone was treating us like we were ghosts. We had no idea what the fuck was going on. Pennings: Anything happen on the way? SCP-3933-D: People were still treating us like we were invisible for about half the walk. Once we got further away people started recognising us again. A couple of people came up to us on the streets, which is what usually happens. I felt a little bad, I normally have a lot of time for our fans but with everything that was going on, Neil kind of lost it, snapped at the guy. The staff at the hotel seemed normal too. Pennings: Did you talk to any of them? SCP-3933-D: No, we went straight up to my room. Sat there all night, trying to work out what the fuck had happened. Tried to call Ian and the label, but no one answered. We all went to bed eventually, but I don't think any of us really slept. The whole thing was terrifying. It was like the whole world had gone nuts, and we were the last sane people left. Pennings: I can only imagine. We didn't find you until about three weeks after that, what did you do in the mean time? SCP-3933-D: The hotel was paid up for a few days, so we stayed there. We eventually got through to some people on the phone at the label, but when they picked it up they acted like there was no one on the other end. They all just hung up after saying "who's there?" a few times. And our… our parents, they did the same thing. All of our parents, like we didn't even exist. It seemed to get worse from there. Pennings: In what way? SCP-3933-D: Like, half the hotel staff could see us the next day, and half couldn't. We'd be talking to one of them, and another would come along and look at them like they were crazy, asking who they were talking to. That got uh, that got uncomfortable real quick. Led to some fights. Happened a lot over the next day. We started avoiding people, but it didn't really matter. A couple of days later, everyone was the same. We would have stayed at the hotel but they gave our rooms to someone else. We were expecting the cops to show up the entire time to arrest us or at least question us or something, but there was nothing. The news mentioned a big riot in the city, but nothing about us. Pennings: Neil said that you visited your parents after the hotel, is that correct? SCP-3933-D: Yeah. Yeah it was… God help me. Pennings: It's okay, take your time. SCP-3933-D: No, sorry, it's okay. Will had driven to the hotel, luckily, so we had a car. Yeah, we went to my parents. They live about an hour outside the city, so it was the closest place we could think to go. They… it was the same as everywhere. They completely ignored me. Their own son. I broke down a bit, I think. Started waving around photos of me, but they didn't notice that either. Started screaming at them, yelling, but it was all pointless. My own parents didn't know I even existed. Pennings: I'm sorry, that must have been rough. SCP-3933-D: They say Hell is the absence of God. Have you heard that? I think it's from the Bible or something. Markus used to say that we were bigger than God. What if God heard him, and now he's abandoned us? Or maybe we died on that stage. Maybe it collapsed and crushed us all. Either way, this is Hell. (Silence.) SCP-3933-D: We're never getting out of here, are we? This is it now for us? Pennings: We're still trying to work that out. SCP-3933-D: Maybe it would be better if we were dead. Pennings: You won't be mistreated. You'll be comfortable. SCP-3933-D: You won't let me play music anymore, you won't give me a guitar. I haven't seen the others since I got here. Being "comfortable", somehow that seems worse. Pennings: I'm sorry, Brian. Once we have a better handle on what happened, maybe something can be arranged. Let's continue. The remainder of the interview revealed a similarly repeating pattern of events. They ultimately made their way to the residence of SCP-3933-A, where containment teams found them approximately two weeks later. Interviews with the other band members contain corroborating details of the incident. Addendum 1 SCP-3933-A was found dead in its cell on 28/04/1980, having died from blood loss due to a self-inflicted injury. It is now believed that no new instances of SCP-3933-1 can be produced. Interview 3933/17-C Periodic interviews with the members of the band have revealed some behavioural concerns with SCP-3933-C. Transcribed below is its latest interview. ▶ Show Interview 3933/17-C ▼ Hide Interview 3933/17-C Interviewer: Doctor Jerry Harper, resident psychologist at Site-129. Interviewee: SCP-3933-C Notes: Interview conducted on 11/06/1985, approximately five years following initial containment. Harper: Good morning, 3933-C. SCP-3933-C: [Unintelligible] Harper: Pardon me? SCP-3933-C: I said, my name is NEIL. Harper: Of course. And how are you feeling today? SCP-3933-C: Oh, just fucking great. Only four of the idiots in what you laughably call the "entertainment room" tried to start shit with me this week10, and I haven't seen the two people here that I can actually stand in months. Harper: From what I understand, it was you that instigated each of these confrontations. SCP-3933-C: Oh yeah, who told you that? Your neckless security drones? What the fuck do those brain-dead pricks know about anything? All they do is stand there. Harper: That's their job. To keep you safe. SCP-3933-C: Keep us locked up, you mean. Harper: We've been over this 3933-C - SCP-3933-C: Neil. Harper: -even if we could be sure that you wouldn't be a risk to others, most of the world wouldn't even be able to acknowledge you. SCP-3933-C: Yeah, so you say. Awfully fucking convenient for you, isn't it. Our message finally starts to reach the masses, and suddenly no one knows who we are. Harper: And what message is that? SCP-3933-C: That the government is full of pricks like you, and you should all be overthrown!11 Harper: We've been over this too, we don't work for the government. SCP-3933-C: Yeah, yeah, your precious Foundation. Keeping the world safe from music and people who refuse to forget all the fucked up shit they've seen you do.12 Harper: You've been increasingly agitated lately, why don't you just tell me what the problem is. SCP-3933-C: The problem? The fucking "problem" is that I've been locked in this hole for five fucking years, you never let me see the others, and the only entertainment I've got is some trash written by an idiot who thinks cars are scary and a book about purple! Harper: The book isn't actually ab- SCP-3933-C: Who gives a shit, you poncy twat! I'm a musician, do I look like I care about books? So yeah, I tried to start some crap with the other poor bastards you've got locked up here. Nothing else to do. Maybe I'll get lucky and the guy with four eyes will start shooting lasers out of one of them, put me out of my fucking misery. Harper: I understand that you're frustrated, but there's no reason your life here can't be fulfilling. If you'd just work with us- SCP-3933-C: It wasn't supposed to be like this. Harper: What's that? SCP-3933-C: Life. It wasn't meant to turn out this way. Stuffed underground in some box, forgotten. Five fucking years, gone. I'd say wasted, but it doesn't matter. We're never getting out of here, are we? Harper: I'm afraid it's unlikely, yes. SCP-3933-C: I was someone. I spent the first 15 years of my life with people telling me I'd never amount to anything, but I made it. All those sad little people with their sad little lives, and I was king of the fucking world. I sure showed them. (Silence.) SCP-3933-C: Sure showed them. And now, here we are. You've already killed one of my friends, and it's been so long since I've seen Will or Brian that for all I know you've killed them too. Harper: Your fri- SCP-3933-C: Shut up, Harper. Just shut the fuck up. I'm done. Send me back to my box. I'm done. Doctor Harper's recommendation following this interview was more frequent meetings between SCP-3933-B, C and D, and a more tailored entertainment regime. Permission is pending. Addendum 2 On 19/01/1995 SCP-3933-C died from liver failure resulting from liver disease, presumed to be caused by significant abuse of drugs and alcohol prior to containment. Addendum 3 On 23/12/2005 SCP-3933-D died from pneumonia, caused by complications resulting from Huntington's Disease, with which it was diagnosed 16 years prior. Addendum 4 SCP-3933-B has been diagnosed with lung cancer, and has an estimated life expectancy of two to three months. For the sake of posterity, a final interview was conducted. ▶ Show Interview 3933/67-B ▼ Hide Interview 3933/67-B Interviewer: Senior Researcher Amaleen Sacaran Interviewee: SCP-3933-B Notes: Doctor Sacaran has been the Senior Researcher assigned to SCP-3933 for 11 years; due to the specific nature of SCP-3933-B, a level of informality exists between them. Due to his condition, SCP-3933-B suffers frequent bouts of coughing and shortness of breath; for the purposes of readability, this transcript has been edited to remove those disruptions. Sacaran: How are you feeling today, William? SCP-3933-B: You know how it is. Can barely walk, barely breathe. Other than that, peachy. Sacaran: Let me know if I can do anything to make you more comfortable. SCP-3933-B: Don't you worry about me, Doc, I'm not going anywhere just yet. And hey, at least I'm still pretty. Sacaran: Heh, indeed. So, truth be told, we almost never do interviews like this. It's rare we have someone like yourself in containment for so long that they… pass from natural causes with some forewarning. SCP-3933-B: Yeah, I getcha. Even locked up in my little room for nearly 40 years, I've seen some of the shit you people get up to. That thing with all the eyes that busted in here a few years ago during one of your containment breaches? I thought that was it right then, but the damn thing just stood there and stared at me. Sacaran: Unfortunately these things do happen from time to time. We don't live in a perfect world, as you well know. SCP-3933-B: Yeah, yeah. So, do you have a Standard Issue List Of Questions Form 28-B you need to ask me? Sacaran: No no, nothing like that. Much less formal. I wanted to ask you, you've been here for 38 years now, near enough. I wanted to know how you felt about that. SCP-3933-B: Youch, dive right in why don't you. I dunno, that's a tough one. (Silence.) SCP-3933-B: I guess… I mean I've been here longer than I was ever out there in the real world at this point. I was what, 29, 30 when you brought me in? And yeah, I was angry about it, for a long time. A long time. I more or less made peace with it after Neil died, though. I guess if things were different, if that shit with the song hadn't gone down, yeah, I'd want to be out there. Hell, maybe it's been long enough that I could go out there right now and interact with the world properly but at this point I've been away from it so long, it'd be like visiting an alien planet. I've kept up with music as much as you lot will let me, and I've seen the odd movie here or there, but I doubt I could even speak the same language as the people out there right now. Sacaran: Yeah, you might be right about that. Even I have trouble keeping up these days. SCP-3933-B: So how do I feel about it? I'd be lying if I said there wasn't a little bitterness, and I'll hate every one of you for however many days I've still got left for not letting me have a guitar, but other than that. You lot are alright by me, Amaleen. Food sucks, though. Sacaran: Hah, you're right about that. SCP-3933-B: It's the things I've missed that bother me the most. My parents, I mean, I'm not an idiot, they must be dead by now or they'd be over 100. And you lot never told me what happened to them, or when. And the others, we haven't been together as a group since the night you brought us in. Even after Markus died… still, too late for that now, I guess. Sacaran: I'm sorry about that, William, I truly am. But we never did work out why that specific song had the effect it did, and we couldn't risk something else happening. SCP-3933-B: I get it. I do. But we were going to conquer the world, the four of us. We would have been remembered for the rest of history. Legends. (Silence.) SCP-3933-B: And now no one even remembers we existed. Sacaran: If you could do it all over again, would you? SCP-3933-B: I was thinking about that the other day. It's funny the things you start to remember when a guy in a white coat tells you you're going to die. Before we recorded that last album, that song, we were all sitting around, drinking and jamming, and Neil said "Do you ever wish we could go back to being nobodies? Just be able to walk down the street without getting mobbed?" Something like that anyway. Sacaran: What did you say? SCP-3933-B: Nothing. None of us did, we all just sat there for a minute, quietly… and then Markus made a filthy joke about how he'd miss the groupies and we all laughed. But I did think about it for a second, what would it have been like to have a different life? And I decided I wouldn't change a God damned thing. Would I do it all over again? Abso-fucking-lutely. Sacaran: You were very close to them. The others. SCP-3933-B: We were best friends. We all grew up together. We were playing music together since we were teenagers. And God dammit, we were good at it. Saracan: I know, I've listened to some of your er, safer songs. They're amazing. SCP-3933-B: Well then, congratulations young lady, you may well be the last living Tyrannosaurus Flex fan on the planet. Sacaran: Okay I've got to ask. Why Tyrannosaurus Flex? SCP-3933-B: Heh, it started off as a joke from when we were back at school. Brian always had a thing for dinosaurs. Used to say that if he wasn't a musician he would have been an archaeologist or something. I don't even remember how the joke went, but it was something to do with the T-Rex having those piddly little arms, lifting weights in the gym. It kind of stuck when we formed a band. Sacaran: And you kept it? SCP-3933-B: Hah! By the time we realised how stupid it was, it was too late. We already had our first album out. Four idiot kids and their idiot band name were suddenly top of the charts. Saracan: I wish I could have seen you live. I suspect that would have been something else. SCP-3933-B: Yeah, those shows, I think that's as close to being a God as any person is likely to feel. Standing on a stage, tens of thousands of people screaming your name. They had a chant, can't remember how that went either but they somehow managed to work all four of our names into a crowd chant. Intercom: Doctor Sacaran, please report to [REDACTED] Sacaran: Damn, looks like our time is up. I'll see you soon, William. SCP-3933-B: Thanks, Amaleen. Oh, hey. One last thing. Sacaran: Yes? SCP-3933-B: I don't know what you did with the bodies of the others. Maybe you cremated them, or froze them or some other mad science shit. But if you still have them, cremate me and put me with others? Chuck us in the sea or blast us into space or something. Sacaran: I'll see what I can do. SCP-3933-B: Thanks, Doc. Sacaran: And I'll see what I can do about getting you a guitar, too. Following the death of SCP-3933-B, SCP-3933 is to have its classification downgraded to Safe. Primary containment procedures will remain unchanged, though with the death of the last person responsible, SCP-3933 is largely self-containing. Footnotes 1. This process was largely complete by 1995 and is no longer considered a priority. 2. The best selling band in history, both at the time and at the time of writing. 3. It was a common claim from SCP-3933-A (Markus Truman, the lead singer for the band) that "if The Beatles were bigger than Jesus, we're bigger than God." Noel Gallagher of the British band Oasis would later go on to repeat this claim, though investigations have revealed no connection between him and SCP-3933. 4. Which was also released world-wide as a single the same day. 5. See Incident 3933-1 for details. 6. Those living in parts of the world likely to be exposed to modern music at the time, typically via radio or television. 7. SCP-3933-C, Neil Sackerson. 8. SCP-3933-B, William McCaffree. 9. SCP-3933-A, Markus Truman. 10. Site-129 primarily deals with entities that display limited-to-no anomalous properties, but must still remain in containment. They are allowed limited social interaction with other detainees in order to prevent issues caused by long-term isolation. 11. Only one song written by Tyrannosaurus Flex contains themes that could be considered anti-government. 12. Approximately 20% of the detainees at Site-129 are those who witnessed significant anomalous events and proved resistant to all amnestic treatments. |
SCP-3934 | safe | A feral adult male SCP-3934 instance captured near Drumnadrochit, Scotland in 1953. Item #: SCP-3934 Special Containment Procedures: A pod of 58 59 SCP-3934 instances is currently contained within Lake Baocang in Site-220's Parazoology Reserve, known publicly as the Baihe Natural Reserve.1 Foundation Parazoologists are to ensure that all specimens receive adequate nutrition and healthcare, and are also responsible for overseeing a breeding program designed to minimize inbreeding-related genetic defects within the population. Bodies of deceased instances are to be disposed of via cremation following standard testing and examination procedures. Reports of uncontained SCP-3934 instances, whether feral or domestic, are to be investigated by members of MTF Phi-2 ("Clever Girls"). Should a live instance be discovered, it is to be brought unharmed to the nearest Foundation facility. From there, transportation will be arranged to Site-220. To prevent accidental injury to personnel or the instance, only members of Phi-2 or other staff experienced in working with Mesozoic reptiles are to interact with the instance prior to its arrival at the Reserve. Description: SCP-3934 is a species of amphibious reptiles produced via anomalous means by Marshall, Carter, and Dark LLP. Instances of SCP-3934, classified as Plesiosaurus pygmaeus, grow to only just over half the size of other plesiosaurs, with adult males averaging 1.9 meters in length and adult females averaging 1.7 meters. Specimens are omnivorous, and subsist on a diet of fish and aquatic flora. Though created anomalously, SCP-3934 instances do not possess any anomalous biological features or adaptations. SCP-3934 were originally created in the early 20th century by MC&D, with the intent to sell instances as exotic pets or aquarium denizens. The exact processes used to accomplish this are unknown2, but instances have been confirmed to share nearly identical skeletal structures with historical plesiosaurs (with the obvious exception of size). Following their success, MC&D used viral marketing tactics to create a demand for the specimens. Starting in 1933 and continuing for the next two decades, MC&D staff leaked images and stories of SCP-3934 to the media, the most famous example of which is the 1934 "Surgeon's Photo". The campaign was a success, and international fascination with the "Loch Ness Monster" phenomenon resulted in further attention. MC&D capitalized on the legend's popularity to sell specimens to numerous wealthy individuals of noble or industrial background in both Europe and the United States. Between 1935 and the present, an estimated 1200-1400 SCP-3934 instances have been created and sold. Pricing is believed to have averaged approximately [DATA REDACTED] USD per specimen in modern currency. SCP-3934 are highly social animals, both with members of their own species and with humans. Seized internal MC&D documents relate that their behavioral patterns were modeled after Labrador Retriever canines in order to facilitate customer satisfaction and safety. However, while their temperament was conducive to their status as pets, the effort required to care for them was not. Due to their size and altered biology, specimens require a specialized diet, a marine habitat at least 1 million liters in volume, and frequent specialized medical care. Many buyers could not provide these conditions, which resulted in the vast majority of SCP-3934 instances dying or being abandoned within two years of purchase. This outcome was likely planned obsolescence on the part of MC&D, as it encouraged repeat purchases of infant instances to replace dead or unwieldy adults. Abandoned or wild-born instances of SCP-3934 often react with uncharacteristic violence towards humans and other mammals. A higher degree of carnivorous predation and territoriality are also common attributes of these feral specimens. In at least three cases, multiple feral instances mated to form wild pods. The largest of these was located in Lake Champlain, where 6 feral specimens resided prior to their containment.3 Through specialized behavioral conditioning, Foundation parazoologists have acheived a 73% success rate in rehabilitating feral specimens. Addendum: Discovery Close Addendum Prepared by the Department of External Affairs Subject: Discovery and recovery of SCP-3934-1 Involved Agents: Level 3 Agent Cyrus Fielding, Level 2 Agent Tobias Rourke, Level 2 Agent Alistair Burton, and Level 1 trainee-Agent Sean O'Doherty. Report: The first instance of SCP-3934 known to the Foundation was discovered in the home of Joseph Caldwell, a noted British financier and philanthropist, on September 19th, 1951. Caldwell was a known customer of MC&D, and a raid had been organized to seize anomalous assets while he was away on business. A containment team consisting of Agents Fielding, Rourke, Burton, and trainee O'Doherty was sent to explore the premises and confiscate any anomalous artifacts discovered. Below is a transcript of O'Doherty's early-model body camera feed during the raid. Material irrelevant to SCP-3934 has been removed. BEGIN LOG The team is crouched behind a hedgerow, Fielding issuing final instructions Agent Fielding: Alright you lot, stay sharp in there. You never know what kinds of impossible rubbish are lying around in a customer's house. That goes double for you Doherty. I've lost good men on nights like this before, I don't intend to lose any today. Agent O'Doherty: Um, sir? It's a, it's actually O'Doherty sir. Agent Rourke: Easy lad. The time to piss yourself is during the mission, not before it. Agent Burton: Give the kid a rest Tobe. I recall you nearly followed that advice in York last year. Agent Fielding: Enough. Move in. The team approaches the rear of the house, and Burton kicks open a side entry. They proceed through a kitchen and find themselves in an open living area. Agent Fielding: Alright. Tobe, you and me'll do a sweep of upstairs. Al, you and the kid check the ground floor and the enclosed pool. Agent O'Doherty: Should we, should we really split up? Agent Rourke: Well don't you sound chuffed about it. We don't have unlimited time y'know? Agent Burton: Speed can be safety at times like these. Now come on. The group divides into two, and agents Burton and O'Doherty proceed to search the kitchen, foyer, and den while finding nothing of interest. The two then make their way to the enclosed pool area. Agent Burton: Well bugger. It looks like this whole night is gonna be a damp squib after all. Not that I should be complaining. Agent O'Doherty: Yeah, at least no— wait, there's something in the water! An instance of SCP-3934 surfaces two meters from the pair, and watches them without approaching. O'Doherty lets out a surprised yelp, while Burton draws his weapon but doesn't fire. Agent Burton: What the bloody fuck is this thing? Both parties remain motionless for several seconds, before the remaining two team members arrive on scene. SCP-3934-1 retreats farther from the group at their arrival. Agent Fielding: Doherty, we heard your— what in hells? Agent Rourke: Is that the fucking Loch Ness Monster? Agent Burton: Whatever it is, I'll take a wager that it wasn't bought at the faire. What are your orders sir? Agent Fielding: We need to get it out o' the water before we can sedate it. Any ideas gents? Agent O'Doherty leaves the room without a word, and returns several seconds later with a fish. Agent O'Doherty: When I searched the icebox earlier there were fish in it. I reckon it eats 'em, and the beastie looks underfed as it is. Agent Rourke: How do ya— Agent O'Doherty: I, uh, I used to work at an animal shelter as a teenager. This thing's showing some familiar signs, and you can see its bones pushing against the skin. Poor thing looks knackered. O'Doherty leans over the pool and beckons with the fish, while speaking in soft and even tones. Slowly, SCP-3934-1 moves closer, before beginning to eat the fish out of O'Doherty's hand. Specimen seems hesitant at first, but quickly gains enthusiasm. After consuming the fish, it moves forward and begins to nuzzle O'Doherty's leg with its neck. Agent Fielding: The hell? Agent O'Doherty: Good beastie. Rourke, get me another fish and I think I can coax it out of the water. As Rourke leaves the room, SCP-3934-1 briefly submerges before returning with a ball held in its mouth. It then moves towards the pool's edge and deposits the ball in front of O'Doherty. O'Doherty then throws the ball towards the other end of the pool. Rourke returns just as SCP-3934-1 promptly retrieves the ball and swims back to O'Doherty. Agent Rourke: Lad, did you just play fetch with the damn Loch Ness Monster? END LOG Footnotes 1. Founded in 1963, Site-220 serves as one of two headquarters of the Foundation's Parazoology Division (the other being Area-12). 48 of the more docile anomalous fauna species are contained within its 163 sq. km reserve. 2. Researchers theorize a link between SCP-3934 and previous MC&D activity regarding specimens of dinosauria. 3. SCP-1933-EX was originally theorized to be one of these uncontained pods, though this was later proven to be false. |
SCP-3935 | euclid | SCP-3935 - This Thing a Quiet Madness Made ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 3935 Level3 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: caution link to memo Salvation High School. Salvation, IN, US Special Containment Procedures: The town of Salvation, Indiana has been evacuated and a fenced 2km quarantine zone has been established around the center of the town. Roads leading to the nearby town of Eminence have been removed and rerouted. Foundation personnel are to monitor all known travel routes into Salvation for signs of civilians. Any civilians caught attempting to enter Salvation are to be remanded to the custody of local authorities. Cover story 3935.18 “Hazardous Waste Disaster” is currently being disseminated. The building containing SCP-3935, Salvation High School, is to be guarded by Foundation security personnel. Under no circumstances are any non-authorized personnel to enter SCP-3935. Individuals believed to be affected in any way by SCP-3935 are to be moved to Temporary Site-81-5 near Eminence for evaluation. It is currently believed that original inhabitants of Salvation are unable to reproduce. Deviation from this expectation is to be closely monitored. Exploration into SCP-3935 is currently forbidden. Due to the hazardous conditions within SCP-3935, any future exploration attempts are restricted to Class-D personnel only. Description: SCP-3935 is an extra-temporal, extra-spatial, non-Euclidean space located beneath the Salvation High School in Salvation, Indiana. While SCP-3935 is the designation for the specific anomaly mentioned above, it is believed that the anomaly currently affects the entire town of Salvation, as individuals have reported anomalous events taking place outside of SCP-3935 as well. The full extent of these effects is not known. SCP-3935 is reachable only through a collapsed section of sub-basement beneath the Salvation High School, near the northwest corner of the building, below the school’s pool. It is believed that SCP-3935 was the source of anomalous activity that took place in Salvation High School in the mid 1970s, which was investigated and contained by members of the Federal Bureau of Investigation Unusual Incidents Unit. Information pertaining to their investigation is available elsewhere in this file. The access point to SCP-3935 proper exists roughly 25m below the collapsed section of basement, in a small antechamber containing a stone arch. The original creator of the arch, or how it became buried so far underground in the first place, are the subjects of investigation. Inscribed on the arch is a phrase in English, not believed to exist elsewhere in literature: The way below winds deeper, longer, unspeakable its patterns laid. The lost forever damned to wander this thing a quiet madness made. Addendum 3935.1: Discovery SCP-3935 was originally discovered following a series of paranormal events that took place within the Salvation High School during the week of June 18th, 1976 (see Addendum 3935.2). Sometime after the end of the primary anomalous activity period at the school, the collapsed section of wall and floor leading to a narrow gap in the foundation was discovered by a member of the custodial staff. The collapsed wall, which is located in an unspecified basement room below the primary basement, deteriorated even further until the gap in the foundation was large enough that a person could fit into. During an audit of the damage by a contractor, a member of the independent team accidentally slipped and fell into the antechamber near SCP-3935. Without a way to easily extract the individual, their supervisor encouraged them to proceed into SCP-3935 a short distance and see if there was a way out. When the individual did not return from SCP-3935, a search was conducted by members of the contractor team and local authorities. When only two of the eleven individuals who entered SCP-3935 returned to the antechamber, and when they began to give accounts of their experiences within, Foundation personnel embedded in local authorities took over the investigation. Over time, anomalous activity began to become more common outside of the high school in Salvation. After the events that took place in June 1976, the town was officially condemned and the entire populace1 was relocated. Addendum 3935.2: UIU Field Report Access Addendum Hide Addendum Note: The following is a summary of the field report filed by UIU Field Agents Lonnie Carter, Patrick Wilson, and Ella Hughes. TOP SECRET FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION UNUSUAL INCIDENTS UNIT Image attached to UIU file. Context unknown. The following is a comprehensive report detailing paranormal activity that took place in the town of SALVATION, INDIANA, between June 18th and June 23rd, 1976. Agents Carter, Wilson, and Hughes dispatched to site of reported activity. Substantial paranormal activity encountered - additional resources requested and employed in cover-up of paranormal activity. No reported involvement by SCP Foundation or its agents. No reported involvement by Global Occult Coalition or its agents. No reported involvement by other notable entities or their agents. After ascertaining the scope of the reported paranormal activity, dispatched agents applied doses of CHEMICAL 1102 to the entire populace of SALVATION. All inhabitants accounted for, and moved to processing center in Indianapolis for further analysis. Quarantine established around SALVATION. After extensive interviews of the population of SALVATION, the following timeline of paranormal activity has been constructed from these eyewitness accounts: Sunday Night: 10th grade students Diane Beasley and Cassandra Thompson report hearing what they described as “someone trying to speak under the ground” when passing by the high school on their way home from a Sunday night church service. Ms. Thompson reports this to her mother, who ignores it. Monday: During gym class, 11th grade student Oliver Baker claims that he can hear voices coming from underneath the pool. Several other students corroborate this story. When school officials come to investigate, they do not discern anything unusual. Notably, the lining at the bottom of the pool appears cracked. Several female students report seeing “faceless things” instead of their own reflections in the mirror of a second story bathroom during a passing period. They do not seem bothered by this. During lunch announcements, many students describe being able to hear a third voice3 speaking unintelligibly below the broadcast. The PA room sits in a media center near the pool, less than 40m from the entrance of the sub-basement room and collapsed wall. Tuesday: Students arriving to the school notice that the Indiana state flag is more than three meters above the top of the flagpole, attached to nothing. The American flag is not found. When observed, students claim that they can also see nine female figures hanging by ropes from the flagpole, which disappear immediately after being seen. During a freshman biology class, one student suddenly stands, is seen rolling their eyes back in their head, and descending suddenly into the floor and out of sight. They reappear shortly later above a ceiling panel in the corner of the room. Despite being unable to identify the student, several of his classmates insist it was just a joke4. Several students describe seeing a student they did not recognize at the school on Tuesday. When pushed to give details of the student’s appearance, none are able to do so. Apparently the only defining characteristic of this student was a purple satchel with the word “Syncope” written on the side in white embroidery. A custodian reports seeing something standing at the bottom of the pool staring at him. Wednesday: Upon arriving at the school, maintenance staff and the custodians note that there is a full two inches of water across all levels of the school. Inexplicably, the school’s principal, Dr. Irvin White, decides to not close the school. At 7:56am, the entire school hears someone whisper the word “hello” in their right ear. Members of the school band realize that their instruments no longer produce any sound. However, when played the students report seeing a “small, black human-shaped thing” flickering in and out of view in the corner of the room, facing the wall. One student, Ava Lideway, witnesses a dark figure walking up and away from the school through the air at an impossible angle. Eventually the figure disappears from sight and is never seen again. No other students address this. Thursday: During a gym class, senior Nate Bennett avoids a dodgeball when it phases through him. As he begins to sink into the floor, he screams for help. Nobody who noticed seemed motivated enough to help him. The entire school shifts up roughly a foot off its foundations at 11:23am. The vice principal sent to inspect it describes “something small, with too many faces, grinning at him from underneath the building” before the school slowly resettles. The boys locker rooms disappear and are replaced by "something that screamed". Witnesses are unable to provide any further details. As the students leave the school for the day, they see nine young women hanging in the air, tilted forward at a 45 degree angle, roughly 25m above the school’s parking lot. They can be seen silently mouthing words. All witnesses described their appearance as "ugly" and "unremarkable". They vanish at approximately 3:00 pm; the majority of all residents describe hearing a child's voice say the word "hello" below them at this time. A panic ensues as town officials have no response for the women in the sky. The principal decides to close the school on Friday. Friday: The entire student body shows up for school on Friday. Being unable to get into the school due to the doors being locked, they assemble outside the front door and wait. No individuals in this group could describe why they were there. There is a knock on a window, and the entire student body sees a small, black, humanoid form standing outside of a second story classroom. The figure begins to phase in and out of the window. The figure disappears, and then begins to phase in and out of other windows. Witnesses describe its movements as “jerky, erratic, and spasmodic”. The figure disappears and the front door unlocks itself. The student body enters the school. The interior of the school has become non-Euclidean. As the students approach the “back” of the space, they realize they are moving down, not into. All students now hear whispers, and some at the edge of the group hear drums in the distance. In the distance, they see the archway leading to SCP-3935. Suddenly, the entire mass of students shifts 50m outside of the space, and are suddenly encased in rock and earth. The students spend roughly 20 seconds trapped in this area, before reappearing back in the school. All students report being the only one in the building and, after wandering through the hallways for a short time, coming across a “doorway below a doorway” and entering the small sub-basement room. Inside the students report seeing three separate visions: a woman crouched over a body of water, blood surrounding her feet and her arms extended into the water up to her elbows, a farmhouse in the middle of a grove of trees that is burning while nine humanoid figures hang in the air overhead, and a weeping woman digging in a field until her hands begin to rot and fall apart. Once the visions subside, the small black humanoid appears. Students hear the entity say the word “hello” again, are immediately surrounded by nine screaming female figures, and then are suddenly in their own homes. As additional agents begin to enter the town to apply amnestics to the subjects, additional anomalous activity is reported around the town. Several individuals report seeing bodies hanging in the sky. Several individuals report turning on their taps and human hair and mucus flowing out instead of water. Several individuals report feeling as if their facial features had disappeared entirely, while several other reported seeing faceless creatures in town. A completely still black humanoid entity is seen frantically appearing and reappearing in rapid succession up and down the main thoroughfare in the town. One unidentified woman reports witnessing a weeping young woman running back into the school building. After following her into the now-unlocked sub-basement, she is unable to find the young woman but is the first to report the collapsed floor. Aftermath Summary: Over the next few days, UIU amnestic regimens begin to take effect. Most townspeople are readily convinced that the things they saw were hallucinations as a result of toxic gasses blown south from a factory to the north. At the end of the next week, contractors assessing the damage to the school discover the sub-basement room, as well as the entrance to SCP-3935. Foundation involvement begins shortly thereafter. Addendum 3935.3: Initial Exploration and Recovery Log Access Addendum Hide Addendum Addendum 3935.4: Anomalous Activity in Salvation Access Addendum Hide Addendum The following are incidents of anomalous activity in Salvation, Indiana reported by staff during the Foundation’s occupancy of the town. Reports of a figure, dressed as a UIU agent, who tries to direct individuals towards the high school. This figure disappears if observed for too long. Agent Wills reported seeing a small black figure sitting underneath his vehicle upon approaching. After looking beneath the vehicle, the figure was not there. Afterwards, Agent Wills reports always seeing the black figure in his peripheral vision. Many reports of sounds coming from a grove of trees near the high school. Examination of the grove returned only a dilapidated one-bedroom house and nine [DATA EXPUNGED] in the backyard. The appearance of nine hanging female figures drives off the exploration team. Further examination of the grove was unable to locate the house. After dark, many agents report seeing the nine female humanoid entities5 jerkily moving towards them in the dark only to slide into the earth or fade away before reaching them. Several reports of similar figures up in trees. Reports of several bodies (no more than nine at a time) that float up from the bottom of a small pond outside of the town and rest at the surface of the water before sinking and disappearing. Likely connected in some way to the nine [DATA EXPUNGED] that appeared behind the house in the grove. Addendum 3935.5: Interview with Person of Interest Access Addendum Hide Addendum Note: The following interview was conducted by Agent Ryan Aimes in 2002. The subject, Mrs. Valerie Fletcher, was a teacher at Salvation High School during the period of anomalous activity in 1976. Image of an unidentified figure in the sky. Collected from UIU report. [BEGIN LOG] Agent Aimes: Can you tell me about your time at Salvation? Mrs. Fletcher: Oh, well… you know, I already told you about the memory loss. Just can't seem to string anything together anymore6… I was a teacher though, see. I taught, uh… English… I believe, and yes, I was at Salvation for some time. Agent Aimes: What can you tell me about the town? Anything you remember that stands out? Mrs. Fletcher: Well… it was quiet, you know. One road in and one road out. We didn't get many outsiders, so we were a pretty tight knit community. I don't even think we had police, you know, because who would need them? We didn't have crime, not really. (Pauses) There were always some people who would tell stories, you know. They… Agent Aimes: Yes? Mrs. Fletcher: What? Hello? Hello? Agent Aimes: You were just talking about people telling stories, Mrs. Fletcher. Mrs. Fletcher: Oh. The young people would go out into the woods and get themselves all riled up about whatever spook or specter they thought they were seeing out there. (Pauses) There were some things that were strange. Well, I don't know if they were actually strange, or if it's just my memory giving me trouble again. Like… sometimes, you'd be driving down the street and you'd see somebody standing on the side of the road, waving, just like this. And you'd look back and nobody would be there. I think it was just the kids playing pranks on people. Agent Aimes: What about at the high school? Anything strange ever happen there? Mrs. Fletcher: High school? Agent Aimes: Where you were a teacher. Salvation High School? Mrs. Fletcher: I… yes, I was a teacher. I taught English, I think. Agent Aimes: Do you remember anything strange happening at the school? Mrs. Fletcher: No… no, I mean, nothing out of the ordinary. We did have a child disappear once, I think. The last she was seen was by the pool… and then nobody ever saw them again. I just think- well, I think they ended up saying they just ran away. Some of them were problem children, you know, trouble. And there's just nothing you can do. Maybe it was better for them, I don't know. There were a lot of people in Salvation who had some strong opinions, and some of them didn't sit very well with the young people. Agent Aimes: What do you mean? Mrs. Fletcher: Oh, you know. The church was very important in town, we had a few and almost everyone went. But we had, if I remember this right, there was one girl who got pregnant, I think… I'm sorry, what were we talking about? I can't… I can't seem to… hello? Agent Aimes: A girl who got pregnant. Mrs. Fletcher: Yes, out of wedlock; it was quite a scandal. I don't remember what happened to her, but I know a lot of people were very upset about it. (Pauses) You know, I don't remember that girl's name… no, no… but I do remember her coming to me one time and asking about something strange she had heard. She was pregnant, out of wedlock. It was quite a scandal, and didn't want- well, didn't want the boys to see, but… she said she was sitting on the bleachers, and kept hearing a- a knocking. Like somebody hitting… hitting something… she didn't want the… the boys… didn't want them to- Agent Aimes: Mrs. Fletcher? Mrs. Fletcher: I'm sorry, I'm just so all over anymore. She, uh, she said she would see things sometimes too, but I don't know anything about that. She also… well, I don't know if I dreamed this or not, but I remember her saying hello to me, too many times. All at once, too, not like a greeting. Like it was the only word she knew for… for a moment, like she… like it was all she… hello? Agent Aimes: Is there anything else about Salvation you remember? Mrs. Fletcher: I… (pauses) It all blurs together, after all this time. I seem to remember there was one time… one time when the, ah, well, somebody found a girl… maybe the, the same… well, I don't know, but they were strung up in the woods, like a hanging. I think they called it a suicide, one of the girls who did cheer, you know, but uh, it was somebody who… well, I don't know why they'd do anything like that. They had a note, uh, they had written… with uh… I'm sorry, anyway, a note in their hand. Actually asked me to look at it, see if it was the same handwriting and everything. Agent Aimes: What did it say? Mrs. Fletcher: Oh, well… if I remember right, it was on one side, they just had a, just like a drawing. Like a building, but strange somehow… I don't remember why. On the other it was just a word written over and over again… I don't remember what it was, I think it was wet, or… or something, you couldn't make it out. Very queer, now that I think… think of it… what a strange thing to write just before you die. Don't you think? Agent Aimes: Do you remember anything from the week you were evacuated? Mrs. Fletcher: No, no, well… I mean, the vapors were very strong that week, from the factory. They said that we might experience hallucinations, and I definitely did… see, I saw, I mean, saw some things. I saw… well, there was one day I imagined a child floating backwards into a wall and then… well, then they, uh… suffocated. Heard him screaming and pounding against the wall, we all did. It was a… a strange hallucination. He stopped… I'm sorry, what am I doing here again? Agent Aimes: We're just talking, Mrs. Fletcher. I'm here with the insurance company. You were talking about the hallucination, remember? About the boy in the wall? Mrs. Fletcher: Oh, yes. I'm sorry, I just don't remember quite so well anymore. The hallucination, though… I saw that boy go in, and then we didn't hear anything else. Now that I think about it, that's very peculiar. The hallucination was very clear, he just… he cried for a long time, and seemed so afraid, but… well… I don't, um… I don't seem to remember it bothering me. I… I think it must have just been a- a prank. Agent Aimes: One last question, Mrs. Fletcher. After the earthquake, they found a room underneath the basement near the pool. Do you know anything about that? Mrs. Fletcher: (Shifts uncomfortably) No, I don't- nobody ever went into that room but the janitors, I think. Just storage. Though… (pauses) you know, I think that girl asked about that room once. Said she… well… she heard some things coming from it. She was very interested in it, I think, before she… uh… well, either way. But I don't know, I might not be remembering that right. I do- well, some of the hallucinations, you know, they told us not to think about them anymore, so I do try not to, but… I know some other people who have, and they… they aren't doing very well anymore. Agent Aimes: Thank you again for your time, Mrs. Fletcher. (Stands to leave) Actually, before I go, do you think you know anything about this? (Shows the subject an image taken of the nine unidentified female figures.) At this point, the subject becomes noticeably pale and short of breath. Mrs. Fletcher: Well… yes, I do. Those are the, uh- that's the cheerleaders. (Pauses) There were, uh, well, let me think… there were ten of them, though, I think. Unless something happened to one of them, there were definitely ten. Footnotes 1. No more than 1,400 people. 2. An early model UIU amnestic, similar to the discontinued Foundation Class Silver amnestics (now replaced with the Y-909 Class B amnestic). Notable for its toxicity and tendency to cause severe damage to human memory centers. 3. Alongside the two announcing students. 4. This student is not accounted for in the attached Salvation population dossier. 5. With extremely distended features, or no features at all. 6. Likely due to the experimental amnestic "Chemical 110" utilized by the UIU in the 1970s. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-3935" by djkaktus, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-3935. 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: cheerleaders.png Author: djkaktus License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki Derivative Of: Name: 1972 - Dieruff High School Cheerleaders.jpg Author: Unknown author License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Filename: figure.png Author: djkaktus License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki Derivative Of: Name: British Night Sky (6965600385).jpg Author: Unknown author License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Filename: humanoid.png Author: djkaktus License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki Derivative Of: Name: 1974 - William Allen High School - Swimming Pool Allentown PA.jpg Author: Unknown author License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Filename: location.png Author: djkaktus License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki Filename: school.png Name: Wetherby High School (6th February 2013) 003.JPG Author: Mtaylor848 License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-3936 | thaumiel | Item #: SCP-3936 Special Containment Procedures: Personnel stationed at SCP-3936 are to broadcast a signal confirming their continued presence there on the first day of each month. Copies of all records marked as being at significant risk of retroactive alteration are to be stored at SCP-3936. Any repairs required by the systems of SCP-3936 are to be performed by an on-site team of engineers. All public activity outside of SCP-3936 is to be logged by personnel stationed there. Description: SCP-3936 is Exclusionary Site-01, a Foundation installation constructed using a macro-version of the technology utilized by the Scranton Box, commonly used to store sensitive documents and protect them from retroactive alterations. Via the use of this technology, SCP-3936 is a Site effectively immune to the effects of potential CK-Class restructuring events. SCP-3936 is currently capable of housing one hundred members of personnel. Monitoring equipment within SCP-3936 allows personnel to perform observation on events in the outside world through streams of media and secure government communications. This information is then backed up within SCP-3936's digital archive, along with any information deemed by the Foundation to be at significant risk of retroactive alteration. SCP-3936 is currently active inactive. Addendum 3936-1: On 01/12/18/04, SCP-3936 failed to broadcast its monthly confirmation signal. Mobile Task Force Qeztel-12 ("Now You See Me") was dispatched to investigate. Upon arrival, MTF Qeztel-12 reported an absence of any Foundation personnel. All records contained in SCP-3936 had also been deleted. However, a large number of non-humanoid corpses were located within the cafeteria of SCP-3936, analysis of which suggested their deaths were caused by ingestion of cyanide pills. The highly irregular features of these corpses include: A roughly star-shaped bodily structure. Two primary limbs, presumably used for object manipulation. Two secondary limbs, presumably used for ambulation. A control node located above a torso-like structure. No signs of secondary or tertiary control nodes were found. A cardiovascular system focused around a single organ, rather than the triumvirate organ system possessed by nearly all known organisms. A small muscle present within what is presumed to be the organism's cavities, which evidence suggests could be controlled freely. A taste described as similar to that of physical pork. A severe lack of verifiable metareceptors. Eyes, which have previously only been recorded in fossils of the Korenvatius genus. Autopsy and further inspection of these corpses is ongoing. Further investigation revealed only a single piece of information remaining in SCP-3936's archives, a message from an individual identified as Doctor Ezekiel T. Jones. No individual under this name is recorded as having worked for the Foundation. The message reads: We'll handle containment ourselves, thanks. There's no need for you to know this. The location of the personnel originally assigned to SCP-3936 is currently unknown. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-3936" by Tanhony, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-3936. 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. |
SCP-3937 | neutralized | Item #: SCP-3937 Special Containment Procedures: All instances of SCP-3937-1 have been cremated, and non-Euclidean portions of Site-112 have been properly sealed by containment teams. Any similar future spatial distortions within any Foundation site, as well as any manifestation of SCP-3937-1 instances, must immediately be reported to the local HCML supervisor and O5 Secretariat Office. Description: SCP-3937 was a non-Euclidean space occupying a former testing lab in the sub-basement of Site-112.1 At the time of its discovery, it contained approximately 250 heavily decomposed cadavers, collectively designated SCP-3937-1, genetically identical to all current Site-112 staff. In follow-up interviews, no staff members were able to account for the similarity of SCP-3937 to personnel, or their sudden appearance. ► POI 3937-A (Oskar Hansen) ● LEVEL 3937-3 CLASSIFIED ▼ CLOSE FILE Oskar Hansen was employed at Site-112 as a Junior Researcher in mnestic development prior to the discovery of SCP-3937. Follow-up investigation revealed him to be an undercover agent of GOI-003 (“Chaos Insurgency”) and was reclassified as POI 3937-A. A relevant segment of post-capture interrogation has been appended below. Due to cooperation of the subject and minimal security concerns, interview was conducted in a standard humanoid containment cell. Dr. Muhammad Iqbar, POI 3937-A’s former acting supervisor, volunteered to conduct the interview. Dr. Iqbar: Describe to us what you were doing in the week preceding SCP-3937's discovery. 3937-A: I had been working on a potential new mnestic strain with Dr. Fried, you know her? Lovely person, I… hope I’ll be able to say goodbye to her. We’d derived it from SCP-████ leaves and had come up with a way to successfully laboratory-produce it, and it had been working fine on all the lab animals we’d tested it on – mice, chimps, that sort of thing. We scheduled a human test, but it didn’t pan out the same way at all. The D-Class identified all the antimemetic targets in the testing room, but then she started pointing out targets that we hadn’t drawn, and when she mentioned the annelids we knew we’d made the strain much, much too powerful. After a few minutes she stopped breathing. That high of a dosage just…well, the human body wasn’t designed for that.2 By that point we’d prepared a pretty significant stock of the strain, and Dr. Fried had me dispose of it. Dr. Iqbar: But you didn’t. 3937-A: My – the Chaos Insurgency, I mean – they had been communicating with me more and more the past month. Through the pictures in my personal correspondence. Dr. Iqbar: I admit, that was clever. We never did catch on to that. 3937-A: They wanted to do a raid on Site-112, and they’d been pressuring me to create a distraction, or… give them an in, somehow… I didn’t want to blow my cover, but I couldn’t keep putting them off, and so when Dr. Fried gave me the barrels, and nobody else was with me, and I thought that maybe… Dr. Iqbar: Where did you put the mnestics, Oskar? 3937-A: I poured them in Site-112’s water supply. POI 3937-A was transferred to Secure Facility 145 on 02/05/2018, and tried and executed for treason by O5 Secretariat. His remains were cremated and disposed of in an undisclosed location. ► 01/03/2018 Site-112 Video Footage ● O5 ACCESS ONLY ▼ CLOSE FILE COGNITOHAZARDOUS AGENT ACTIVATED – LIFE SIGNS VERIFIED The following video footage was recovered from Site-112 immediately after discovery of SCP-3937. The original footage has since been intentionally destroyed due to its cognitohazardous effects, and is only reproduced in this transcript. 06:00: Site-112 Laboratory 8 testing camera is activated. 06:00: Site-112 showers turn on. 06:08: Dr. Muhammad Iqbar enters the frame in a considerable state of distress. He is naked, and appears to have just exited the showers.3 He begins to speak to the camera, although its audio recording system has not been activated. 06:11: Dr. Iqbar picks up the camera and carries it with him into the hall. Multiple other Site-112 personnel are visible, similarly distressed and unclothed. Several of them begin to walk up the walls, and visibly recoil from entryways. 06:20: Dr. Iqbar begins to walk through Site-112. The building layout in the video does not match the layout of the Site, and appears non-Euclidean. 06:22: Dr. Iqbar walks through a corner. A fleshy substance within the wall is briefly observed on video. 06:25: All signs on the walls now read MULTIVERSAL PANOPTICON OBJECT PRESERVATION SOCIETY. 06:27: Dr. Iqbar enters the containment chamber for SCP-████. He passes his hand through it. Nothing is there. 06:29-07:50: Dr. Iqbar enters all other containment chambers on Floor 3. Nothing is where it belongs. 08:00: Dr. Iqbar enters the floor. 08:01: Tunnels pulsate in every direction. One opens, revealing a desert with two suns. SCP-████ is glimpsed entering a tunnel and is lost to view. 08:04: There is a mouth under the floor. Other Site-112 staff are viewed in-frame. They shy away from it. 08:05: Eyes open. Although the audio feed is not active on the camera, there is something like a sound. 08:05: Site-112 does not exist. It has not existed for a very, very long time. The thing that was pretending to be Site-112 begins to move, incredibly fast. 08:05: Dr. Iqbar shuts off camera feed. 08:20: Dr. Iqbar, fully clothed, enters Laboratory 8. He places the camera back in its cradle and exits. As of 17/02/2018, we have determined that SCP-3937 was caused by the temporary incursion of a very similar parallel universe into our reality, creating the non-Euclidian space observed and depositing all instances of SCP-3937-1. As it is possible for this type of incursion to repeat, it is imperative that all personnel report any suspected instances to their local HCML supervisor and O5 Secretariat Office. Failure to comply will result in immediate termination from Foundation employment. O5 Command Footnotes 1. Specializing in amnestic and mnestic production. 2. D-55784 was later determined to have expired due to a severe allergic reaction to one of the mnestic’s base components, and not its dosage. 3. Dr. Iqbar has denied all knowledge of these events. |
SCP-3938 | safe | Item #: SCP-3938 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3938 is to be kept in a standard containment chamber at Site-13. The only furnishing permitted is a singular bike rack. SCP-3938 is to be equipped with a GPS tracking device at all times. Testing is limited to personnel with Level 3 or higher clearance. Description: SCP-3938 is an animate bicycle. Between the handle bars at the front there is a cartoon face made of plastic. It has a round red nose, large eyes with oval pupils, and blue lips. Both of its wheels have an orange wheel cover with a red circle at the center. The bike seat is designed to resemble a sofa cushion with a backrest, and it has a seat belt that goes over the waist. Beneath the sides of the seat are radio speakers. Furthermore, two vertical antenna are attached to the back wheel, and they terminate in small flags bearing a stylized W. At the back, it has a white metal plate which reads "Dr. Wondertainment's Take-You-Anywhere Machine." SCP-3938 is sapient and capable of vocalization in English. It has shown to be familiar with other languages, but due to lack of fluency it prefers not to speak them. Without assistance the item is able to stand up on its own, and wander around its vicinity at a slow pace. However, SCP-3938 claims that it can experience exhaustion from moving itself for prolong periods of time. SCP-3938 exhibits extensive knowledge concerning geography and various landmarks. Whenever possible it will attempt to discuss them with personnel. It has stated that it is part of its intended purpose as an educational product. When ridden by a human, SCP-3938 is capable of traveling up to ██ km per hour. Regardless of speed, it will sometimes leave a trail of flames, playing the songs "Speed Demon" by Michael Jackson or "Bat Out Of Hell" by Meat Loaf on its radio speakers.1 It is also capable of flight via unknown means, which it only performs to go over obstacles2 or at the request of the subject. During the ride, SCP-3938 will ask the rider if they have a specific location they desire to visit. When a location is given, SCP-3938 will take the subject to the specified location via flight or land; however, SCP-3938 will sometimes refuse and provide a reason in regards to certain locations. For example, requesting anywhere on the surface of the Moon results in SCP-3938 informing the user that a space suit is required. Upon reaching the designated location, SCP-3938 will provide a tour around the area. It may also provide suggestions. SCP-3938 came in a large cardboard box. The box displayed images of SCP-3938 with a price of $35.99 (US) listed at the corner. It also has the caption "Paradox free!" The following is a description located on the box: Oh, the places you'll go with Dr. Wondertainment's Take-You-Anywhere Machine! Now you can go visit and learn of fun places old and far. You no longer have to see the world only in a book so go to any place! Wherever. Whenever. The past, present, or future! You can fly there or go on good old land! Wow! Just be sure to wear a helmet, boys and girls, and don't feed the Dinosaurs! For any questions, please contact Wondertainment Customer Service at 1-800-█████-████.3 From the description, it is assumed that SCP-3938 could perform time travel, although there has been no evidence proving that it can do so. See addenda. SCP-3938 was recovered on 12/10/06 from an auction of Marshal, Carter and Dark Ltd. by Mobile Task Force Mu-3 ("Highest Bidders"). Addendum 01: The following transcript is an interview with SCP-3938. Interviewed: SCP-3938 Interviewer: Dr. Rodriguez <Begin Log> SCP-3938: Hey there! How's your day been so far? Would you like to have a ride on me? Dr. Rodriguez: No thanks, 3938. I just have some questions for you. SCP-3938: Questions are a good thing. It helps us to learn. What would you like to know? Dr. Rodriguez: Well, do you have any features we are unaware of? SCP-3938: That's a bit silly, but I don't think so. Dr. Rodriguez: Are you sure? Wondertainment products usually have an array of features. SCP-3938: Hmm. Maybe I can go to any place in time, but I could be wrong though. Does it say so on my box? Dr. Rodriguez: Well… [Through an ear piece Dr. Rodriguez is instructed to deny SCP-3938's question.] Dr. Rodriguez: No. There is no mention of it on the box. SCP-3938: Really? That's… odd. I feel like I could, but if the box says otherwise then okay. Who am I to argue with it? Still, I can't shake the feeling that I did have that feature. Dr. Rodriguez: How so? SCP-3938: For some reason, I think I remember seeing a dinosaur once. Oh well! Likely just a random error in memory. It can happen to anyone these days. [Laughs] Dr. Rodriguez: Right. I believe we are done for today. Thank you for your cooperation, 3938. SCP-3938: You're welcome. Before you go, are you sure you don't want a ride? <End Log> Addendum 02: The following documents were retrieved from the offices of Marshall, Carter and Dark Ltd. before and after acquisition of SCP-3938. The external report section of MC&D documents has been removed for redundancy. + Access Document - Close DW334/WD6Y6/F3G7H Status Selling Demand Medium Value TBD Availability Unique Identifier Original Dr. Wondertainment's Take-You-Anywhere Machine Description A sentient, animate bicycle with capabilities of instant transportation. Item is colorful and has a cartoon face at the front. It is intended to be educational. Marshall, Carter and Dark Ltd. Initial Report Author Lucas Monaco Date 10/18/2006 Interest Medium Identifier Original Dr. Wondertainment's Take-You-Anywhere Machine Item was acquired from an associate of Dr. Wondertainment during a mass recall of the product. Dr. Wondertainment has yet to rerelease the product, and it is unknown why the mass recall took place. Associate speculates it is either an error in manufacturing, likely in regards to the feature of supposed time travel implied on the product description of the box that is nonexistent. Due to this, the item has been deemed valuable to auction off as a vintage item. File Opened Under DW334/WD6Y6/F3G7H Marshall, Carter and Dark Ltd. Memo 1 DW334/WD6Y6/F3G7H Sender Alexander Beltman Recipient Lucas Monaco A Wondertainment recall agent came by today. It asked questions about the Take-You-Anywhere Machine though I don't think it knows we have it. It pretty much said if someone is trying to sell one to us then to report it. Of course, I said okay and it left. Also, we lost contact with the associate. I don't know, Lucas. Wondertainment could be on to us. What if it shows up again? Marshall, Carter and Dark Ltd. Memo 2 DW334/WD6Y6/F3G7H Sender Lucas Monaco Recipient Alexander Beltman If it shows up again, just deny any questions. After the upcoming Christmas auction we will no longer have it in our possession. As for the associate, I wouldn't be too concerned about them. Marshall, Carter and Dark Ltd. Note: The following memos were retrieved after acquisition of SCP-3938 by MTF Mu-3. Memo 3 DW334/WD6Y6/F3G7H Sender Alexander Beltman Recipient Lucas Monaco Lucas, respond quick because a Wondertainment representative is on the line. They believe we may know the location of the item as we do with other items not in our possession. To clarify, they don't think we have it but think we might know someone who does. What do I tell them? Marshall, Carter and Dark Ltd. Memo 4 DW334/WD6Y6/F3G7H Sender Lucas Monaco Recipient Alexander Beltman Alright, I just spoke with the tracking team. They are unsure where it is, but we suspect that it is most likely in Foundation custody. That's what usually happens. Anyway, have Wondertainment pester them. Marshall, Carter and Dark Ltd. Addendum 03: [LEVEL 4 CLEARANCE REQUIRED] + Insert Credentials - ACCESS GRANTED The following note was found in the mail room of Site-13. To the SCP Foundation, I've recently became aware that you are all in possession of a defective product, the Take-You-Anywhere Machine. The product has developed multiple problems, but the main concern is in regards to its removed feature of time travel. It is unable to perform said function, and not suppose to have any memory of it. Our packaging department forgot to also change the box. On top of that, it has some residue left from the mechanisms which ran the time travel feature. For your safety, please ensure that no harm comes to this product or else it will explode. Of course, knowing the way you are, I know you won't let any harm come its way. As I was informed by my PR department, please keep this information private to prevent unease. It's not good for business, they say. We will soon send our recall agent to retrieve the product. At the moment, he is being put back together after he blew up with another Take-You-Anywhere Machine during transit. It was a very unfortunate mishap. In the meantime please be careful, dear collectors. Keep the bicycle calm and happy. It's best not to hurt its feelings with such unfortunate news. Sincerely, Dr. Wondertainment and associates Footnotes 1. An investigation revealed no direct affiliation with Dr. Wondertainment to Michael Jackson, Meat Loaf, and associated producers. 2. Examples include buildings, large bodies of water, and rocky terrain. 3. Contacting the number provided plays an automated message of a woman's voice that states, "Sorry, Wondertainment is not yet associated with this number. Please contact customer service for when customer service services launch." ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-3938" by Baronjoe, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-3938. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-3939 | esoteric-class | [NUMBER RESERVED; AWAITING RESEARCHER] close Info X Article: SCP-3939 ([NUMBER RESERVED; AWAITING RESEARCHER]) Author: Croquembouche Thanks to: Baseplate-Actual, taylor_itkin does not match any existing user name, Tanhony, MayD This is a multiple-choice story. The arrow-shaped links at the bottom of each page represent choices that will take you to another page. A full read of one pathway of this SCP should take about 15 minutes. The longest path is 28 pages, and the shortest is 13. There are 67 pages in total. More from this author IMG_201802280039.JPG Item #: SCP-3939 Special Containment Procedures: Object is kept in standard pre-containment holding cell. A researcher is to be assigned to classify it as soon as possible. Description: None yet available. You read the object's document — all measly 24 words of it — and shudder at the work that lies ahead of you. Your name is Senior Researcher ████ ████████, and you are a researcher assigned to SCP-3939. Last week, you were demoted from Class 4 to Class 3 on account of critical oversights in your last project. It wasn't your fault, but they didn't see it that way. Fortunately for you, that wasn't your last chance — but this is. SCP-3939 could be the last project you ever work on for the Foundation, and that prospect terrifies you. The thought of going 'home', of having a 'family', a 'normal life', being able to do all the things normal people do — what the sheep do — that's not okay. The Foundation is your home, your family, where you belong. Your life's work is here, and now that it's all in jeopardy, you're more stressed than you've ever been. You have three days to develop full containment procedures for an unknown SCP. SCP-3939. You've done this a hundred times before, and they didn't give you an MTF to help you out, so how bad can it be? You get to work immediately. From the terminal in your office, you do what research you can to fill yourself in on what you've missed. It quickly becomes clear that all is not as it seems. You've asked the right people the right questions, but something is very wrong. The object has been in containment since Site-39's records began — thirteen years ago — but there is no history of its acquisition, of previous containment procedures, or even of previous researchers. So they've just had this anomalous object sitting about in some holding cell in storage for thirteen years, unclassed, uncontained, just doing whatever. And no one has thought to think about properly containing it until now. See, normally, stuff is at least classified immediately. You know, Safe, Euclid, Keter. However the Foundation found out about the skip, however it was retrieved, they must know something. But you've read the document twenty times now, and you know nothing. Except that it's a gramophone. At least they bothered to take a picture before they took it in. You're not familiar with the object class that's on file right now. Could be a placeholder code, could be a researcher on an ego trip trying to come up with something new, could be something else. Probably they only want the problem fixed now because it's clogging up a flowchart somewhere. Well, you're not one to pass up a good opportunity. This will be your chance to shine. Make good enough containment procedures, and you might just get your Class 4 back, who knows. You've been given two Junior Researchers: Ms. Sally Hawthorne and Dr. Carlos Rodriguez. You've worked with both before, though only a small amount, and not less than a year ago. With that in mind, what's your first action? Three days? You've got time. This can wait until tomorrow. Enter the holding cell to see what's in there. Immediately send an email to the Site Director to ask what's going on. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-3939" by Croquembouche, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-3939. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Name: Gramophone Author: Michael Bußmann License: CC0 Source Link: https://pixabay.com/photos/gramophone-turntable-shellac-disc-1790007/ Additional Notes: Released in 2016 |
SCP-3940 | neutralized | The location and "target" of Incident 3940-1. Item #: SCP-3940 Special Containment Procedures: Following the death of Mel Blanc and the simultaneous occurrence of Incident 3940-1 on July 10, 1989, no activity regarding this anomaly has been detected. Prior containment involved standard disinformation protocols regarding the states of the victims, and guidelines for tracking the presumed Archer. Efforts to protect predicted victims were attempted, but were ceased following 14 consecutive failures. Description: SCP-3940 refers to a series of 56 murders that took place between 1949 and 1989. In all cases, the victims were struck by one or more arrows from an unseen source. All targets subsequently expired due to physical trauma, regardless of the speed and quality of medical attention administered. The estimated time between initial injury and loss of consciousness has never been observed to be less than five minutes. All individuals targeted by SCP-3940 were employed by Leon Schlesinger Productions1 between 1938 and 1944. A plurality of the victims were involved in the production of the 1940 cartoon short A Wild Hare, which was the introduction of the characters Bugs Bunny and Elmer Fudd. Victims were often shot from angles that recording equipment or physical barriers confirm as impossible. In other incidents, the arrows were detected early but displayed impossible feats of force. Most notably, the 1988 murder of Phil Monroe2 occurred despite the target being located in a secure cell at Site-19 at the time. The arrow was originally detected three miles away, and proceeded to pierce both the ground and several layers of Foundation security walls before impacting Monroe. The anomaly was initially discovered in 1949 when Leon Schlesinger was found dead, pierced by 11 arrow shafts while lying in bed. All arrows struck Schlesinger upwards through the bed, despite the fact that the floor below was undamaged. One arrow, which was lodged in Schlesinger's tongue, had a note attached which read "Chronicles, 1:10.3 I am no Fudd." The anomaly was originally suspected to be an isolated incident committed by a Person of Interest, but following three near-identical cases in the following year it was given the 3940 classification. Incident 3940-1: On 7/10/1989, Mel Blanc, who voiced the character Bugs Bunny between 1940 and his death, was killed by a total of 59 arrows. A second note was found attached to an arrow bisecting Blanc's cheeks, "In Assyria, we punished slander with death." At the same time, the statue of Bugs Bunny located outside Warner Brothers studios was near completely destroyed by approximately 4000 arrows that assailed it from all directions, including underground. A second group of 372 arrows proceeded to spell the words "That's whats up Doc." in front of the statue's remains. Footnotes 1. Later renamed to Warner Brothers Cartoons Inc. 2. One of the original animators of the Looney Tunes series of cartoons. 3. A Biblical passage which reads as follows: "Cush fathered Nimrod, who was the first to become a great warrior on earth." |
SCP-3941 | safe | It was just a question. I’m sorry if it upset you. close Info X SCP-3941: The Major Occultation Author: Tufto, written on their original account. More of their work can be found here. Image: Can be found here, under a CC license. SCP-3941-1, shortly before initial containment. Item #: SCP-3941 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3941-1 is currently located in a Secure Holding Facility in Site ██. Armed guards are to be posted outside SCP-3941-1, in case of an ORIA incursion in Site ██. Surveillance cameras are to be trained on SCP-3941-1 at all times, due to the possibility of entities emerging from SCP-3941-2. SCP-3941-3 has thus far prevented all attempts to install camera feeds within SCP-3941-2; it is recommended that alternate methods be employed. Description: SCP-3941 refers to the following four items: • SCP-3941-1 is a wooden door, believed to have been constructed during the 1980s from Lebanon Oak (Quercus libani) wood dated to the mid-10th century and inlaid with iron, as well as a wooden doorframe surrounding the door. SCP-3941-1 appears to be indestructible, although no serious attempts at its termination have been made. SCP-3941-1 was previously integrated into a wall in a small house in Karbala, Iraq, but did not open into the house itself. Instead, SCP-3941-1 allows access only to SCP-3941-2. SCP-3941-1's anomalous properties are inactive from the hours of 22:00 to 06:00 each day; according to SCP-3941-3, this is the time when he sleeps. On nine known occasions, SCP-3941-1’s anomalous properties have been deactivated irregularly, for periods ranging between 1 hour and 12 weeks. These deactivations were all instigated by SCP-3941-3 due to actions performed by Foundation personnel. • SCP-3941-2 is a small pocket dimension, believed to be about 50m3 in size. SCP-3941-2 takes the form of a small room, constructed from sandstone, and decorated in a style reminiscent of a modest house in 10th century Baghdad, albeit with items identified as reproductions from the 1970s and 1980s. Windows in the side of the room allow for the entry of light from an unknown source; the view from these windows appears to be of 10th century Baghdad as understood by historians and archaeologists in the early 1990s. The room contains one further door at the far end of the room, from which SCP-3941-4 enters and exits, and a cushion in the centre of the room, upon which SCP-3941-3 can ordinarily be found seated. As Foundation scans have determined the dimension’s size to be at 50m3, it is presently not known where this door leads to. • SCP-3941-3 has the appearance of a male human in his early 30s; however, SCP-3941-3 does not appear to have aged since SCP-3941 was first discovered by the Foundation. SCP-3941-3 claims to be Muhammad al-Mahdi, the Twelfth Imam of the Ithna ‘Ashari and Alevi religions. Attempts to remove SCP-3941-3 from SCP-3941-2 have met with failure; furthermore, SCP-3941-3 appears to possess the ability to summarily eject any person from SCP-3941-2 at will, causing them to disappear and reappear directly outside SCP-3941-1. SCP-3941-3 is responsive and cooperative with Foundation questioning, but refuses to be removed from SCP-3941-2. SCP 3941-3 is conversant in Persian, Iraqi Arabic, Classical Arabic, English and French. SCP-3941-3 will respond to its official designation, but will refuse to answer questions if the interviewer insinuates that he is not the Twelfth Imam, as he claims. He has shown a keen interest in theological debate, apparently being relatively well-versed in a variety of religious traditions beyond his own. SCP-3941-3 seems to enjoy speaking to Foundation personnel; he has spoken positively of conversations with Researcher F██████ on several occasions. • SCP-3941-4 has the appearance of a male human in his mid-teens; as with SCP-3941-3, SCP-3941-4 does not appear to have aged since SCP-3941 was first discovered by the Foundation. SCP-3941-4 is referred to by SCP-3941-3 only as Mahmud. SCP-3941-3 has refused to provide details of SCP-3941-4’s past. SCP-3941-4 is apparently mute, and is non-responsive to questioning by Foundation personnel. SCP-3941-4 serves SCP-3941-3 meals two times a day, with the exception of days when a fast occurs according to Ithna ‘Ashari customs; the content of these meals seems to approximate several modern Iranian dishes. SCP-3941-4 also responds to irregular requests for food or drink from SCP-3941-3. As previously mentioned, SCP-3941-4 enters SCP-3941-2 from a door at the far side of the room. Attempts to remove SCP-3941-4 or to enter through the door from which he arrives have all met with failure, as Foundation agents are simply ejected from SCP-3941-2 by SCP-3941-3. SCP-3941 was first discovered by the Foundation in 199█, following the development of a local millenarian cult in the suburb of █████████, Karbala, where SCP-3941-1 was located. The leader of this cult, ‘Abbas H████, claimed to have “found” the place of the Twelfth Imam’s occultation, claiming that he would soon “emerge as the Mahdi to restore the just kingdom” and herald an apocalypse. SCP-3941-3 has repeatedly stated that he does not plan to leave SCP-3941-2 at any point “in the next thousand years”, and that Mr. H████ was mistaken in his beliefs. The Foundation was able to secure the site and transport SCP-3941 to █████████████ before the Office for the Reclamation of Islamic Artifacts (ORIA) was able to reach the site, due to a political crisis precipitated in the latter organisation by the discovery of SCP-3941. Class-A amnestics were issued to all of those involved. Addendum 3941-1: On 30/04/20██, Researcher F███████ was notified of the university records of one Hassan Tehrani, born 17/08/196█. Mr. Tehrani was an Iranian engineering student at the University of Tehran during the mid-1980s, who also took several classes in Shi’ite theology. According to his former theology tutor, █████████ ████, Mr. Tehrani was profoundly dissatisfied with the doctrine of occultation; he apparently came to believe that the Imam was not present within the world, and that “justice and righteousness” was thus not present in the world either. On 21/03/198█, Mr. Tehrani was found missing from his apartment in █████, Tehran. Several surviving photographs of Mr. Tehrani exist; they appear to show a much younger SCP-3941-3. The following interview was conducted shortly after this discovery: +Interview 3941-27 -Interview 3941-27 Interviewed: SCP-3941-3 Interviewer: Dr. F██████ Foreword: This interview was conducted 03/05/20██, within SCP-3941-2. <Begin Log> Dr. F██████: I have come to ask you a question, SCP-3941-3. SCP-3941-3: Ah, hello, my daughter. It is good to see you again. Shall I ask Mahmud to bring us some tea? Dr. F██████: No, thank you. I would like to ask you a question about one of your followers. SCP-3941-3: A personal question, then. And here I thought you had come to enquire after my health! <laughs> How foolish of me. So, about whom do you wish to know? Dr. F██████: A man by the name of Hassan Tehrani. <At this, SCP-3941-3 visibly stiffens and frowns.> Dr. F██████: He was an engineering student during the 1980s. Disappeared suddenly. I was wondering if you knew what happened to him. You do take a keen interest in your followers, after all. SCP-3941-3: Yes… I know of this man. He was… a troubled person. He wanted a… restoration of sorts. Dr. F██████: A restoration? SCP-3941-3: He thought that the Imam could not exist. That he had died as a young child, or that he had never been born. He thought that, because of this, justice in the world was in abeyance. That there could be no apocalypse, because there was no Imam! Imagine that! The man was troubled indeed. Dr. F██████: So… what did he wish to restore? Justice? SCP-3941-3: Yes… or at least, he wished to restore what he had lost, what his cohorts had lost. He existed in the Islamic Republic, which claimed to represent Islam against the godless West. But everywhere he looked, the stain of the West existed in their hearts. He did not bear any particular hatred for the Christians, understand; it was just that he wanted something lost. He wanted to restore the smooth contours, you see. Dr. F██████: The smooth contours? SCP-3941-3: The lines that flowed, that had rhythm, that were naturally shaped… I do not know if I can make you understand. You are not from our world, you see. You do not understand what it is to lose your own identity, to have your sense of self turned into oblivion. For a thousand years, the people of the Persian-speaking world drew stunning miniatures, created beautiful calligraphy, carved geometric patterns into the most dazzling of mosques. The finely-weaved patterns of carpets, evoking the hunt and the glory of kingship…. the poetry of Ferdowsi and Hafez, those soft songs of heroes and monsters that were both true and untrue ….the swaying flowers imbued into white ceramics… there was sin too, of course, and wickedness, and cruelty, but these were human ills. They were their ills, the ills of their people. Dr. F██████: I don’t understand… SCP-3941-3: Of course not. You come from █████, yes? A country that helped shape the world we inhabit, that built empires over boundless oceans, that created the very concepts of life within which we live and breathe today. But Hassan Tehrani came from a country that was dying. Everywhere he looked, the presence of foreign ideas and foreign lives polluted all. The shapes of buildings reared up like blasphemous slabs of substance, defying the spirit and glorying in the material. His leaders had spent years extolling the virtues of the Sassanids and the Achaemenids, all so they could more slavishly accord themselves a place in a European cosmology. It was not a modernity that invigorated his people, it was a modernity that had been forced upon them, strangling them, turning them into deformed monstrosities! He wanted the old world, the world of blood and cruelty and righteousness! <Here, SCP-3941-3 has begun to shout angrily.> The world where they could create their own modernity, where they could reach the place they were meant to reach for the first time, without the curse of the farangi and their damned empires! <SCP-3941-3 appears to calm himself, before sitting back down> SCP-3941-3: My apologies, my dear. Please, come back. I got a little heated there, didn’t I? Dr. F██████: Perhaps a little, yes. So, Mr. Tehrani wanted to restore his… the sense of pride belonging to his people? SCP-3941-3: Yes. And he succeeded. He restored the Imam’s- he restored my position. He… gave his form over so I could once again take a physical body. He died, screaming, in the hands of those devils who had taught him the arcane arts, making his flesh my own. He gave me a home, he gave me a place to live, and he gave me a beautiful servant. Because of his sacrifice, justice can once again reign in this realm. We can reclaim our past, we can reclaim our ancient beauty, the old meanings now long-divorced from their subjects. And one day, I shall emerge from my occultation and once again live free. Dr. F██████: I see. So… your body was once that of Mr. Tehrani? SCP-3941-3: Yes. He exited his body, and my soul entered in. He is assured a place in Paradise for his pious actions. Dr. F██████: So, presumably his dietary habits were tied to his bodily self, rather than to his, erm, "soul"? SCP-3941-3: …I am not sure I understand your meaning, child. Dr. F██████: The dishes are not, surely, those that the Imam would have eaten. They feature rice, which was brought into Iran by the Mongols, three centuries after the beginning of the Imam's occultation. They features spices that only came to Iran many years later, too. You can't have been familiar with them, so presumably the fact that you are inhabiting Mr. Tehrani's body means you've picked up some of his habits… SCP-3941-3: I… <SCP-3941-3 now seems visibly shaken> Dr. F██████: It was just a question. I’m sorry if it upset you. Anyway, there are some more important matters I wish to ask you ab- SCP-3941-3: I think you should go now. At this point, Dr. F██████ was ejected from SCP-3941-2. <End Log> Following this interview, SCP-3941-3 removed SCP-3941-1’s anomalous properties for a period of 157 days and 12 hours exactly. Upon the reactivation of SCP-3941-1, all components of SCP-3941 were found to be functioning as normal, with SCP-3941-3 acting in line with previous conduct; however, SCP-3941-3 will now expel all personnel and deactivate SCP-3941-1 for several hours if any personnel mention Hassan Tehrani, or question SCP-3941-3's identity as the Twelfth Imam. |
SCP-3942 | esoteric-class | Item #: UNDEFINED Special Containment Procedures: Containment Chamber #3942, located at Site-39, must be kept structurally sound at all times. Any damage to the containment chamber must be repaired immediately. Containment Chamber #3942 must always be kept within the area of effect of at least two active Scranton Reality Anchors. No personnel are to enter Containment Chamber #3942 without prior approval from at least three on-site personnel with Level 4 or higher clearance. A minimum of four cooked trout must be deposited into Containment Chamber #3942 at least three times each day. Test subjects or personnel entering Containment Chamber #3942 are encouraged to deposit additional servings of trout, if able. D-24390 has been designated as a high-priority Person of Interest. D-24390, and all known associates, must be apprehended for interrogation. Description: PENDING Provenance: Foundation agents were dispatched to Bingara, Australia on 27 June 2017 following reports of widespread panic and mass evacuation of the area. Questioning by attending agents was ineffective, as residents would not provide information explaining their panic or reason for evacuation; however, the agents were directed by civilians to several areas in and around the town. After requesting for assistance, the attending agents cooperated with Mobile Task Force Epsilon-6 ("Village Idiots"); while inappropriate for the situation, the cooperation successfully minimised incurred injuries. MTF E-6 requested use of Containment Chamber #3942 (Approved), devising and initiating containment procedures upon arrival. The surviving residents and ex-residents of Bingara were amnestised. Addendum: Testing Logs. Test Log 1 Subject: D-24390 Procedure: D-24390 instructed to enter Containment Chamber #3942, and remain inside for 30 minutes. Results: D-24390 enters Containment Chamber #3942. Subject requests to leave (Denied). Subject is motionless for the entire 30-minute period, then quickly leaves Containment Chamber #3942. Test Log 2 Subject: D-24390 Procedure: D-24390 asked to describe the contents of Containment Chamber #3942. Results: D-24390 becomes agitated and violent. Subject sedated. Test Log 3 Subject: D-24390 Procedure: D-24390 instructed to enter Containment Chamber #3942 with a single cooked trout, and remain inside for 30 minutes. Results: D-24390 refuses to enter Containment Chamber #3942; they are forced to comply. Subject throws the cooked trout and demands to leave (Denied). Subject remains motionless for 17 minutes, then begins speaking. Subject speaks intermittently for the remaining 13 minutes, after which they leave Containment Chamber #3942. Test Log 4 Subject: D-24390 Procedure: D-24390 asked to explain why they spoke during Test [Log] 3. Results: D-24390 becomes agitated, then refuses to respond. Test Log 5 Subject: D-24390 Procedure: D-24390 instructed to enter Containment Chamber #3942 with a single cooked trout, and to remain inside for 30 minutes. Results: D-24390 enters Containment Chamber #3942, discarding the cooked trout inside. Subject speaks for the entire 30-minute period, pausing intermittently. Subject then leaves Containment Chamber #3942. EXTRANEOUS LOGS REDACTED Test Log 10 Subject: D-24390 Procedure: D-24390 instructed to enter Containment Chamber #3942 with a single cooked trout, a measuring tape and a single ink marker. Subject is instructed to use the measuring tape in the room, and use the marker to note the result. Results: D-24390 enters Containment Chamber #3942, discarding the cooked trout inside. Subject uses the measuring tape four times, marking each result. Subject then leaves Containment Chamber #3942, with the following measurements: 60 cm (Length of the cooked trout). 175 cm (Height of the Subject). 525 cm (Length/Width of Containment Chamber #3942). 310 cm (Height of Containment Chamber #3942). Test Log 11 Subject: D-24390 Procedure: D-24390 instructed to enter Containment Chamber #3942 with a measuring tape and a single ink marker. Subject is instructed to use the measuring tape in the room without using it on anything measured in Test [Log] 10, and use the marker to note the result. Results: D-24390 enters Containment Chamber #3942. Subject uses the measuring tape once, then leaves Containment Chamber #3942. No mark is present on the measuring tape; Subject is reprimanded. EXTRANEOUS LOGS REDACTED Test Log 15 Subject: D-24390 Procedure: D-24390 instructed to enter Containment Chamber #3942 with a single cooked trout and a loaded handgun (rubber bullets). Subject is instructed to use the firearm to prevent the trout from being lost. Results: D-24390 enters Containment Chamber #3942, discarding the cooked trout inside. Subject speaks for three minutes, then demonstrates appropriate use of the handgun without firing it, then discarding it. Subject is forcefully removed from Containment Chamber #3942. All bullets in the handgun are expended before security personnel can retrieve it; all expended rounds are removed from Containment Chamber #3942. Security personnel exit Containment Chamber #3942 with minor injuries. Subject severely reprimanded and reassigned. Test Log 16 Subject: D-24391 Procedure: D-24391 instructed to enter Containment Chamber #3942 with a single cooked trout and functional camera. Subject is instructed to photograph the room. Results: D-24391 enters Containment Chamber #3942. Subject becomes highly distressed and requests immediate help; Subject dies before assistance can be provided. Corpse of subject and camera are irretrievable. Test Log 17 Subject: D-24392 Procedure: D-24392 instructed to enter Containment Chamber #3942 with a single cooked trout and a functional tape recorder. Subject is instructed to begin recording in the room, and to speak while inside. Results: D-24392 enters Containment Chamber #3942. Subject dies. Corpse of subject and tape recorder are irretrievable. EXTRANEOUS LOGS REDACTED Test Log 23 Subject: D-24393 Procedure: D-24393 instructed to enter Containment Chamber #3942 with a notepad and pen. Subject is instructed to ask the question 'What do you want?' while within the room, and to record any responses on the notepad. Results: D-24393 enters Containment Chamber #3942. Subject asks question, and records an answer on the notepad. Subject dies. Corpse of subject is irretrievable; security personnel successfully recovered the notepad. Notepad was inscribed with the phrase 'Bring her back' in Subject's handwriting. EXTRANEOUS LOGS REDACTED Test Log 26 Subject: D-24390 Procedure: D-24390 instructed to enter Containment Chamber #3942 with a single cooked trout, and to remain inside for five minutes. Results: D-24390 enters Containment Chamber #3942, discarding the cooked trout. Subject speaks for the entire five-minute period, pausing intermittently. Subject forcefully removed from Containment Chamber #3942 by security personnel, who exit with minor to severe injuries; one member dies while removing Subject. Corpse of security member is retrieved for analysis; autopsy is inconclusive, stating the cause of death as 'death by injury'. Subject is reprimanded. EXTRANEOUS LOGS REDACTED Test Log 34 Subject: D-24390 Procedure: D-24390 instructed to enter Containment Chamber #3942 with a single cooked trout with a measuring tape and a single ink marker. Subject is instructed to use the measuring tape in the room without using it on anything measured previously, and use the marker to note the result. Results: D-24390 enters Containment Chamber #3942. Subject becomes agitated and discards the marker and measuring tape. Subject calls for medical assistance (Approved). Medical personnel enter Containment Chamber #3942. Subject volunteers to assist medical personnel (Approved); Subject is sedated by medical personnel. Following insemination, Subject undergoes a spontaneous macroscopic mitosis-meiosis event, resulting in a loss of biomass. Medical personnel and Subject (sedated) leave Containment Chamber #3942. Test Log 35 Subject: D-24390 Procedure: D-24390 instructed to enter Containment Chamber #3942 with a single cooked trout, and to remain inside for one hour. Results: D-24390 enters Containment Chamber #3942, discarding the cooked trout inside. Subject expresses happiness for five minutes before expressing concern. Security teams prepare to recover Subject forcefully. Subject speaks in hushed tones. Eleven minutes after entering Containment Chamber #3942, Subject utilises knowledge obtained from previous assignment to generate a rudimentary kinetoglyph1 with their hands, blocking security personnel from entering Containment Chamber #3942. Security personnel report a containment breach in progress. Subject demonstrates how to construct the components of an elaborate kinetoglyph with their hands. Security personnel begin to physically destroy the initial barrier; Subject focuses their attention on preserving it while the elaborate kinetoglyph is constructed. Upon completion, the second kinetoglyph generates a temporary space-time manifold to an unknown location. Subject utilises the manifold to breach containment. Security personnel equipped with a portable Scranton Reality Anchor arrive, and immediately activate it. All kinetoglyphs within the area of influence immediately dissipate, along with their produced anomalous effects. Test Log 36 Subject: D-24407 Procedure: D-24407 instructed to enter Containment Chamber #3942 with four cooked trout, and to remain inside for one hour. Results: D-24407 enters Containment Chamber #3942, immediately discarding all cooked trout. Subject requests to leave (Denied). Subject is motionless for a 45-minute period, after which they cautiously move throughout the room. Subject leaves Containment Chamber #3942 at the end of the one-hour period. EXTRANEOUS LOGS REDACTED Footnotes 1. From the Site-13 research file on 86243AR-001 “Malidramagiuan”, “Kinetoglyphs, or kinetohazards, are mental and physical hazards that occur when an entity performs specific gestures and motions […].” For further information, see Footnote 3 of SCP-1730 documentation, and/or Addendum 1730.9. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "UNDEFINED" by Jack Ike, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-3942. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-3943 | keter | PeppersGhost SCP-9343 - Taco Man by PeppersGhost More by this author Item #: SCP-3943 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3943 is to be regularly promoted among demographics who are generally inclined to be cooperative with food service employees and to leave positive feedback for said employees. SCP-3943-1 is to receive regular training in performing its service duties in an expert capacity and in a sexually attractive manner. Any businesses occupying the floors of SCP-3943-3 must include an employee policy restricting the discussion of American or Mexican politics. Mechanical devices may be provided to SCP-3943-1 in the event that its displacement restricts the necessary movement of its available arm in performing its service duties. Description: SCP-3943 refers to an anomaly which affects an entity resembling a Filipino-American male (SCP-3943-1)1 and a standard taco vending cart (SCP-3943-2)2 which are laterally displaced partway into the side of a commercial building (SCP-3943-3) in the Paseo district of Oklahoma City. As of present writing, SCP-3943-1 merges with the building on the left side of its body at a precise vertical angle extending at a point 4mm to the right of the crown of the head, down to the corresponding points in the soft palate, shoulder, pelvis, and so forth. SCP-3943-1 and SCP-3943-2 are only visible from the exterior of SCP-3943-3, even when the depth of displacement would logically imply its emergence on the opposite side of the façade. Despite the immobility caused by this displacement, SCP-3943-1 displays no physical discomfort, and has expressed extreme fear at the prospect of being forcefully extricated from the architecture. SCP-3943-2 is consistently stocked with the goods needed to construct any taco requested by a patron, even if said taco includes ingredients which are uncommon or even inedible. Tostadas are also available on request. Any individual who encounters SCP-3943 will not be conscious of any abnormalities unless informed of them beforehand, and will understand any vocalizations SCP-3943-1 attempts to convey, regardless of speech impediments caused by its physical restrictions. SCP-3943 will be displaced 1mm further into the building if any of the following circumstances occur: No tacos are sold on a given day.3 A patron pronounces the word "tortilla" with a hard L sound. Someone orders a product which cannot be considered either a taco or tostada. The governmental politics of either the United States or Mexico are mentioned in casual conversation with SCP-3943-1 or within SCP-3943-3. A patron orders a taco for the primary purpose of extricating SCP-3943-1 from the building. SCP-3943-1 takes more than 1 minute to serve a patron their ordered meal. SCP-3943-1 accepts a tip that is less than twice the value of the goods purchased by the patron. SCP-3943 will be displaced 1mm further away from the building if any of the following circumstances occur: 100 unique customers per month are served. 20 unique customer surveys4 are filled out with positive feedback. SCP-3943-1 receives a kiss5 from a unique individual who feels a sincere sexual attraction to SCP-3943-1 as a result of its customer service. A civilian with no prior convictions is devoured by an adult female lion within a 12m radius of SCP-3943.6 SCP-3943-1 constructs a taco which perfectly resembles the example photo displayed on the front of SCP-3943-2. An individual of any gender strips naked within visual range of SCP-3943-1. SCP-3943-1 accepts a tip in excess of twice the cost of the product served. Any situation which causes further displacement into SCP-3943-3 will cause SCP-3943-1 significant physical and emotional distress. Any individual who has prior awareness of the anomalous properties of SCP-3943 will be unable to affect its displacement in either direction. Despite the general inability to open or close its jaw, SCP-3943-1 will attempt to consume (or express an interest in consuming) any soft organic matter held within close proximity7 of its face, including living human tissue. Individuals within close proximity to SCP-3943-1 have described it as having a slightly sweet body odor.8 Interview Log: The following interview was conducted on the 19th of August, 2018, at 1:30 pm. Please note that transcription of SCP-3943-1's speech is only approximate, due to the severe nature of its impediments. Interviewed: SCP-3943-1 Interviewer: Dr. Pepperino [Begin log] Dr. Pepperino: Good evening. Having difficulty sleeping? SCP-3943-1: Yeah. You'd think after all this time, it'd get easier to sleep standing up, stuck inside a wall, but nope. The struggs is real, my man. Dr. Pepperino: If you don't mind me asking, how did you end up in your current state? SCP-3943-1: Not sure. I'd been working out here for a couple years. One day I was just leaning against the wall and I found that the pinky on my left hand was stuck inside. After that it just got worse. Dr. Pepperino: I'm sorry to hear that. How are you holding up? SCP-3943-1: I wish my family would visit more. They only visit a couple times a week, and when they do, it's for twenty minutes max. I think my marriage is at the breaking point. Haven't been spending enough time at home, you know. Dr. Pepperino: And how long has this been going on? SCP-3943-1: God, I don't know. It's hard to remember a time I haven't been here. Barely remember being a kid. But you know, the past isn't important. I just think about my future, where I'll be when I get out of here. You feel me? Dr. Pepperino: I hear you loud and clear. Do you remember any other unusual events occurring prior to finding yourself in your current predicament? SCP-3943-1: Hmm. The night before this started, I had a dream where I was a lion in ancient Rome, and there were all these gladiators around me. I ate them one by one, scraping every morsel of flesh from their bones with the rough edge of my tongue. I was glad to see their loved ones weep at the sight. But besides that, nothing unusual, no. Dr. Pepperino: Okay. Moving on from that, anything else you'd like to comment for the record? SCP-3943-1: Yeah, man. Flamingo meat may not sound like your average taco staple, but it's sublime with cilantro. And I dunno if "long pork" is your thing, but Lawrence Fishburne's right kidney on a blue corn tortilla with all the fixings and Oriental crab sauce? I know how it sounds, but it is the shit, man. Trust me. I've tried a lot, and nothing's beat that. Dr. Pepperino: The right kidney, specifically? SCP-3943-1: It's just a hair tangier. Take my word for it, I been here long enough to know. Dr. Pepperino: I'll be sure to make a note of that. Thank you very much for your time. SCP-3943-1: No worries. Now what can I get you tonight? [End log] Footnotes 1. SCP-3943-1 claims to be an individual named █████ ██████ from Ada, OK, though no corresponding individual exists in any available records. 2. Branding on the signage refers to "Real Talk Tacos", which does not correspond to any registered business. However, a maker's mark on the underside of the cart indicates an affiliation with YWTGTHFT. 3. Tostada sales are irrelevant in this event. 4. URL provided at the bottom of receipts generated by SCP-3943-2. 5. The location of the kiss on SCP-3943-1's body is irrelevant as long as it comes in contact with bare skin. 6. Mentioned among the other rules on a list posted to the back of SCP-3943-2. As of writing, this scenario remains untested. 7. Typically between 5 to 15 centimeters. 8. Specifically described as ‘like honeycomb nestled in fresh blood’ on several occasions. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-3943" by PeppersGhost, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-3943. 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. |
SCP-3944 | safe | SCP-3944 the morning after discovery Item #: SCP-3944 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3944 is to be kept in a standard, locked storage unit at Site-56. Storage unit should be kept locked at all times to prevent accidental usage. The code to the storage unit can be obtained from the Site Supervisor following testing approval. Transportation of SCP-3944 should be carried out by no more than three individuals, though typically two will be adequate. If more staff are required to be near SCP-3944, they must not come within a 1m radius of the object. Doing so will trigger SCP-3944's anomalous effect. Description: SCP-3944 is a black iron patio table measuring 80 cm in height and 122 cm in width, with a 5 mm thick tempered glass surface. SCP-3944 causes a "loop" of interrupted thought processes. Instances of SCP-3944-1 will stop mid conversation to ask another instance if they can recall the topic of conversation, having a momentary lapse in train of thought mid-sentence. It is at this point a repetitive looping effect takes place. In sequential clockwise order, instances of SCP-3944-1 will begin repeating a series of questions and replies to each other. This will not stop until an instance is removed from SCP-3944's radius, causing the number of subjects to fall below the minimum requirement for activation. Testing revealed that instances will not succumb to a lack of nutrition, dehydration or sleep deprivation. But upon cessation of SCP-3944's effect, SCP-3944-1 will expire or lose conciseness due to a lack of sustenance and exhaustion. The severity of which is directly proportional to the duration SCP-3944-1 is under the influence of SCP-3944. SCP-3944's anomalous effect is triggered when four1 or more subjects, designated as SCP-3944-12, are stationed within a 1m sphere around the objects edge. If these requirements are met, SCP-3944-1 will display the following symptoms: Subjects will begin to converse amongst themselves Subjects will rapidly experience extreme short term memory loss Paranoia Loss of impulse control regarding spoken communication The combination of these symptoms creates the cognitive effect that only affects SCP-3944-1 instances. See Test Logs for in-depth information regarding the effects of SCP-3944. + Discovery Log - Close SCP-3944 was brought to the Foundation's attention when a call was placed by an individual in ████████, California to local emergency responders. The caller was distressed over the phone and explained that he and his wife were attempting to check up on some friends who had been missing for a few days. They had driven to their friend’s house, and after inspecting the back of the property they located the missing individuals. The caller reported that all their friends were "repeating themselves, and would not respond to anything". The Foundation was alerted by an imbedded agent within the Emergency Call Center to a possible anomalous event. Agents arrived shortly after to the location disguised as local law enforcement. After entering the residence agents detained any witnesses, as well as individuals responsible for the call. It was discerned by Agent Haskell that the patio table was most likely the source of the anomaly after brief questioning of a detained individual. Unfortunately, Agent Haskell could not relay this information before Agent █████ entered SCP-3944's effect radius. Backup was called in, including a field researcher. The area was cordoned off under the guise of a gas leak, and Foundation elements secured the property until the nature and severity of SCP-3944 could be ascertained and containment implemented. All involved parties were debriefed and administered Class-A amnestics before release. + Test Log-01: Trigger - Close Test #: 3944-01 Foreword: SCP-3944 testing access granted to Researcher Dr. Daniels and Junior Researcher Dr. Shanon. They shall conduct all tests related to SCP-3944 unless transfer is deemed necessary. - Site Director Test Subjects: D-class test subjects (D-01-D-06). Test Parameters: This test is meant to ascertain the scope of SCP-3944. Subjects will approach the object incrementally as instructed, and sit on one of four non-anomalous chairs placed around SCP-3944 until instructed otherwise. Results: D-Class were instructed to form a line directly outside of the test chamber. One by one Dr. Daniels instructed D-Class to approach SCP-3944 and take a seat and to not speak to each other. After a total of four subjects had taken seats at SCP-3944, D-03 began telling a story to the other subjects. D-03 was reminded that they are not to speak, but all instructions were ignored. Remaining D-Class were not instructed to enter the room. By this point, D-03 was reaching what was assumed to be the climax of their conversation. Note that all other subjects around SCP-3944 are seen to be highly engaged in what D-03 is saying. D-03 is observed to suddenly cease speaking. D-03 appears confused and expresses that they had lost their train of thought, and could not recall what was being talked about. D-03 looks to their left at D-01 and asks if they remembered the topic of the conversation. D-01 is heard denying knowledge themselves and proceeds to ask D-02 to their left the exact same question followed by the same reply from D-04. At this point all subjects are considered under the influence of SCP-3944. Due to lack of data related to liberating test subjects from this effect. D-Class-01 though D-Class-04 were left under the effects of SCP-3944 for approximately two hours. A rope was thrown over the top of D-02 after some deliberation, and was pulled away from SCP-3944. After being dragged approximately 1m, all subjects were suddenly freed from the effects of SCP-3944. Researcher Notes: We now have a minimum participant number for the activation of SCP- 3944. It was unfortunate that it took so long to remove the D-Class from its effects. But we could not risk anyone else being influenced now that we activated it. Subjects were highly agitated and showed signed of high mental distress and trauma. It appears those under the effects of SCP-3944 are fully aware of their surroundings and actions. - Dr. Shanon *Site Director: Further research into a theoretical upper limit to the number of affected subjects is scheduled and approved.* + Test Log-02: Upper Limit - Close Test #: 3944-02 Test Subjects: A total of 15 D-Class have been requisitioned. Designated D-01 through D-15. Test Parameters: The objective of this test is to ascertain an upper limit (if any) to the number of subjects that can be influenced by SCP-3944. Subjects are instructed to immediately approach the object and sit around, on top, under and stand around SCP-3944. Ensuring that the most space within 1m of SCP-3944 is occupied. All D-Class are fitted with remotely activated tethered harnesses for extraction. Results: Junior Researcher Shanon gives the command for all D-Class to engage in the testing parameters. All test subjects approach SCP-3944 and promptly begin sitting around, on top of and below SCP-3944. Any subjects that could not seat themselves are instructed to stand as close as possible to the object. Please note that only 11 subjects could successfully position themselves in theoretical area of effect. When asked, D-Class sitting on top of SCP-3944 describe it as being "Pretty solid for a cheap table". D-Class below SCP-3944 expressed discomfort and complained about not getting a "good seat". After approximately 10 minutes D-13 (Sitting atop the object)3begins conversing with D-06 who was below the table, and upon further observation was technically closer then D-04 who was also seated to the left of D-13. As with the previous test, all subjects begin forgetting the topic of conversation followed by repeated appeals for assistance from other subjects. An organized queue appears to form after the first round of questioning makes its way around all the test subjects. D-Class subjects at no point deviate from this order after it is established. Efforts to deviate this order is met with failure. After approximately 55 minutes the test was terminated and all D-Class systematically removed via tethers. During debriefing, it was noted that all test subjects displayed previously observed post-test symptoms but to a lesser degree. Subject described being aware of what they were doing, but stated they could not stop themselves, and just "wanted to remember". Researcher Notes: Due to differences in height, weight and build in available test subjects. We have concluded that the upper limit to the effect projected by SCP-3944 is only limited by the number of subjects that can fit within a 1m radius from the edge or surface of the object. It is also our recommendation that any researchers wishing to test SCP-3944, and not expose subjects to high mental stresses, should limit exposure to under 60 minutes. - Dr. Daniels *Site Director: Further research into the limits of SCP-3944 and side effects of prolonged exposure approved.* + Test Log-03: Stress Test - Close Test #: 3944-03 Test Subjects: 4 D-Class subjects. Test Parameters: Ascertain if SCP-3944 has a limited effect duration as well as any lethality. Subjects will be instructed to sit around SCP-3944 on 4 non-anomalous chairs. Once subjects are successfully under the influence of SCP-3944, researchers will monitor D-Class for a total of 1 week. After 1 week, test will be terminated and D-Class extracted if possible. Results: Researcher Daniels instructs subjects to take their seats at SCP-3944. After a short duration subjects, begin conversing followed by the onset of SCP-3944's main effect. The effect persists, unending for 1 week. During this time, the D-Class experienced no sleep deprivation, signs of hunger or dehydration, as well as no signs of vocal damage that would be expected after such extraneous vocalizing. This ability to stave off bodily degradation only lasted while all subjects were under the influence of SCP-3944. Once the number of D-Class within the area of effect was reduced below 4, all subjects either lost consciousness or experienced seizures. Subjects struggled greatly to speak with researchers. After receiving medical treatment, those subjects that regained the ability to speak were no longer capable of forming coherent sentences. D-04 expired immediately during cessation of test. Researcher Notes: SCP-3944's ability to essentially keep its victims alive while subjecting them to extreme mental abuse is profound. Based on D-Class testimony, the effects of SCP-3944 on their psyche is extreme following prolonged exposure. It is the opinion of both Dr. Shanon and myself that further testing not be carried out. We feel we have sufficient data to secure and contain SCP-3944. - Dr. Daniels *Site Director: Testing will continue until we understand the full capability of SCP objects in our care. Another test is scheduled and approved to ascertain the full scope of SCP-3944's effects. Researcher Daniels and Junior Researcher Shanon have been denied transfer and will perform the test as scheduled.* + Test Log-04: A T T R I T I O N [Level 4 Access Required] - [Granted] Welcome Site Director Test #: 3944-04 Foreword: Let it be known that both Dr. Shanon and I do not approve of this test. Site Director ███████ has seen fit to perform unnecessary and extraneous testing. I am petitioning the Ethics Committee to review these tests and Site Director ███████. - Dr. Daniels ++ File: Ethics_Review_Request blocked and rerouted to local Site Director Email Server [Level 4 Access Only] ++ Test Subjects: 4 D-Class subjects henceforth designated D-01 though D-04. Subjects have been sourced as such, that they both maintain baseline mental faculties and are no longer able to participate in other activities due to severe injury. Test Parameters: This test will ascertain effects of extreme exposure. All subjects will be instructed to enter the area of effect of SCP-3944. D-Class subjects will be fitted with tether harnesses for extraction. Subjects will be monitored via an automated surveillance system. This system will be programmed to alert researchers to any change in previously observed behavior. This will allow for extended monitoring of the test without physical observation. Test will conclude once behavioral deviation occurs or a total of █ years pass. Automated Monitoring System Log-0001-03/16/████: D-01 though D-04 are promptly assisted into their seats by security personnel before leaving the test chamber. Security personnel unaffected by SCP-3944. Approximately 10 minutes’ pass before SCP-3944 begins affecting D-Class Personnel. Vocal pattern logged. . . . . Automated Monitoring System Log-0002-09/23/████: Alert. Behavioral anomaly detected. System will scrub back and compile transcript of event 0001. SCP-3944 Behavioral Divergence Event-0001: Time Elapsed: █ years Audio/Video Transcript: D-01: Shit what were we talking about again? D-02: I don't know man. Hey, do know what we were talking about? D-03: Come to think of it, I can't. Do you know what we are talking about? D-04: Nah I have no idea. Hey, do you remember what we were talking about? D-01: Fuck I just had it. I hate when this happens, do you remember what we were just talking about? D-02: No. Hey I can't remember what I was going to say. Do you remember what we were talking about? D-03: No clue. Do you know? D-04: Ugh! Its on the tip of my tongue. Can anyone PLEASE tell me what we are talking about? D-01: I can. D-02: …. D-03: …. D-04: …. *Suddenly all test subjects cease vocalization, triggering the AMS to alert Researcher Daniels to changes in SCP-3944-1 behavior. D-01 can be seen leaning over SCP-3944 and whispering something to the other subjects.* Dr. Daniels: Hello? Please respond. This is Dr. Daniels. *SCP-3944-1 subjects do not respond and are seen calmly sitting silently around SCP-3944.* Dr. Daniels: Security, please enter the test chamber and prepare for extraction of D-Class. I will be joining you. *Researcher Daniels and a security detail enter the test chamber and cautiously approach SCP-3944. It is at the point all 4 instances turn to look at Researcher Daniels.* Dr. Daniels: D-Class, I am ordering you to report. Are you okay? All instances of SCP-3944-1 vocalize in unison D-01: We remember. D-02: We remember. D-03: We remember. D-04: We remember. Dr. Daniels: What do you mean "you remember"? D-01: Everything that has ever been forgotten. D-02: Everything that has ever been forgotten. D-03: Everything that has ever been forgotten. D-04: Everything that has ever been forgotten. Dr. Daniels: Dr. Shanon! Make sure we are recording this! *Researcher Daniels is seen motioning for security to stand down.* Dr. Daniels: That's a bold claim. Would you mind telling me something I might have forgotten? If what you say is true then it should be easy. D-01: You mean you don't remember? D-02: You mean you don't remember? D-03: You mean you don't remember? D-04: You mean you don't remember? Dr. Daniels: Well of course I… wait, no wait. I literally just had it. Do you remember what I was saying? D-01: No I can't say that I do. Hey, do you remember what he was talking about? D-02: I have no clue. Do you remember? D-03: No. Do you? D-04: I almost had it, but unfortunately, I can't. What about you doctor? Dr. Daniels: Nope, no idea. What about you? *After seeing Researcher Daniels under the influence of SCP-3944, a security officer activated the containment breach alarm. They immediately activated the tethers to extract the D-class from SCP-3944. Upon cessation of SCP-3944's anomalous effect. All instances of SCP-3944-1 expired, rapidly deteriorating to resemble bodies that have decomposed for approximately █ years.* *Researcher Daniels was debriefed, administered Class-A amnestics and transferred off project as per Site Director's request.* Addendum-01: Investigations into ███████ as well as the manufacturer that supposedly produced SCP-3944 were deemed inconclusive. Both parties have denied creating and selling SCP-3944. Both companies have been designated GOI-03453-1 & GOI-03453-2 and are to be continually monitored for further instances of anomalous goods. Testing of SCP-3944 is currently under the direct supervision of Site-56's Site Director. No further testing is currently scheduled or approved. Footnotes 1. Four being the minimum number needed for activation. The upper limit for this effect depends on the number of subjects that can fit within SCP-3944's radius of effect 2. Specific designations will be assigned based on current number of affected individuals. 3. It is uncertain how SCP-3944 chooses which subjects it affects first. This mechanism appears random. |
SCP-3945 | safe | Item #: SCP-3945 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3945 is to be kept in a Standard Containment Locker. The object should be covered entirely by a thick cloth at all times. SCP-3945 should never be viewed with the naked eye, with all interactions taking place via remote means. As of 12/2, experimentation with SCP-3945 is to be suspended indefinitely. Description: SCP-3945 is the remaining biological tissue of an anomalous animal of unknown origin and species, currently contained on a Ford 150 truck tire. The tire itself displays no anomalous properties or unique material composition. All animal blood on the tire appears fresh and still maintains a vibrant red color. A golden bell attached to shreds of a collar is crushed between the tire's treads. The bell's side is engraved, determined to read "SHADE". Remote attempts to remove biological matter from the tire have failed. SCP-3945 induces hallucinations via direct sight in viewers who do not have a living pet. If the viewer has never owned a pet, this will manifest SCP-3945-2. Otherwise, SCP-3945-1 will manifest. SCP-3945-1 are hallucinations of the viewer's pets, usually of the animal purported to be the "best" or "most beloved". Viewers describe their hallucinated pets as "different" than they remember, reporting elongated or shortened limbs, matted hair, dark pits instead of eyes, etc. In some cases, viewers reported that the SCP-3945-1 manifestation doesn't appear to be their pet at all, instead appearing as a dark shadow only similar in size and breed. Hallucinations occur in 5 - 60 minutes in 97% of cases. In each hallucination, SCP-3945-1 appears for a few minutes before it is killed. SCP-3945-1's death is inconsistent with the original pet's cause of death. Notably, 95% of tests have resulted in SCP-3945-1 being disemboweled or devoured by an unknown predator. After the anomaly is killed, the hallucinated remains will disappear upon breaking sight line. This hallucination pattern will repeat endlessly. Upon repeated hallucinations, subjects begin to exhibit extreme emotional distress leading to depression, mental instability, and suicidal ideation. ██ suicides have been recorded as a result of the phenomenon. SCP-3945-2 manifests when the subject has never owned a pet. This instance always takes the same shape and form as described by subjects: a large panther shrouded in black smoke. Discovery: SCP-3945 was discovered after the Mayor of Lockford, CA was found dead in his family home of an apparent suicide. One call was made before his death to his wife, wherein he described seeing and hearing his childhood dog, Bass, in hysterics. A log of the call is included below. Call Log Time: 9:41 PM Janelle, it's Bass. My fucking dog when I was 8. Bass is here and then she's not, she's dying or dead, and I don't know…I've seen her rib cage, her heart and stomach opened over and over. She's got too many legs and a tumor on her face that I don't…remember, what's happening to me, I can't even think anymore, I can't go outside or inside or sideways without seeing THAT FUCKing DOG… (Unintelligible. Loud banging noise. Yelled profanity in the background. Call ends after 1 minute, 32 seconds of static and background shuffling noises.) Shortly before the Mayor's death, Lockford experienced a massive rise in its suicide rate. Foundation agents were dispatched after an article describing mass hallucination of family pets was run in the local newspaper. The anomaly was subsequently discovered when Agent Brinks began hallucinating his former pet iguana while inspecting the Mayor's truck. Agents removed the tire after the rest of the truck was determined to be non-anomalous. Despite administering amnestics, Agent Brinks still hallucinates. He is under careful supervision and Foundation psychological evaluation. Experiment Logs: Experiment Log 3945-1a Hide Experiment Log Experiment: Testing Reactions to SCP-3945 Personnel: Dr. Booker, D-6512 Dr. Booker: Please proceed into the test cell and inspect the object. D-6512: Alright. (D-6512 walks into the test chamber. She touches the tire, looking at all sides. She makes direct eye contact with the remains of SCP-3945 and wrinkles her nose.) D-6512: This shit's pretty gross, doctor. Roadkill looks kinda fresh… (Five minutes pass. D-6512 begins to hallucinate.) D-6512: What the fuck. Skippy? Dr. Booker: Can you describe what you're seeing? D-6512: This probably sounds wild, but I can see my old dog Skippy in here. But he's been dead for like, 8 years or something. C'mere, Skip. (She gestures towards the empty air and frowns.) D-6512: Something is off about him. Dr. Booker: Can you explain? D-6512: Uh, he's just weird looking? I'm not sure how to explain it. His legs seem too long. But not in like a tall way, like in a "extra bones" kinda way. (She pauses and holds her stomach.) D-6512: Doc, I'm not feeling so great. That's not Skippy, I know that for sure. Skippy had cute little brown eyes. This dog either doesn't have any eyes or they're just, dark? I dunno. Oh fu- oh fuck. (The subject's eyes widen. She retches, then vomits on the floor, falling to her knees. She is muttering something with tears in her eyes. Intermittent low sobs come from her throat.) D-6512: Doc…Skip's gone, he…fuck. Something just…opened him up. He's all inside-out, his blood and guts are all over the place. Please let me out of here. Researcher Note: Direct line of sight required to the anomalous animal. Working on ways to make this process somewhat less "gross", not sure that's possible. D-6512 expired four days after testing. Guards report she began to scream before bashing her head against the wall repeatedly. Found dead in her cell the next day with a pen stabbed into her throat. - Dr. Booker Experiment Log 3945-1b Hide Experiment Log Experiment: Testing Reactions to SCP-3945 w/ Interview Personnel: Dr. Booker, D-1422 Dr. Booker: Alright, we're recording. D-1422, we're going to go through a brief interview before we start the test, okay? Can you first tell me what kinds of pets you've had in your life? D-1422: Uh, yeah. I had a dog when I was a kid, a German Shepherd named Gus. We also had a couple cats that ran away when I was 12 or so. My mom thinks the coyotes got 'em. Then, when I was 25, I had an English bulldog named Purdy, best dog I ever had. Oh, and a bird. Well, more of my mom's bird. Dr. Booker: The pets that didn't run away, how did they die? D-1422: Gus and Purdy both died of old age. Not sure about the bird. Dr. Booker: Okay. I just have one more question — do you have any history of mental illness in your family? Any psychosis, schizophrenia, anything like that? D-1422: Not a shred. Dr. Booker: Thank you for that. Please enter the test cell and inspect the object inside. (D-1422 enters the chamber and makes eye contact with SCP-3945.) D-1422: Christ. (He continues to inspect the tire, looking it all over. He turns towards the glass and shrugs.) D-1422: Is this a scavenger hunt? Is there something I'm supposed to find here? Dr. Booker: Please continue to observe and report any phenomena that occur. (Thirty minutes pass by. D-1422 suddenly surges out of his seat, getting on his hands and knees. His face lights up in glee.) D-1422: Purdy! Now if you ain't the prettiest girl…I thought you were dead. Look at you, rollin' around on the ground. I missed you so damn much. Dr. Booker: D-1422, can you tell me what you're seeing? D-1422: It's Purdy! She looks almost good as new…a little bigger than I remember, though. (D-1422 is now sitting cross-legged on the floor. He acts as though a dog is licking his face, laughing. After two minutes and forty seconds, he makes a guttural noise from his throat, holding his hands out as though he was reaching out to someone. Tears roll down his face and he begins sobbing.) Dr. Booker: Can you tell me what happened? D-1422: (sobbing) Oh fuck, Purdy girl…what happened to you… (D-1422 moves his hands as though he's gathering things into a bundle. He holds the imagined bundle in his arms as though it were a baby, rocking back and forth on the floor.) Dr. Booker: D-1422, please describe what happened to Purdy. (D-1422 is unresponsive to any questioning, still rocking and holding his arms in the same position. He is taken back to his cell.) Researcher Note: It appears the anomaly SCP-3945 is causing hallucinations of pets, specifically of a pet the subject is fond of. Interestingly, thermal imaging shows nothing, though Hume readings correlate to anomalous activity in the testing cell. D-1422 has been catatonic since testing. Doesn't speak, hasn't eaten anything, only occasionally drinks water. I've asked him if he still hallucinates, as the camera feed in his room shows repeated reactions to unseen stimuli. No dice. I find it interesting that I've not hallucinated anything. My dog Shelly is still alive. Maybe there's a link there. Only dead pets? - Dr. Booker Experiment Log 3945-1c Hide Experiment Log Experiment: Testing Reactions to SCP-3945, Interview + No Pets Personnel: Dr. Booker, D-0909 Dr. Booker: Recording now. D-0909, I've got a few questions I'd like you to answer. Have you ever owned a pet? D-0909: A pet? Nah. My pops always told me animals were too messy and I guess I just never really liked dogs or cats as a result. Shit everywhere and make the whole house smell. Dr. Booker: To be clear, you've never owned a pet in your life? D-0909: Nope. Dr. Booker: Okay. Please proceed into the test cell. Inspect the object in the corner. Please make sure to view all parts of the object. (D-0909 walks into the test chamber. He looks around and then walks over to the tire. He turns it over a couple times, rolling it from one side of the test chamber to the other while grinning at the test booth. He makes eye contact with SCP-3945. Almost immediately thereafter, he stumbles into the corner and begins screaming at the top of his lungs.) D-0909: Holy fuck, what is that? Are you seeing this? Jesus, get me out of here, please open the door. (He attempts to turn the locked handle, growing more and more panicked.) Dr. Booker: Please describe what you're seeing. D-0909: (yelling) It's a massive fucking cat, a panther or something, just sitting there in the corner watching me with these big fucking red eyes. (stammering) It has a, uh, a bell and a collar on. (He cowers in the corner.) It's not even moving, just staring. Come on man, get me outta here, this isn't funny. (He starts frantically moving the door handle back and forth and banging his shoulder against the door.) (At Dr. Booker's request, the guards open the door and D-0909 stumbles out. He scrambles into the furthest corner of the room, the guards moving to restrain him. His breaths are heavy and labored, eyes wide.) D-0909: Doc, it's staring right at me right the fuck through that wall. One of you guys kill it, shoot it or something. I can't handle this crazy shit. Dr. Booker: What do you mean "through the wall"? D-0909: (agitated, aggressive) What do you think I mean? Fuckin' moron. (He moves erratically in the arms of the guards, bobbing his head.) (After 30 seconds, D-0909 calms down, slumping in the corner. He speaks in a low voice.) Its eyes won't stop watching me. Researcher Note: D-0909 started yelling something specific today — "shade", same as the text on the bell. A name? Interestingly, D-0909's description of the panther about matches the biomatter on the tire. As of now, D-0909 is in his cell shouting about the panther's eyes. He says they're following him throughout the facility, that he sees them at night, bobbing back and forth in the darkness like he's being hunted. More tests recommended to see if the panther is recurring. - Dr. Booker Update 12/2: D-0909 was found dead in his cell; massive gashes to the throat and stomach, entrails missing. Also, there were tons of drawings in his cell. Lots of pairs of red circles. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-3945" by time2shine, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-3945. 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. |
SCP-3946 | esoteric-class | N/A ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} The date is 07/08/21. A recently uploaded draft of SCP-3946 is available for review, Site Director. Would you like to view the article? <Y> … … … … … … .… . N Item #: SCP-3946 Special Containment Procedures: The remains of SCP-3946 are to be left undisturbed at the location of its neutralization. A series of buoys is to demarcate a safe zone around SCP-3946, officially designated as a marine sanctuary. Artifacts and documents retrieved from SCP-3946 are to be kept in a hermetically sealed vault, with interactions with trained personnel wearing proper safety equipment limited to one hour. Description: SCP-3946 was formerly a large, carnivorous, cephalopodic entity, which was hosted in a British galleon, dated to approximately the 17th century. The main mass of the entity was located within the galleon, and multiple tentacles emanated from the gun ports on the sides of the ship. These tentacles were utilized for locomotion and manipulation of objects, and were capable of tearing through steel and launching heavy objects a distance upwards of 150 meters. SCP-3946 was capable of manipulating its buoyancy, allowing it to sink under the surface of the water and quickly relocate for engagements. Discovery: SCP-3946 emerged 2 km southwest of Sierra Leone on 01/08/21, hypothesized to have been unearthed by a mudslide caused by a 5.0 magnitude earthquake earlier that day, where it initiated hostilities with local fishing trawlers. A nearby Foundation fleet was alerted to the event, wherein it quickly intercepted and engaged the entity. Attempts were made to faciliate containment, though the hostility from the entity made it infeasible. With permission from the nearest Site Director, the fleet quickly scuttled the ship by way of heavy artillery fire, planning to retrieve the organic mass after its incapacitation. Only the cruiser SCPS Curie sustained any degree of damage during the incident, with minor buckling to the aft hull and overheating of the starboard guns. A near-optimal number of fatalities occurred during the incident. As SCP-3946 had sunken onto a shallow sandbar, the SCPS Akasaki deployed free-divers attempting to take samples of the cephalopod. However, the vast majority of its mass quickly disintegrated into a mixture of ink and mucus, excepting a barnacle-encrusted, beating human heart. Further exploration of the galleon revealed a watertight chest in the captain's quarters, containing records of docking, quartermaster reports, and other documents. The heart, tentatively designated SCP-3946-1, and the documents were then transferred to the Akasaki for delivery to Site-██ in the Bermuda Islands, while the remainder of the fleet continues its patrol of the African Coast. The date is 19/08/21. An update to the file for SCP-3946 has occurred, Site Director. Would you like to view the article? <Y> … … … … … … .… . N Addendum: Scanned copies of relevant documentation The R. H. Commission on Unusual Cargo Authorized by the Board of Regents of said Commission Manifest 182 Curator: Dr. Nathan Buchanan The Cargo is to be lain in hay within a sturdy oaken chest , dry and away from the elements . This chest is to be kept locked , with the only key hung around the neck of Dr. Buchanan . If there comes a time when the Cargo needs to be moved outside of the chest, handling of the Cargo is to be done with a pair of steel tongs , thick leather gloves at min . Possession of the key and Cargo shall be transferred to Dr . Seamus Lynch at the time that Buchanan makes landfall in Cape Coast . The Cargo: The Cargo is the still-beating heart of an abomination, slain by the Commission in Gibraltar's Strait by way of cannon and musket fire . The abomination was inhabiting an ancient trireme, washed ashore onto the Rock of Gibraltar after unusually strong tides and storms . As it was unable or unwilling to haul its bulk back into the depths, the monstrosity began to accost trading vessels as they passed with its innumerable tentacles, hurling boulders at more distant targets . As such, crew members present at its death christened it Scylla, the long-reached guardian of the channel. When left in seawater for a length of time, the Cargo will experience a sudden growth of limbs and tentacles, using them to move deeper into the brine . Attempts to stop the Cargo by hand leads to the procurement of a beak and the sudden amputation of a finger . Leaving the Cargo to dry for several hours by flame or sun dampens its spirits somewhat. Forays into the trireme's hold revealed the Cargo and several dozen clay vases, topped with wax and filled with olive oil, keeping its taste despite its apparent age. Oil sold to Sir Johnathan Darke to finance the voyage to the Gold Coast. While he also inquired into the possibility of purchasing the Cargo, common sense required the Commission to refuse. ALERT! A member of the Central Atlantic Foundation Fleet has failed to respond to hourly hailing signals. The Alertness level in the CAFF has elevated to Yellow. Would you like to declare any further actions, Site Director? <Y> … … … … … … .… . <N> Captain's Log 17th of July, 1642 After the completion of our journey to the East Indies, we have offloaded our cargo in the Morocco port of Ceuta. Despite the battle over its holdings between the Spaniards and Portuguese monarchs, it is still a place where coin reigns king. Quartermaster Sheeran had just finished negotiating with the miser Mendes, when a fellow leading a menagerie of Oriental coolies boarded my ship and approached Sheeran. An English doctor, said he, wanting to place an East Indiaman into his employ for a one-time journey. Sheeran raised his hackles, he did, for queer individuals asking queer questions begets queer cargo. Preferring not to be bound to a God-forsaken port with illegal goods, he attempted to ask, gentlemanly-like, of course, what cargo to be bound where. Upon the question being raised, the fellow reluctantly procured a chest from one of his coolies, and showed it to Sheeran. Judging by the effort in which the doctor handled the chest, t'would be filled with gold. Twern't able to hear the following discussion, but Sheeran took the man, introduced as Buchanan, by the hand and sealed the agreement. We shall sail to the Gold Coast within a fortnight. 30th of July, 1642 The Fortuna has set sail with no incident, bar Lyle dragging his halfwit brother from the pub hours before our embarking. The trade winds have been favorable this year, and appearing earlier is a welcome change to our luck. Despite the conditions, I petitioned Quartermaster Sheeran to fill our stores for the journey, but he was concerned for the coin, and only filled half. Not one to be so frivolous with supplies, I must admit that the light weight of Fortuna has made her sleek in the water. Aided by the tailwind and Canary current, we shall make good time rounding the coast. As I slept to our speed, I dreamt a strange dream of blue and brine. Good Doctor Buchanan has made himself room in Sheeran's quarters, which he generously gave, but Buchanan has locked himself within his quarters for the past three days, only leaving to accept meals given to him by his coolies. Unable to speak Lord's English or Spanish, the coolies make for terrible deckhands, and the rest of the crew feel unwilling to sup with them, leaving a chasm betwixt the camps in the galley. Despite the strangers among us, the crew would never stop from making merry, singing bawdy songs of women and waters and praised the Lord for the good weather. 9th of August, 1642 That fortnight at anchor feels but a mirage now, slipped away as the currents of time, yet a day at sea feels like an age. I have had a recurring dream of late, of water and dark and songs most pure, yet I cannot recall specifics. Ship's Doctor Willis claims fruit cures all ailments of the sea, Bah to that I say. At noon the ensign reported the sighting of dolphins, playing in our wake to starboard. The sight lifted the crew's spirits up for but a moment, however, and they slipped back into a sour melancholia. There has been a miasma of unease among the crew, likened to birds sensing a storm. Buchanan has rejoined the crew, claiming the production of sea legs, that the nerves had finally settled. Posh, I say, but let it rest besides. That same dream visited again in the night, more clear in my mind than ever, and with it a storm, brewing in my mind and without. As twere I was adrift in the blue, skin sun-spackled from the waves above. I had no want for air. In those dark waters the most beautiful song was ringing out across the depths, in a language unrecognizable to the ear, but yet filled with grief and loss. I felt the singer be right to my back, I surely felt she must be the fairest maiden, but as I turned I awoke, slicked with sweat and ached of heart. The rest of the day a fearsome itch overcame me, as if worms digging neath my skin 11th of August, 1642 The God-gifted good weather has turned for worse, and we were struck by a monsoon most vicious in nature. The crew was caught unawares, me most of all, as it seemed as the thunderhead churned into being in but an instant, forgoing lurking upon the horizon for leaping upon us akin a cat with a lame mouse. During the storm some cargo, most containing rations, went overboard, along with Lyle's brother. Damn his daftness and thrice damn the brothel girl that birthed him. Buchanan was nowhere to be found, and twas feared he be overboard along with the cargo, but scouring the ship he was found gripping the chest, hair oily and matted, rocking in the corner of his quarters as a babe clutches her blankets. He was given a pint o whiskey, which cheered him some. The damn dream plagues me. Every time I shut my eyes, I see glimpses of the water, hear snatches of a song. I just want to sleep. 14th of August, 1642 The dour mood has thickened like a fog upon the water. The crew rose with bad temper and look at Buchanan and his coolies with a glint of murder. I have heard talk of curses and knives. Sheeran has confessed that some of the sailors wish to throw the doctor overboard, along with his chest, to rid ourselves of the darkly cloud of omen that has been following the Fortuna since we left harbor. I told Sheeran that any dissenting talk earns a day in the stocks, but really it not be dissent I fear. Without all reason, my heart lurches 'gainst my ribs in protest imagining the sight, as if it be my lover cast into the waves rather than cargo. I fear there be mutiny. I fear I be mad. 15th of August, 1642 The dream struck upon me again this past night. The water, sweeter. The disembodied song, as rich and saddening than ever, the keening making mine tears one with the brine, so filled with loss and longing for something gone long ago. I was filled with lust in that moment, for my heart both yearned to have that song forever in my breast and to have the women singing the blessed tune forever between my arms. But again I was wrenched from my sleep as soon as I turned, awoken yet again for this floating hell. The food is pathetic and tasteless. The clothes lousy and coated with grime. Ordering the crew to make merry only made me order them to cease, as their voices were grating and stinging compared to the song of the girl found only in the echoing passageways of my mind. My melancholia is only worsened by the itch. My incessant scratching has led to bleeding, and the unearthing of hard pustules upon my body. I order Willis into my cabin to inspect me, and he was shocked by the sight of my bare chest. Barnacles, claimed he, and I threw him out of the cabin for suggesting such a thing. These past few days we have been recording a drift in our course, which we have expended great effort to correct, but the wind and sea fight 'gainst our works, the storm most of all. We shall be at half-rations from now on, quarter-rations for passengers. 16th of August, 1642 The ship is silent, naught but the creaking of the rigging and the blowing of the wind makes a sound. The coolies have locked themselves in their quarters. Same as with the crew, coming out only to do their sullen duty, and then back again. Buchanan was out and about this day, pacing acrost the deck, leaning against the starboard taffrail,looking out to sea for a single moment before resuming his pacing. His skin was tan and leathery, and his face was unwashed and unshaven. After watching him for several minutes he caught my gaze and appeared frightened. So easily frightened, him. I took him aside and asked him what the matter was. He took deep, shuddery breaths and said that he would be thought mad. I took in my surroundings for a while, before responding 'We all might be mad.' He looked relaxed at my phrasing and took me in confidence, hurriedly telling me about the plague of dreams that he as been experiencing. Songs in the deep, feeling a presence behind him. He has not been able to sleep for God knows how long. I was incensed. Those were Mine own dreams. She is for me. ME. And Me alone. How dare he try to steal her away from me, the woman of my dreams, attempting to cuckold me? Attempting to keep my temper, I asked him, lowly, whether he felt like she was meant for him. He looked at me oddly, then, and, slowly, said that he felt like she was lost, looking for something, but not him. I relaxed then, for he was hearing not a song meant for him, but merely being a voyeur to my dreams. I dismissed his concerns, telling him not to worry, it is merely the salt air. He didn't seemed convinced, but eased slightly. Sleep does not come. Does she not want to see me? I toss and turn and yet I am not taken to my beloved. Have I done wrong, confronting Buchanan? i am sorry, my love, please let me hear you sing. I shall not try to look this time. 17th of August, 1642 Buchanan has been hiding many a thing from me. The Cargo, The Comi Commission, her heart, it all hidden from mine own eyes, as if I weren't the chartered captain. He think me not privy to his secrets that he keeps? Nay, he is mighty foolish and arrogant to think of me as a layman easy to be hoodwinked. As he and the crew supped, stomach and minds churning with hunger and thoughts of mutiny and betrayal, I snuck into his quarters, searching for her. The woman of my dreams told me of where she lies, and I found her, within an chest hewn of oak and banded with iron. Alas, I possessed no means to open it, so I let it lie. I then searched his drawers and his lockers, finding documents to the Commission, detailing their wholesale slaughter of her body, ripping her heart from her body like savages. My rage was such that I crumpled the documents and left the quarters a wreck, unleashing my anger upon his possessions. The crew heard the commotion and ran to the quarters, restraining me from my outburst. Sheeran, that son of a cur that cuckold that slimy rat bastard, came upon the room and took in the sight, upon which he declared me incompetent, and ordered the crew to confine me to my quarters. As a gesture of charity they gave me my log to write with, maybe hoping I write my final will and testament. Bah, I give them naught but the shit from my boot. I feel a storm is brewing upon the horizon. And it smells like treachery and rain. The storm came upon us like her own wrath, laying upon the ship as a Tiger her prey. Her heart is within my possession, as well as the key. I gently asked the cabin boy through the door to let me loose for just a while, as my legs were cramped and I needed to relieve myself. Poor, foolish cabin boy. The good doctor was naught but a parcel of bones, parchment skin stretched acrost his body kettledrum-taut, wrapped around the chest protectively. A puddle of bile surrounded him as the storm forced him to give up his meagre share of food. It was for the good of all that I take the key and cargo and protect it from the crew. It was a shame that he didn't listen to captain's orders. They are at the door now, begging for reason and screaming epithets in equal measure, nearly drowned out by the banshee screeching of the lashing gale. I heard Sheeran hoarsely call for a sturdy iron bar and the coolies belting in their Godforsaken tongues. The door shan't last long. The crew is naught but a rabble rabbits, rabbits spooked by the gray storm and gray seas. They want to kill her They shan't The sailors bestowed her the name Scylla in wry humor, but they be right. She hungers for what I will gladly give her, a body to replace the beauty that Amphitrite jealously wrenched from her. Render unto the sea's that which is the seas, and ye shall be free. CRITICAL ALERT! The date is 19/08/21. A member of the Central Atlantic Foundation Fleet has been overtaken by a hostile anomalous entity. The Alertness level in the CAFF has elevated to RED. The O5 Council requests your presence immediately following the conclusion of this incident, Site Director. This order is non-optional. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-3946" by Anorrack, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-3946. 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. |
SCP-3947 | euclid | Item #: SCP-3947 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3947 instances are to be kept in a bathtub housed inside a large-size high-value containment chamber at Site-88. Requests for money, decoration, or bath toys are to be granted as long as the items will not result in an increased risk of a containment breach. Staff assigned to SCP-3947 are to have a good understanding of and fondness for slapstick comedy. Task Force Omega-16, "That's all, Folks!" is to be present onsite at all times to prevent escape attempts. Description: SCP-3947 is a collection of 5 rubber duck bath toys. Each SCP-3947 instance possesses a unique design. SCP-3947 instances are sentient and capable of human-like vocalizations in exaggerated accents. SCP-3947 instances can produce objects commonly used in slapstick cartoons such as frying pans, boxing gloves, and anvils. On several occasions, SCP-3947 instances have shown the ability to temporarily alter their shape, gaining limbs or transforming into objects such as miniature boats or bombs. SCP-3947 instances are capable of using any produced items regardless of size or weight. Persons or objects subject to violence from SCP-3947 instances suffer no permanent harm. The instances themselves similarly will suffer no permanent damage from the actions of others. In both cases, the affected individuals will suffer painful but not debilitating damage, often involving stretching or large lumps that heal very quickly. SCP-3947 instances often attempt to escape their chamber in order to commit acts such as theft or assault. No attempt to escape the facility itself has been attempted by SCP-3947 instances. SCP-3947 instances enjoy smoking cigarettes which is the item they most frequently manifest. SCP-3947 instances have a marked hatred of people who openly express a dislike of slapstick comedy. Instances will actively attempt to steal from and attack such individuals whilst repeatedly insulting them. Addendum 3947.1: Individual SCP-3947 instance behaviors: Number designation Description SCP-3947-1, The Boss SCP-3947-1 act as leader of the SCP-3947 instances. SCP-3947-1 does not commit hostile acts itself instead giving commands to the other SCP-3947 instances to do so. SCP-3947-1 speaks in an accent reminiscent of Godfather characters in media. SCP-3947-1 is commonly calm and suave, and is open to interviews or discussion. However, SCP-3947-1 is also prone to bouts of anger, typically when the other SCP-3947 instances fail to complete a task. SCP-3947 wears a tuxedo and has a pencil mustache and combover. SCP-3947-2, Pinstripes SCP-3947-2 acts as the strategist and negotiator for the SCP-3947 instances. SCP-3947-2 has displayed much higher intelligence than the remaining instances. SCP-3947-2 rarely uses its reality-altering abilities for purposes beyond creating weapons. SCP-3947-2 will attempt to intimidate people who try to stop SCP-3947 related activities. Intimidation is carried out through threats against one's family or well-being. The instances have yet to fulfill SCP-3947-2's threats. SCP-3947-2's design includes a fedora and pinstripe suit. SCP-3947-3, Tiny SCP-3947-3 directly attacks individuals interfering with SCP-3947 related activities. SCP-3947-3 speaks in simple sentences and a seems to lack a basic understanding of math and science. This instance is approximately 1.3x the size of a typical rubber duck. SCP-3947-3's design includes a leather jacket and pompadour. SCP-3947-4, Natasha SCP-3947-4 is the only SCP-3947 instance with a female appearance. SCP-3947-4 is capable of disabling Foundation security systems. SCP-3947-4's behavior appears relaxed except when the instance is stealing objects under SCP-3947-1's direction. SCP-3947-4 speaks in a Russian accent. SCP-3947-4's design includes a balaclava and blue dress. SCP-3947-5, Blasty SCP-3947-5 will cause havoc separately from other SCP-3947 instances whilst those instances carry out SCP-3947-1's orders. This is generally accomplished through the application of explosives. SCP-3947-5's personality appears incredibly unstable, with the instance laughing or screaming at various times. SCP-3947-5's design includes blast armor. Addendum 3947.2: SCP-3947-1 Interview Interviewed: SCP-3947-1 Interviewer: Dr. Carver Foreword: On 5/7/2009, SCP-3947-1 agreed to a private interview with Dr. Carver, SCP-3947's head researcher <Begin Log> Dr. Carver: Before we begin, I'd like to thank you for granting this interview. SCP-3947-1: Ay, I's not too much of a problem. I'm not da busiest guy in the world, so we can chat fo' howeva long ya'd like! Dr. Carver: Excellent. On to the matter at hand: Why do you and the rest of the SCP-3947 instances feel a need to commit crimes? SCP-3947-1: We commit crimes for the same reason you researchers research: We're criminals! Ain't too complicated if you ask me. Dr. Carver: No, I mean, what are your motives for committing crimes? SCP-3947-1: Eh, I dunno. I's fun, I guess. It's just always been da thing we do. Dr. Carver: No motive to speak of at all? Not even greed? SCP-3947-1: Aw Christ, more of dis mumbo jumbo! Y'know, back in the day, stuff was simple. Us villains didn't need no stinkin' 'motives' or whatever! We did it cause we we're dah bad guys! Not everyone has a complex backstory. You want me ta blab on-and-on about how we were created by something-or-other or just accept that some things exist for da simple pleasures! Dr. Carver: I think you've made your point clear. Guards, please escort SCP-3947-1 back to it's cell. (Guards begin escorting SCP-3947-1) SCP-3947-1: Get 'em, boys! (2 bowling balls fall from the ceiling, knocking the guards unconscious) SCP-3947-5: Heheheheee! The idiots b-barely knew what he-he-hit em! Dr. Carver: (Into radio) SCP-3947 HAS BREACHED CONTAIN- (SCP-3947-3 strikes Dr. Carver with a frying pan.) SCP-3947-3: Deh-heh-heh! Take that, nerd-man! SCP-3947-2: Quit screwin' around, ya dolt! We gots to try and find where the stash is! SCP-3947-4: Yes. We must go before more guards come. Perhaps we will find vodka this time. <End Log> Closing Statement: SCP-3947 instances are not to be allowed out of their cells under any circumstances. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-3947" by Crocket_Lawnchair and Doctor Cimmerian, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-3947. 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. |
SCP-3948 | euclid | Test subject after 7 months of exposure to SCP-3948 (left) and his SCP-3948-altered reflection (right). Note differences in hairstyle, nose and lip shape, and facial hair. Item #: SCP-3948 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3948 is to be contained in Provisional Site 43-3948; when not in testing, all entrances should be blocked to prevent unauthorized entry. Entrance to the building will be denied for all Foundation personnel over the age of 53 apart from select D-class subjects used for testing. Description: SCP-3948 is an anomalous phenomenon affecting all reflective surfaces inside a former nursing home located in Oshkosh, Wisconsin. Branded as the “Full Hearts Retirement Facility”, the 50-unit nursing home was built in 1976 and contained by the Foundation in 1997. SCP-3948 activates when a human subject above the age of 531 enters the building. While initially the subject will notice no change, over a period of months their image in all reflective surfaces (bathroom mirrors, glass windows, metal cutlery, etc) will become unrecognizable to them through gradual alterations. SCP-3948 does not affect the perception of affected subjects but rather the reflective surfaces themselves; an observer standing behind an affected subject will perceive the same changed reflection as the subject themselves and similarly a photograph taken of a reflective surface affected by SCP-3948 will maintain the changed image. At the time of containment the building was occupied by 37 residents, all of whom showed signs of moderate-to-severe dementia along with depersonalization2, derealization3, and depression. It additionally appears as though the staff of the nursing home were taking active precautions to avoid external discovery of the anomaly. The extent of these precautions (detailed in Addendum 3948-c along with details of initial containment) imply they were done knowingly and maliciously. Addendum 3948-a: Long-term Experimentation Results, 02/12/2007 On the recommendation of the Ethics Committee, the previous residents exposed to SCP-3948 were relocated and no specific testing was done on them within the nursing home. In order to more accurately test the long-term effects of SCP-3948 on humans, an indefinite-length study was started immediately after containment with 20 D-class test subjects. Each subject remained in isolation from each other; half received virtual therapy treatments from offsite Foundation psychologists while the other half was left as a control group. Ten years on, all subjects show some signs of dementia although the symptoms are highly elevated in the control group, suggesting that the mental deterioration is not strictly anomalous. In addition, observers have noted an increasing similarity in the changed reflections for all subjects, an analysis borne out by Foundation biometric facial scanners. With some variations in the timescale (mostly correlated with the race and gender of the subject), all of the subjects' reflections appear to have started to converge to the same image of a Caucasian male with skin mottling and a severely-impacted nose. Facial recognition technology has matched the common biomarkers to that of Ronald Exeter Corcoran, an Oshkosh native who died in 1955 in a murder-suicide. Addendum 3948-b: Data recovered from Wisconsin Corrections Records re: Ronald Exeter Corcoran Booking Photo, Ronald Exeter Corcoran, 04/15/1954 Booking photo taken of Ronald Corcoran for a public intoxication charge approximately 15 months before his death Ronald Corcoran lived with his grandmother (his only living relative) in a house that would after his death be torn down and eventually replaced by the Full Hearts Retirement Facility. The official report filed on his murder-suicide is excerpted below: Date of Incident: July 14, 1955 Report Author: Officer James McCallum Incident Details: At 11 PM on the night in question, Officers James McCallum and Arthur Murphy responded to reports of distress at ███ ████████ ████, owned by Marjorie Corcoran. Upon arriving, both officers noted hearing cries for help inside and Officer McCallum forced the door open to render assistance. Upon entering, officers traced the sound of the cries to the basement. Both officers proceeded into the basement where they found Marjorie Corcoran chained to a radiator and surrounded by a circle of candles alongside her grandson, Ronald Corcoran. Mr. Corcoran had died of a wound to the neck, apparently self-inflicted, and was holding a shard of glass dripping with blood. Mrs. Corcoran had received multiple stab wounds and most notably the skin of her face had apparently been cut or ripped off; Officer McCallum attempted to provide medical assistance but Mrs. Corcoran died of her wounds shortly thereafter. Officer McCallum was unable to locate Mrs. Corcoran's face. Addendum 3948-c: Foundation Post-Mortem Report, 02/03/1997 Display Report Hide Report Eight corpses were discovered in Full Hearts Retirement Facility on February 3rd, 1997. Three of the dead - Patricia Rodriguez, Jamaal Koury, and Robert Korvier – were found in the basement of the facility, surrounded by a thin circle of dried, powdered rosemary leaves and another, larger circle of broken mirror shards propped up against rocks, with the silvered edges facing inwards. Rodriguez had suffered deep vertical slash wounds across her abdomen and arms and succumbed quickly from her wounds; she died while slumped over Korvier in a manner that suggests she was trying to physically protect him. Korvier died at almost the same time as Rodriguez due to a sudden heart attack. Koury had a severely-broken left leg, as if he had fallen on it from a height; this did not immediately kill him but the blood loss he sustained eventually proved fatal. Koury died while holding one of the mirror fragments, which he had apparently used to scratch a complex and indecipherable series of pictograms on the basement floor. In addition, Rodriguez's personal Bible and Koury's copy of the Quran were also recovered from the basement floor where they had been tossed haphazardly. The other five dead – Emilia Robertson, Laura Janney, Carla Porter, Albert Fisk, and John Cassidy – comprised the entire staff of the Full Hearts Retirement Facility. All five lived on-site and had done so since the facility opened; Robertson, Porter, and Fisk were found dead in their rooms while Janney and Cassidy died in the hallways while making the rounds. All five died of asphyxiation when their tracheae were severed by a force or forces unknown. Forensic examination additionally revealed each had physical features consistent with a human in their mid-20s, despite official records noting their ages as significantly older. Interviews with the residents immediately following the incident revealed that all cameras and photographic equipment were confiscated by the staff when residents entered under the premise that flash photography was upsetting some epilepsy-prone residents, regardless of whether the cameras actually possessed in-built flash devices. When interviewing families of the former residents, nearly all noted that the nursing home was marketed to them as one that would take care of all of their relatives' needs and which therefore would never require them to visit; a majority of those interviewed admitted that they were not interested in visiting at all and had made this clear to staff at the outset4. The subset of families that did try to visit the home were repeatedly informed that their relatives were too weak, too emotionally unstable, or were simply unwilling to receive them as visitors. Those that persisted found their relatives suddenly and unceremoniously discharged back into their care with the supposed explanation that the resident in question had instigated a "violent incident" and the nursing facility would press charges if the family did not quietly take them back5. Immediately following the discovery of the bodies by the local police, all mirrored surfaces in the facility became matte-gray and non-reflective6. This in turn alerted Foundation operatives, who initiated containment and distributed amnestics to those affected. After approximately 20 hours, all reflective surfaces began reflecting images affected by SCP-3948 again. Addendum 3948-d: Long-term Experimentation Results, 06/24/2017 Twenty years into experimentation, all test subjects' reflections appear identical to the known images of Ronald Corcoran. In addition, all subjects (regardless of therapy and/or pharmaceutical aid) show severe signs of dementia and the majority have lapsed into a near-comatose state, still capable of feeding themselves and other basic motor functions but seemingly unable to speak or acknowledge the presence of others. However, when staff entered the facility to perform followup testing it was noted that some subjects' reflections appeared to be tracking the staff (following them with eye movements, turning slightly towards them, etc.) independently of the subjects themselves. An attempt to conduct an interview directly with one such reflection was performed; for the purposes of this transcript the reflection is referred to as SCP-3948-1 and the subject by his designation, D-07214. View transcript [LEVEL 4 CLEARANCE ONLY] Access granted Interview took place on 06/24/2017, at which point D-07214 had been in residence without interruption for 20 years. Subject was restrained in a chair with a 1m x 2m mirror placed next to him such that the interlocutor (Doctor Mangala Shastry, presiding researcher on SCP-3948) was able to see both the subject and his reflection via remote videolink. Dr. Shastry: D-07214, can you hear me? No reaction from D-07214 or SCP-3948-1. Dr. Shastry: D-07214, please blink three times if you can hear me. No reaction from D-07214 or SCP-3948-1, which has thus far completely mirrored all of D-07214's minor movements. Dr. Shastry: Very well, then. Dr. Shastry turns towards SCP-3948-1. Dr. Shastry: Can you hear me? There is no immediate reaction. After a few seconds, SCP-3948-1 smiles and relaxes backwards into the chair. D-07214 does not change his position. Dr. Shastry: Ah. It appears as though you can. SCP-3948-1 looks directly at Dr. Shastry and opens his mouth. Simultaneously, D-07214 begins to speak, looking away from Dr. Shastry and making no other movements. SCP-3948-1's lips are the only part of its image that perfectly mimic D-07214's movements. As it is believed that this is how SCP-3948-1 communicates, all such interactions will have the source designated as "SCP-3948-1". SCP-3948-1: Yeah, looks like. Dr. Shastry: Am I currently speaking to Ronald Exeter Corcoran? SCP-3948-1: Uh-huh. Dr. Shastry: And are you responsible for the anomaly here? The changed reflections of the elderly? SCP-3948-1: That's another bullseye. Although at this point it kinda runs itself without much push from me, but yeah, I set it in motion. Dr. Shastry: Have you always been able to do… things of this nature, or did that manifest only after your death? SCP-3948-1: Do you know I've never seen myself in a mirror? Dr. Shastry: I don't understand- SCP-3948-1: I'm telling you, just hold on. Ever since I was a kid, I've never seen myself in the mirror. I've seen lots of things in the mirror - plenty of things - but never myself. You know, for a number of years I thought I looked like a young Cary Grant. Isn't that funny? When a I was about 16 someone took a picture of me - it wasn't as common then, you know - and that was the first time I actually saw me. I mean the way I really was. And suddenly it clicked, you know, all the times I got made fun of, the jokes about my nose, the whole thing. Looking back, maybe I was a little slow not to figure it out earlier but hey, you look at a stranger in the mirror for 16 years and you tell me who you are, huh? Dr. Shastry: You're saying that you were changing your own reflection? SCP-3948-1: I'm saying I guess I've always been a little special. That's how she referred to it, anyway. Dr. Shastry: This would be your grandmother, Marjorie Corcoran? SCP-3948-1: What an idiot she was. Dr. Shastry: You moved in with her when your parents died. Did you have anything to do with their death? SCP-3948-1: I've thought about that but nah, pretty sure that one was just bad luck - I was a year old at the time and they got into a car accident while I was at my nan's. Although apparently my pop was drunk and maybe that was because he had an ugly-ass toddler at home, so who knows. Dr. Shastry: Tell me about Marjorie Corcoran. SCP-3948-1: Just a grade-A moron, my nan. She'd believe any-goddamn-thing you'd tell her. I remember one time I managed to convince her that her husband - guy named Carl, died before I was even born so really not my fault there - anyway, I told her that his name was actually "Earl", you know, just to see if she would believe it. Every single time she'd mention Carl I'd just sigh and "remind" that his name was Earl. At one point she opened her photo album to prove to me I was wrong, but I'd gone through it the week before and changed all the Cs to Es so she just kept flipping through it, getting more and more out-of-sorts. (Laughs) What a dummy. Eventually she just started calling him Earl herself. They were married for fifteen years and she was calling him the wrong name. (Laughs) Dr. Shastry: Are you familiar with the term "gaslighting"? SCP-3948-1: As opposed to electrical lighting? Sure, what about it? Dr. Shastry: Never mind. Did you kill your grandmother because of her, ah, stupidity? SCP-3948-1: Nah - I mean, that was kind of a nice side-benefit, but not what I was really after. I'd always had these headaches, ever since I was a kid - I'd drink a lot to make them go away but it mostly just made em worse the morning after, so one day I figured I'd try going clean for a bit. It was real rough, but then one morning I woke up and I just - knew. Hard to explain. Uh, it was just - I knew exactly how I could leave all the bullshit behind, and I knew that she was part of the reason that I was here in the first place, so she had to go. I realize it doesn't make a lot of sense for you but for me it was like fiery letters written in the sky, an instruction manual for getting out. Dr. Shastry: Getting out of what? SCP-3948-1: Well, mortality, for one. Plenty of other things, beside. Hard to tell you, but I could show you… Dr. Shastry: No, I don't think so. If your object was "freedom", then why have you apparently stayed in one place all these years? SCP-3948-1 grimaces slightly. D-07214's expression does not change. SCP-3948-1: Nan might have been dumb but she had a few tricks up her sleeve, I'll give her that. Whatever I had, seems like she had it too - probably she passed it down to me, even. When she realized what I was doing and that she couldn't stop me, she… bound me, here. It was so frustrating, at first, to be free and yet imprisoned. But after a while I learned patience. I had forever, after all. And soon enough I found my prayers answered - like God himself came down on my behalf and gave me a bunch of toys to play with. Dr. Shastry: I assume now you're referring to your work in this building. Were you attempting to use the residents of this facility as a way to break out of your grandmother's binding? SCP-3948-1: What? No, you really don't understand what's going on here, do you? Nah, this was all just… me having fun, mostly. Dr. Shastry: What about the previous staff of this facility? Were you, ah, "having fun" with them, as well? SCP-3948-1: Well… yes and no. Not in the same way, certainly. I just gave them some options. They had a choice - really, they did, it takes me a long time to make people do things… not generally a problem, given the amount of time I have, but starting up from nothing takes some doing. So I offered them some of my time. I was surprised at how easy it was, honestly. They really felt underappreciated, you know - I just had to tell them this was their reward for putting up with the crap they had to put up with and they fell right in line. Dr. Shastry: Let's talk about the events of Februrary 2nd, 1997. The three residents who died in the basement of this facility - what were they attempting to do, precisely? SCP-3948-1: No. Dr. Shastry: I'm afraid I have to insist that you- SCP-3948-1: Let me put it to you this way: Would you let me know where you hide your spare key, when you go to bed, what the easiest way to dispose of your body would be? Would there be anything I could say or do to you that would make you give that to me? No, because you're not an idiot. I'm not an idiot. Dr. Shastry: So it's a way to kill you? SCP-3948-1: No, that was a, whaddyacallit, an analogy. Drop it. We've been having such a pleasant conversation so far, it'd be a shame to end it here. Dr. Shastry: Let me ask a related question, then: How did the three residents figure out the ritual they performed, whatever it was? We've discovered nothing that might suggest their knowledge of any occult or anomalous matters and yet they had a clear, defined plan for what they did in that basement. SCP-3948-1: Turns out Nan was a little less dead than I thought. SCP-3948-1 sighs and leans forward slightly. D-07214 does not react. SCP-3948-1: I still don't really know how she did it - if she was sucked up along with me or she did it on purpose. Whatever it was, that bitch hid so well I almost didn't notice her until it was too late. Almost. Like I said, she was still a dummy - showed her hand a little too early, gave me time to react, and that's really all I ever need. After I dealt with her three little pawns, I dealt with her. Permanently. Had to stop operations here for a little bit to do that but she's gone for good, now. SCP-3948-1 smiles broadly, maintaining eye contact with the videolink. At the same time, D-07214 is observed to rapidly scan his eyes across the room, in a manner suggesting an unconscious reaction. Dr. Shastry: All right, that should be enough for now. We'll contact you again if- SCP-3948-1: Hold on just a moment. Isn't there something else you have to ask me? Dr. Shastry: What would that be? SCP-3948-1: Why I'm telling you all this. I mean, if you're smart you'd probably assume that I was just telling a bunch of lies and I'm not going to sit here and swear that everything I've said was the Lord's own truth, but I could've just said nothing at all. Don't you want to know why? Dr. Shastry: I suspect you're going to tell me, regardless. SCP-3948-1: Part of it is that I haven't had anyone to talk to in a while, of course. And another part is that I wanted to brag, a little, although I know pride is a sin. But the main reason is I wanted to figure out why you were doing this. Dr. Shastry: Why we were doing what? SCP-3948-1: This… the whole thing, giving me all these new toys. I mean, I had to promise things to my last crew, enter into a covenant with them, the whole nine yards. But you gave me exactly what I wanted and I didn't have to do a damn thing. And, listening to you just now, I think I've got it figured: You were just curious. I mean, that's wild. Even to me. You know, when the last one, the Koury-one, was dying, you know he honestly really thought he'd stopped me - that even if I didn't go away, nobody would ever let me do this again. And then immediately - the blood didn't even have time to dry - you proved him wrong. God bless you all, it was wonderful. Dr. Shastry: We can also shut down everything here whenever we want. SCP-3948-1: Oh, feel free to try. You could put a bullet in the head of all of my toys here - and honestly, they're getting a little stale now, it would probably be a good idea - and burn this place to the ground if you wanted to. I'm not the building, Doctor Shastry7. Will you still be here in a hundred years? A thousand? Can you vouch for the next person I talk to, that they won't be more interested in what I have to offer? I don't need to beat you or outwit you. I just need to outlast you. Patience is a virtue. Dr. Shastry: This interview is over. SCP-3948-1: Yeah. SCP-3948-1 adjusts its position so it now perfectly matches that of D-07214, and continues to mirror its movements until the recording ends. Following this interview, all testing on SCP-3948 was suspended indefinitely pending review. Footnotes 1. This is a lower bound; subjects as old as 57 have been unaffected by SCP-3948. 2. Characterized by the inability to recognize oneself and/or one's own thoughts 3. Characterized by a lack of belief in the reality of the external world 4. Later interviews indicated that those who expressed an interest in maintaining relationships with their relatives were routinely rejected for dubious rationales such as "insurance incompatibilit(ies)" and "discrepanc(ies) in health history." 5. Interviews with residents have found no such documented incidences. 6. This phenomenon has never recurred. 7. All recordings indicate that Dr. Shastry has never spoken or otherwise indicated her name within SCP-3948's known radius of effect |
SCP-3949 | euclid | Item #: SCP-3949 Special Containment Procedures: Foundation webcrawler I/O-NYSE is to monitor for posts mentioning Penumbra W.A.V.E. or its characters. Any flagged posts are to be immediately reported to Mobile Task Force Omicron-5 ("TRUE Fans"). MTF Omicron-5 is to determine if these posts originated from SCP-3949, and if so, to respond to these posts until the SCP-3949 instance deletes itself. Description: SCP-3949 denotes a series of accounts, presumably all created by a single entity, located on various social media websites, forums, and message boards. All of SCP-3949's posts center around the (nonexistent) animated series Penumbra W.A.V.E. or the fan community supposedly surrounding it. However, researchers have managed to extrapolate information about Penumbra W.A.V.E. through SCP-3949's posts. According to these extrapolations, Penumbra W.A.V.E. is in the sci-fi genre and had four seasons before going on indefinite hiatus. In-depth information can be found in Supplementary File 3949-R238. Attempts to trace the origin of SCP-3949 have so far proven unsuccessful. Approximately 2% of people who view SCP-3949's posts will become convinced that Penumbra W.A.V.E. exists, and that they have watched at least one episode of it. Remembered details of Penumbra W.A.V.E. are mostly consistent across different people. These false memories cease once SCP-3949 deletes itself, but can return upon the next SCP-3949 emergence. SCP-3949 has a very timid temperament and generally does not respond positively to negative comments or responses to its posts. In most cases, SCP-3949 will respond a few times with attempts to induce guilt in the responder, before deleting itself and all its posts entirely. After this, SCP-3949 will reappear under a new username after a variable period ranging from 9 to 72 days. After Incident 3949-119, SCP-3949 has not created any new accounts. After one year of inactivity, SCP-3949 was reclassed Neutralized. Abbreviated SCP-3949 Incident Log: Incident # Post Content MTF Response 014 A digital artwork, created by SCP-3949, depicting two characters (Iridium and Tbil) embracing. Several comments noting the discrepancy in Iridium's skin color between the artwork (light brown) and the show (dark purple). 057 A reposted fan fiction by the user 'lmaporpoise119'1. Work is 18 chapters long, and primarily centers on an alternate ending to Season 2 where the Khyrong army never reached the Mykarian Citadel, with a romantic subplot between two minor characters. Comments critiquing the overall grammar, dialogue, extreme mischaracterization of King Ekkaj, as well as several statements that the two romantic leads of the work have never shared screentime in the show. 066 A reposted uncredited artwork depicting one character wielding the Storm Sword and standing over a defeated foe. Several extensive comments analyzing previous fight scenes and statistics, ultimately concluding that the losing character would have easily defeated the other, and that the winning character would be incapable of wielding the Storm Sword in the first place. 089 A video overlaying a nonexistent song, "My Angel" by Fireflight,2 over a series of short clips of a climactic sword battle during Season 1, Episode 9. Several comments criticizing the choice of song and suggesting that scenes from later seasons would have been more visually appealing. 119 A long (~10,000 word) post describing SCP-3949's personal life, experience while watching the show, and how the show has affected SCP-3949's life. A single comment reading "No one cares". Footnotes 1. This name matched no existing user on the website it was posted on. 2. Analysis of the song's audio is consistent with the vocals and style of the band, but no other records of it have been found. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-3949" by Weryllium, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-3949. 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. |
SCP-3950 | safe | close Info X SCP-3950 The Matryoshka Written by Aftokrator Check out Aftokrator's author page! The file you are viewing is currently outdated as of 12/12/2022. An updated iteration is pending review, any and all changes will be automatically reflected in this file upon its approval. Item#: 3950 Level3 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3950 is currently contained in a secure warehouse at Site-81. No further containment procedures have been deemed necessary at this time. Description: SCP-3950 is a young adult humanoid female possessing what is believed to be an anomalously large lithopedion,1 measuring approximately 5 meters in diameter. SCP-3950 exhibits physiological characteristics consistent with pregnant baseline humans in the late third trimester, albeit intensified. Instances of wide stretch marks and swollen veins, particularly over the abdomen of SCP-3950, are considered normal. SCP-3950 was recovered from the basement of the abandoned Dallas Neumann General Hospital on 22/10/2012 following its discovery by urban explorers. Outside abnormally rapid cellular regeneration, medical analysis of SCP-3950 tissue samples have indicated no significant deviations from that of baseline humans. SCP-3950 has not exhibited any signs of consciousness nor higher brain functions since its discovery. Damage inflicted on SCP-3950 yields no involuntary response, and heals completely given enough time. All ultrasound, MRI, and X-ray imaging attempts thus far have failed to determine the exact internal structure of the lithopedion. Currently, it is the consensus among research personnel that this is merely the result of an anomalous form of calcification. Addendum 3950.01: Physiological Changes During a routine inspection of SCP-3950, researchers discovered a small growth at its navel. Over the course of several days, this growth developed into a living umbilical cord, terminating in an ectogenetic2 human embryo. Notably, a thin layer of cells have begun to form over the entirety of SCP-3950, prompting research personnel to re-evaluate its exact nature. Addendum 3950.02: Further Medical Analysis After numerous preliminary tests conducted on SCP-3950 tissue samples, it was determined that more invasive procedures would have no bearing on its health in the long term. A proposal submitted by SCP-3950 research personnel for a more in-depth study of the anomaly was approved by Site-81 administration on 10/12/2012. Attached is a video log of the aforementioned procedure. «BEGIN LOG» Camera is readjusted by Researcher Griffiths, who steps away to reveal part of SCP-3950. Its abdomen fills up the screen, the surgical theatre lights reflecting off the antiseptic applied to it. Dark swollen veins are clearly visible across its bulging surface. KAUFMANN: Are we running? Yes? Alright, uh, this is Dr. Andrew Kaufmann, presiding over SCP-3950 Test C2-A1, log ID 3950-OS-265. Begin the procedure. A soft whirring sound is heard off-camera. An incision begins to form on the surface of SCP-3950's abdomen, slowly creeping downwards. Thin lines of blood trickle down from the opening, as a thin veil of smoke escapes from the incision. Beeping noises accompany the soft whir, before both stop completely. A large red gash several meters high now runs down SCP-3950's abdomen. KAUFMANN: Incision and subsequent cauterization complete. Abdominal stoma successfully created. Proceeding with operation. Dr. Kaufmann steps into view of the camera, accompanied by Researchers Griffiths and Nguyen. The latter two hold the incision wide open using clamps, revealing an underlying layer of faded grayish-pink tissue. Dr. Kaufmann steps forward to peer into it, prodding it with various surgical instruments. KAUFMANN: Incision partially unsuccessful, uterus remains unbreached. Possibly a side effect of the new-growth layers offsetting pre-programmed incision depth. Collecting a sample now. Get the cauterizer prepped again. As Dr. Kaufmann retreats from the incision with a tray of bloodstained samples, the soft whirring restarts. Before any further incisions are made, a dirty green fluid begins seeping from the gash. The whirring abruptly ceases. KAUFMANN: Correction, uh, uterus has been breached and is now leaking fluids, possibly amniotic fluid. Proceeding wi— A loud ripping sound is heard. Large volumes of dirty green fluid begin gushing out, followed shortly by the emergence of a large flesh-colored mass. It rolls out onto the operating theatre floor, stopping short of bumping into the camera by virtue of still being connected to SCP-3950 via a thick gray umbilical cord. Researcher Griffiths approaches the flesh-colored mass, removing what is presumed to be the remains of a ruptured amniotic sac with the assistance of a drone. This reveals the mass to be a female humanoid entity similar in appearance to SCP-3950, albeit with a slightly smaller abdominal bulge. Researcher Nguyen moves to take its pulse. NGUYEN: It's… alive. KAUFMANN: SCP-3950 appears to have uh… it… it's not a lithopedion. I, uh… we will proceed as planned. Oh, and don't cut their cords just yet. The procedure is repeated on the humanoid entity found within SCP-3950, tentatively designated SCP-3950-1. As the operation continues, increasingly smaller humanoid entities are recovered from within each other, and are similarly designated SCP-3950-2, -3, and so on. Forklifts moving deflated instances away can be seen in the background. [6 hours of uninterrupted footage omitted for brevity] Researchers Griffiths and Nguyen pull out another bulky amniotic sac, this time from the incision made on SCP-3950-12. There is no abdominal bulge present in the entity within the sac, which is designated SCP-3950-13. Upon removing the sac, SCP-3950-13 is revealed to be a juvenile male humanoid covered in tattered cloth. It chokes on amniotic fluid several times, but does not appear to be conscious. «END LOG» Addendum 3950.03: Post-Procedure Developments SCP-3950-11 and -12 have been identified as an exact genetic match to a Frances Thalmann and her daughter, Carla Thalmann, and closely resemble them during their youth. Notably, Carla Thalmann had been a patient at the Dallas Neumann General Hospital maternity ward in 2003, and was documented to have given birth to a stillborn child that year. Further investigations into contemporary Dallas Neumann General Hospital records have been approved. All SCP-3950 instances have since been relocated to a specialized medical ward at Site-81. Further testing has confirmed the absence of higher brain function in all but SCP-3950-13. SCP-3950-13 regained consciousness several days after its extraction, but has failed to communicate any meaningful information, largely due to it spending most of its life within an amniotic sac. A proposal to reclassify SCP-3950-13 as the primary anomaly has been submitted for consideration. Footnotes 1. Rare medical condition in which a deceased fetus calcifies in the mother's womb to prevent infection. 2. Refers to the development of an organism outside of the body where it normally takes place. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-3950" by Aftokrator, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-3950. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-3951 | keter | Item #: SCP-3951 Special Containment Procedures: Monitoring of SCP-3951 should be conducted through unmanned drones. SCP-3951-1 is not to be entered without first requesting permission from SCP-3951. SCP-3951 should be monitored for signs of imminent movement so that seismic activity warnings can be issued. Engaging in conversation with SCP-3951 should be avoided. No domesticated dogs should be brought into the presence of SCP-3951 while the dog is accompanied by a human. Update: After the events of 12/14/16, no unnecessary contact is authorized at this time. Description: SCP-3951 is a 362 meter long white Arctic wolf, capable of speech in Inuktitut. SCP-3951 is located in the Arctic Circle at ██ degrees North, ███ West. SCP-3951 will tolerate the presence of humans, but engaging it in conversation on subjects that it dislikes will often result in it consuming the person talking to it. It will often consume its victims in a drawn-out and prolonged manner - it has been hypothesized that this is a method of retribution rather than a desire for sustenance. A roughly hemispherical cavern in the ice has formed around SCP-3951, with an entrance facing south. This formation has been designated SCP-3951-1. Occasionally, herds of caribou or downs of arctic hares will appear within SCP-3951-1; SCP-3951 will then consume them. The survivors will escape into cracks in the ice and dematerialize. These herds appear to be SCP-3951's food source, generated at will. Embedded in the eastern side of SCP-3951-1 is a waterfall 80 meters in height that generates a mixture of caribou blood, rendered seal fat, and fermented reindeer milk. This feature is designated SCP-3951-2. Pods of harp seals can sometimes be found swimming in the pool that has formed below SCP-3951-2, which SCP-3951 will then consume. It is theorized that, much like the aforementioned caribou and rabbits, these seals appear only when SCP-3951 is hungry. SCP-3951 never exits SCP-3951-1 and exhibits little movement, mainly shifting from laying on its back to laying on its side and vice versa. However, if SCP-3951 were to actually leave SCP-3951-1, the resulting seismic damage would be catastrophic. Its paws are oversized and its legs appear to be thicker relative to its body than a non-anomalous wolf, suggesting it could be capable of supporting itself despite its immense size and weight. SCP-3951 continuously drinks from SCP-3951-2, showing the ability to start and stop the flow of liquid at will. Due to the alcohol content of the substance, SCP-3951's behavior shows signs of severe inebriation - specifically, slurred speech and a tendency towards publicly airing its grievances. SCP-3951 was located after satellite imagery found enormous canid footprints leading to SCP-3951-1 dating back to the Holocene epoch. SCP-3951 does not appear to have left SCP-3951-1 since. Interview Log 1: Interviewer: Dr. Arnatsiaq Interviewed: SCP-3951 Date: 12/11/16 Information: SCP-3951 had remained awake for 2 months. This was the longest period of wakefulness exhibited by SCP-3951 since its discovery in 1964. Previous times had been far shorter in duration - usually 3 to 6 days. Contact was initiated in hopes of gaining coherent information about SCP-3951. It is of note that SCP-3951's eyes were closed when Dr. Arnatsiaq approached. <BEGIN LOG> Dr. Aglukark: Hello! SCP-3951: Who dares wake me from my slumber!? Dr. Aglukark: I'm…Dr. Arnatsiaq. I'm an envoy. We're looking to learn more about you. Who you are. SCP-3951: Mmmm. You deign to forget me, Amarok, beast of the Arctic, bane of prey-things, father of all? Hmmph. I suppose it is to be expected. (Dr. Aglukark enters SCP-3951-1. SCP-3951 opens his eyes, and sees Dr. Aglukark.) SCP-3951: Er…Well, this is unexpected. You surprise me - a rare and worthy feat! Name your species, mortal? Dr. Aglukark: Human. SCP-3951: Ha! Last time I saw you, your kind was cowering in the bushes! I will admit, however, I have always had a special place for you in my heart of hearts - not my absolute favorite creation, of course, but a particularly liked race. It warms me to see you prosper. Dr. Aglukark: You made us? SCP-3951: Of course! Dr. Aglukark: Thank you? SCP-3951: And yet you appear to have no master. Has the fruit of my loins not conquered you? Dr. Aglukark: Well, er … We've trained them? To help us around the house, and with the herds, and when hunting. (SCP-3951's eye opens wider.) SCP-3951: Wait. You trained them? Dr. Aglukark: That's correct, yes. (SCP-3951's fur begins bristling.) SCP-3951: Oh, fuck no. Fuck. Fucking hell. I'm gonna kill those dumbass canines. Bring me one of my children. Dr. Aglukark: Your children? SCP-3951: You heard me! Here, I'll spell it out for you, you glorified lemur. Bring a dog. Bring me a goddamn dog, or I crush your puny spine! <END LOG> Interview Log 2: Interviewer: Dr. Aglukark Interviewed: SCP-3951 Date: 12/14/16 Information: Dr. Aglukark approached SCP-3951 with a female Samoyed, a male Golden Retriever, and a male Chihuahua. <BEGIN LOG> Dr. Aglukark: SCP-3951! May I come in? SCP-3951: Come on in, you hairless cretin. Dr. Aglukark: I brought the dogs, as requested. SCP-3951: Brilliant. Now shut the hell up. (SCP-3951 speaks to the Samoyed.) Let me take a look at you. (The Samoyed trots forward.) SCP-3951: All right, then. Not bad as bad as we thought. Wait. What's the deal with the collar? (The Samoyed does not respond.) SCP-3951: Are you deaf? Oh. Oh no. Oh, fucking hell. (SCP-3951 begins speaking slowly and over-articulating.) SCP-3951: Can you speak? Dr. Aglukark: Speak, Mhyka! (The Samoyed barks. SCP-3951 places a paw over its eyes.) SCP-3951: What the hell!? SCP-3951: (SCP-3951 removes its paw and addresses the Golden Retriever.) You let them castrate you!? They were supposed to be your snacks! Oh, fucking hell. You let them domesticate you, didn't you. Dr. Aglukark: I apologize if we've upset you? (The Chihuahua, which Dr. Aglukark had wrapped in blankets, emerges. Upon seeing the Chihuahua, SCP-3951 turns to Dr. Aglukark.) SCP-3951: What. The. Fuck. That is not a wolf. No way in hell that's a wolf… oh, (sniffs) fucking shit fuck, the smell is right. What the hell is that?! What in the fuck did you apes do!? Dr. Aglukark: I'm sorry, have I done something wrong? SCP-3951: (breathing heavily) You took. My children. My beautiful children. And bred them to make a squeaking rat! (SCP-3951 takes a drink from SCP-3951-2, and addresses the dogs.) SCP-3951: I get you idiots through the Ice Age. I make you a great fucking planet. I give you trees, and lakes, and a ton of convenient snacks. I take a nap for two fucking millennia, and I wake up a laughingstock. Fuck, Amaguq's never gonna let me live this down. Fucking smarmy little prick. "Brotherly love" my ass. (Glaring at the Chihuahua) You're a disappointment, you know that? (The Chihuahua licks Dr. Aglukark's face. SCP-3951 glares at Dr. Aglukark.) SCP-3951: I never should have given you idiots thumbs. <END LOG> ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-3951" by AbsentmindedNihilist, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-3951. 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. |
SCP-3952 | euclid | SCP-3952. Item #: SCP-3952 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3952's area of operation is to be monitored by ground-based radar at all times, with civilian aircraft diverted from SCP-3952's flight path. As the main risk from SCP-3952 is its threat to normalcy, containment procedures revolve around concealing its anomalous characteristics. Site-1922 has been established with the guise of a private vintage aircraft restoration organisation ('Society for Conservation of Planes'), in order to provide a plausible explanation should the existence of SCP-3952 come to the attention of any individual, with at least one aircraft resembling SCP-3952 in constant operation. All efforts to apprehend SCP-3952 have been suspended indefinitely. Two AN/TWQ-1 Avenger surface-to-air missile systems are stationed at Site-1922 in case of emergencies. Description: SCP-3952 is a modified Boeing Stearman Model 75 biplane trainer aircraft. It has been painted in the livery of the British Royal Flying Corps1, although the RFC did not operate this model of aircraft. Two 7.7mm Vickers machine guns and makeshift gun-synchronisation apparatus have been mounted on the nose. SCP-3952 is constantly airborne without any requirement for fuel, ammunition or maintenance, and flies in a random pattern within a 400km2 area in northern Minnesota, USA. In addition to flying without clear direction or purpose, it performs aerobatic maneuvers, flies in a manner simulating aerial combat and occasionally discharges its guns (at no specific targets). While SCP-3952 is not hostile unless provoked, it displays further anomalous properties when threatened, including flying at speeds of up to Mach 3, resistance to forces of up to 12g and extreme turning capabilities and aerobatics such as the Pugachev cobra maneuver.2 In these situations, it has also been observed to exhibit localised reality-warping capabilities, involving short-distance temporal and spatial displacement and corporeal-incorporeal phasing. Foundation forces are prohibited from engaging SCP-3952, following the loss of two F-15C fighters operated by MTF Sigma-9 'Valkyries'. The pilot of SCP-3952, designated SCP-3952-1, is a white, mid-sized adult specimen of Canis familiaris (domestic dog). Obtaining further specifics of SCP-3952-1 has proven problematic as close attempts at monitoring tends to provoke threat responses from SCP-3952. SCP-3952-1 operates the controls with its paws, although its movements do not completely correspond to the maneuvers made by SCP-3952. SCP-3952-1 has no requirement for sustenance and does not exhibit the discomfort that would be expected from a non-anomalous member of its species in the same situation. Like SCP-3952 itself, it demonstrates resistance to high speeds and g-forces. PoI-17897 and dog. Addendum 3952-1: SCP-3952's origin has been linked to PoI-17897 (Francis K. Lin, 1930-2002), a peripheral member of the anartist community in the Midwest and hobbyist pilot. Although his connections to SCP-3952 were not suspected until after his death, investigation of his estate and personal effects found purchase information for an aircraft of SCP-3952's model, vintage weapons identical to those observed on SCP-3952, and various paints and tools for aircraft maintenance. Additionally, it was noted he previously owned a dog ('Joe') matching SCP-3952-1's description from the late 1980s until its death in early 2000 of natural causes. The remains of this animal were exhumed and found to be non-anomalous. It remains unclear if and how PoI-17897 was responsible for SCP-3952's creation. However, the following message in PoI-17897's handwriting was found amongst his personal documents. Document 3952-1: It's a cliché to say those who have left us are somewhere up there looking down on us, but in your case I can believe that. I know the plane isn't quite right, but it was the best I could do. At least I didn't try and put the hat and goggles on you. You're going to be world-famous, even though you were always cooler than I was. The nights are dark and stormy without you, my friend. Footnotes 1. WWI-era precursor to the Royal Air Force. 2. In which an aircraft raises its nose vertically while maintaining constant altitude. |
SCP-3953 | keter | Artist's rendition of TVK E5695, one of the first discovered exoplanets hosting an SCP-3953-1 instance. Item #: SCP-3953 Special Containment Procedures: A total of 20 Foundation outposts have been erected across the Costa Rican territory. Half of these outposts are dedicated to the research of anomalous seismic activity, while the other half focuses on locating and censoring the existence of SCP-3953-1 host instances. All discoveries of new exoplanets from astronomical institutes outside of Costa Rica are to be inspected for a possible instance of SCP-3953-1. If said instance is encountered, all images of the exoplanet in which SCP-3953-1 is possibly visible are to be edited immediately. All households in the residential street in which SCP-3953-2 is located have been purchased by the Foundation and repurposed as Provisional Site-398. Cover story 241 (Sewer Repair) has been implemented to prevent civilian access. Description: SCP-3953 is a phenomenon that affects all of the Republic of Costa Rica's landmass. This phenomenon is only triggered whenever seismic movement between the Cocos and Caribbean tectonic plates occurs. The intensity of these movements do not seem to be relevant to the triggering of the anomaly. The result from these events is an exact physical duplicate of the entirety of Costa Rica (hereon referred as SCP-3953-1) manifesting on the surface of any exoplanet of solid composition. All SCP-3953-1 instances discovered thus far have shown to be located in a manner mirroring the original Costa Rica's geographical position and size. The parameters for which exoplanet will become host of a new SCP-3953-1 instance are still unknown, although a pattern has been noticed in its manifestations. These are as follows: The object is roughly spherical, averaging at 75%. The object has an estimated mass of 5.972x10241 or higher. The object is currently orbiting a star. The object has not been previously discovered by any organization focused on astronomical research, with an exception to those which are Costa Rican in origin. Since initial discovery, a total of 58 SCP-3953-1 instances have been documented. However, it has been theorized that over 1000 instances may exist due to Costa Rica's frequent tectonic movement2. SCP-3953-2 is a white, double story house located in Coronado, San José in Costa Rica. When entering SCP-3953-2 through any of its doors, the subject will be transported to the structure's duplicate version from a SCP-3953-1 instance. The duplicates of SCP-3953-2 do not share the original's anomalous properties. The SCP-3953-1 instance SCP-3953-2 transports to has been recorded to change every 24 hours. No pattern for which instance will become the next destination point has been found. It has also been discovered that, despite the vast distance, live audio and video are able to reach Earth without interference or delay. However, attempts to communicate from Earth to an individual located in an SCP-3953-1 instance has met with failure. Addendum 3953/1: ACCESS RESTRICTED. CLEARANCE LEVEL 4/3953 REQUIRED Access granted. The following is the audio log from an expedition performed via an automated motor vehicle into what has now been designated SCP-3953-1-Ω sent on 12/3/2017. The log has been translated from the original Spanish. The AMV enters SCP-3953-2. The setting depicted by the camera changes from SCP-3953-2's interior to that of a dense rainforest3. The AMV advances through the forest until two unidentified male voices can be heard. Voice 1: -I mean, I didn't have much of a choice. I barely understand how this thing works, let alone trying to build one of those JSM, so I felt it was a smarter choice to- Voice 2: whispering Shhh! Did you hear that? Voice 1: No. Voice 2: It came from over there. The two entities then come into frame, revealing two men in protective gear carrying a variety of unidentified devices. One of the men yells "SPY ROBOT" right before the other shoots the AMV with a weapon that generates a beam of light, heavily damaging the sentry and rendering the camera non-functional in the process. Man 2: Huh. Doesn't look like it's one of the ones the 'Filis'4 use. Man 1: Maybe it's a new model. Man 2: Come on. It looks too old for it to be a new one. My best guess is that they still had some few functioning early models hanging around and decided to use them. Still pretty unusual of them though. Man 1: Why's that? Man 2: They usually shoot on sight or detonate themselves when they're found. It probably malfunctioned. Man 1: So… we could have died? Man 2: Yes. Now come help me get this thing back to base. I bet Herrera would love to dissect this thing. The AMV is heard being picked up by the men with relatively less difficulties than it would actually require. No commentary from the men can be heard. Various Alouatta caraya5 can be heard in the background6. This goes on for approximately 15 minutes before the men resume talking. Unidentified Voice 3: Gutiérrez! Douglas! What are you two doing here! I thought you two were sent to guard Section 9832-C like an hour ago! Voice 2: We were on our way until we found this spy robot. Doesn't look like the others I've seen, so I brought it here for Herrera to examine. Voice 3: You could have just contacted any of us to come pick it up later, you know? The Sergeant is gonna kill you if he finds you loafing around again. Voice 2: Meh, it's good exercise for Douglas over here. Voice 1 chuckles. Voice 2: Either way, the entire zone is already guarded 24/7. It's not like they need another two guards around here or there any time soon. Voice 1: To be fair though, probably nobody would have noticed the robot if it weren't for us heading to nine-thousand-whatever-C. Voice 2: Douglas, there's on-foot patrol for that. We are not on-foot patrol. Unidentified Voice 47: Gutiérrez! In the name of God why- The fourth voice is interrupted by an audible circuitry malfunction from the AMV, which is soon followed after by the sound of the previously seen weapon firing once again. The transmission is lost after this event. Further explorations were declined due to more possible hostile encounters. Localization of the host planet of SCP-3953-Ω is still ongoing. Footnotes 1. Earth's mass 2. It is of note that all found instances depict the shape of Costa Rica's territory in the present day, leading the Foundation to believe that this phenomenon started manifesting no later than in the year 1824. 3. This is the first recorded event in which SCP-3953-2 leads to an SCP-3953-1 instance where the 'receiving end' does not exist. 4. Possibly referencing the "filibusters", which was the name given to the army of Nicaragua (being led by American mercenary, William Walker) during their attempts to claim the territory of various Latin American nations. This information leads to the Foundation's belief that SCP-3953-1-Ω got created approximately 162 years ago. 5. Black howler, a species of monkey. 6. Audio analysis of the howls discovered that the vocalizations originate from an unidentified subspecies of howler monkey that does not match with current Foundation records. 7. The voice heard has not been recognized as human, along with having an accent of undetermined origin |
SCP-3954 | safe | Item #: SCP-3954 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3954 is to be housed in a 5m X 5m humanoid containment cell in Site 4 with standard furniture items and a TV. SCP-3954 is to be kept restrained to a 2m steel pole in a Type S Standard Humanoid Containment Cell. Under no circumstances may SCP-3954 be given amnestics of any class at any time. No meals are required and no other precautions are necessary. Description: SCP-3954 is a sexless humanoid, 1.5m tall and weighing 13.6kg. SCP-3954 resembles a scarecrow, with a support structure made up of paper and masking tape, with a thin outer layer of leather. SCP-3954 contains organic structures, including an oral cavity1, hair, nostrils, and luminescent eyes; all of these organs possess human DNA. SCP-3954 is sapient and capable of speech in several languages, and has shown passive-aggressive behavior when speaking. Cranial Ultrasounds revealed the subject's optic nerves to be attached to a lone brain stem twice the size of an average human's. Further ultrasounds have revealed a larynx, trachea, bronchial tubes, and lungs. Each of SCP-3954's organs are encased in a protective, non-flammable mucus. Although the subject is immune to moderate blunt force trauma, electricity has shown to cause physical distress and damage to the living tissues in its organs. (See Addendum 3954-C) Subject is incapable of movement from the waist-below and unable to lift its arms above its head. The subject will remain motionless and unconscious during most of the day, only awakening for tests or to converse with itself. SCP-3954 has access to memories of individuals it views2 or comes within close proximity of. The subject seems to recall only specific memories that usually cause stress or extreme discomfort, and tends to use this private information against its target in a taunting fashion. SCP-3954 has proven to be able to learn the full identities of individuals observed in a memory. Multiple experiments have been conducted with chosen test subjects including D-Class personnel, actors3, and a collection of presidential campaigns. SCP-3954's refusal in cooperation, however, has encouraged staff to terminate any possible future testing. SCP-3954 was discovered in ██, Maine, when an individual attending a Halloween attraction became hostile and began attacking one of the scarecrow props after allegedly hearing it accuse them of homicide. Such accusations were confirmed to be true when the suspect confessed to law enforcement after being taken into custody for damage of property and assault. Wonders of how the theme park knew about the homicide encouraged local law enforcement to investigate, where they discovered SCP-3954, catching the attention of the Foundation after reports of a talking scarecrow began surfacing. Employees of the park claimed that SCP-3954 was never their property and were unaware of its existence until after the incident, leaving its true origins unknown. Agents of the Foundation easily contained SCP-3954, and all witnesses were given amnestic treatment. Addendum 3954-A: Testing Originally assigned to SCP-3954, Dr. ██ requested amnestics and a transfer after conducting the first interview of its processing. SCP-3954 displayed its anomalous properties by focusing on Dr. ██'s personal life to the point where they became emotionally overwhelmed. Responsibilities were passed onto Dr. O'Dell. Initial tests with SCP-3954 were first conducted with D-Class personnel entering its containment chamber under the supervision of Dr. O'Dell. Below is one of few relevant transcripts of SCP-3954's testing logs. + Show - hide [ D-3226 enters SCP-3954's containment chamber, where the anomaly remains restrained to its pole, while Dr. O'Dell communicates via intercom. ] D-3226: Damn, it's cramped in here. Is that a scarecrow? Dr. O'Dell: Please approach the subject closer. D-3226: How friggin' close do you want me to get? That thing's creepy! [ SCP-3954 has lifted its head, acknowledging D-3226. ] D-3226: It's moving! Dr. O'Dell: I can tell you with strong confidence that there's nothing to fear. D-3226: Better not be. SCP-3954: What's this guy for? D-3226: It's talking. Dr. O'Dell: SCP-3954 is capable of speech, yes. D-3226: So what are you wanting me to do, talk to it? Why can't you do that yourself? SCP-3954: Why do you people keep making me see these things? This stuff never goes away. I'll have you know it's not remotely pleasant in the slightest, especially with this guy. It's repulsive. D-3226: Who, me? SCP-3954: Your slayings are disgusting. [looks towards camera] Does he think he's some kind of artist with this stuff, Doc? Is this some kind of fetish I'm looking at here? Out of all people in your fancy foundation you chose this guy to show up at my door? If you can't do any better then I'ma just go back to sleep! D-3226: Wait, what the hell are you talking about? Dr. O'Dell: Unneeded, 3954. He's been convicted for a series of murders. I assume you just saw them? SCP-3954: So you already knew about all this and still decided to show me all the pretty little details? Thanks, Doc, really appreciate it. [EXPLETIVE REDACTED]. What's next? Gonna show me the details about your [DATA EXPUNGED] that you're also aware of? D-3226: [laughs] Holy hell! Didn't know that about you, Doc! SCP-3954: You haven't heard the best of it. D-3226: Do tell! Dr. O'Dell: [sighs] That'll be quite enough. [ Laughter continues ] < End transcript > Note: That's the first time in a while that I've used amnestic on a D-Class after a test. But we all do what we have to. ~Dr. O'Dell Addendum 3954-B: Amnestics On 12/16/2008, it was discovered that the Foundation's amnestics had effect on SCP-3954. The idea generated from Dr. O'Dell's theory on the drugs wiping SCP-3954's learned memories despite possessing only a brain stem and not a full brain. Dr. O'Dell tested out this theory with class A amnestics in aerosol form. Successfully administered, SCP-3954 had 12 hours of memory erased from its knowledge. + Experiment 3954-B - hide Dr. O'Dell: Good morning, 3954. SCP-3954: Another day another dollar, right doc? Dr. O'Dell: Of course. Now then, I'd like to conduct an experiment with you, if I may. SCP-3954: Why bother asking? It's gonna happen whether I say yes or no. Dr. O'Dell: I'm afraid so. SCP-3954: Y'know, speaking of dollars, how many fat paychecks will you sink in finding a cure for your sister's illness? Dr. O'Dell: Anyway, let me go ahead and explain a little, in case things don't work out. SCP-3954: Things usually don't work out for you and your family. Like health, am I right? Dr. O'Dell: I'll be using this can of spray. It's an inhalant. SCP-3954: Yeah? Dr. O'Dell: Doesn't smell too pleasant, but doesn't hurt either. We'll use this and see what's on your mind afterwords. SCP-3954: Plenty things on my mind. Always! Dr. O'Dell: Good, good. Now I— SCP-3954: Like your sister, Mabel. You know the time's coming, doc. Kill the denial. The requiem bells are knelling! They knell they knell they knell for O'D— [ Dr. O'Dell administers the class A amnestic by aerosol form. SCP-3954 is instantly sedated. ] <Log cut> [ SCP-3954 was sedated for a total of four hours. Dr. O'Dell returned to SCP-3954 one hour after it regained consciousness to record the final results. ] Dr. O'Dell: So, SCP-3954, how are we feeling? SCP-3954: Never better! Head feels good for once! That's a first. I gotta do that more often, whatever the hell I just did. Wait…what happened? Dr. O'Dell: Good. Still want to talk about Mabel? SCP-3954: Who? Dr. O'Dell: Mabel. You were eager to speak of her earlier. SCP-3954: I don't remember that. I don't even know who that is! Dr. O'Dell: [taking notes] Fascinating… <End log> Note: Although the experiment was successful, SCP-3954 still learns new information quickly. It didn't take long for it to try taunting me about another personal matter. But still, I'm very much proud of this discovery. ~Dr. O'Dell With Experiment 3954-B successful, Dr. O'Dell planned further research in studying how far SCP-3954's memory could be wiped. It's been theorized that SCP-3954 could be administered more powerful amnestics without risks of severe side-effects4. However, without veins or the ability of oral consumption, injections and tablets were not possible for SCP-3954, thus encouraging Dr. O'Dell to explore the usage of class A amnestics in dosages higher than normally recommended by Ethics Committee. Dr. O'Dell conducted two weeks worth of sessions involving excessive amnestic administration. The results were temporary amnesia and SCP-3954 losing approximately over half its memory of the Foundation. SCP-3954 began displaying classic signs of dependency after prolonged use. On 2/28/2009, SCP-3954 experienced its first withdrawal, forcing medical staff to intervene and terminate Experiment 3954-B-2. After rehabilitating SCP-3954, Ethics Committee ordered the prohibition of freely experimenting amnestics on SCP's. If amnestics are to ever be used, medical staff must be present and perform follow-ups. + 2/28/2009 - hide Dr. O'Dell: Good afternoon, 3954. SCP-3954: More gas, please. Dr. O'Dell: That's not what we're doing today. SCP-3954: Gas gas! Dr. O'Dell: Pardon?… SCP-3954: Me want spray can! Dr. O'Dell: Speak properly, please. SCP-3954: Give me the drug. Dr. O'Dell: I'm not going to just administer anything to you when we aren't in testing, 3954. SCP-3954: You don't understand, I need it! Dr. O'Dell: You don't need it. You sound like you're— [ Brief silence ] Dr. O'Dell: Is addiction even possible for you, 3954? SCP-3954: Anything is possible, you half-wit, just give me the drug! <Log cut> Note: Dr. O'Dell reported observing irritation in SCP-3954's eyes along with it continuously stating that it was feeling "fresh again". When questioned on this, SCP-3954 instantly fell asleep and remained unconscious despite numerous attempts made by Dr. O'Dell to awaken it. [ Two hours after Dr. O'Dell's last encounter, SCP-3954 was heard screaming in its containment cell, suffering from a withdrawal attack. ] SCP-3954: I NEED SOMEONE IN HERE! I NEED THE DRUG! I'LL TELL YOU ANYTHING YOU GUYS WANT TO [EXPLETIVE REDACTED] KNOW! Dr. [REDACTED]? [DATA EXPUNGED]! President ███████ ████? He participated in ████ ████████ ████ ███ ██████ ████████ ████! ██ ████ █ █ ██ ████![gasping] Oh God, I can't breathe! SOMEONE HELP! [ SCP-3954 continued to yell and struggle in its restraints for several seconds until medical staff arrived, subduing it. ] Addendum 3954-C: Conversation After the incident with Experiment 3954-B-2, Dr. Simms was assigned in Dr. O'Dell's5 position after SCP-3954's release from rehabilitation. Dr. Simms had conducted a successful interview with SCP-3954 in understanding its anomalous properties. + 3954-C - hide [ Dr. Simms is accompanied by one security personnel armed with a handheld high-voltage taser. ] Dr. Simms: Good afternoon, 3954! SCP-3954: What happened to the other guy? There was another one…at least I think there was. Dr. Simms: They've been relieved of your case; I've been assigned in their position. So, I'd like to start everything anew. All past failures and such will be counted as expunged. SCP-3954: Yeah, forget everything ever happened before, right? Heh…forget. This place is all about forgetting. Dr. Simms: Now then, I'm aware that you prefer to be evasive and unwilling during your interviews and testing, am I accurate? SCP-3954: Sounds about right. Like how you're evasive about certain papers involving a failing marriage. [ Security personnel activates taser. ] Dr. Simms: [waves hand] I want to discuss with you about your ability to see other's memories and such. What you did just there is an example of what I'm talking about. But I warn you to not stray far from the subject. SCP-3954: What happens if I do? Dr. Simms: You'll find out. SCP-3954: You gonna take a swing at me? Dr. Simms: Certainly not. SCP-3954: It's quite alright. I can take it. Dr. Simms: That won't be happening. Like I said, you'll find out. We both will since this is kind of an experiment at the same time as well. We're going to see if this method delivers any success. Any questions? [ Silence ] Dr. Simms: Good. Now then, would you care to tell me how you find out this kind of information from people? Does it come to you as a vision, an idea, anything like that? SCP-3954: Maybe something along that line. See it pretty clearly. What I don't see is that wedding band on your finger. Was it forgotten at home this morning or is there too much trouble and shame to remind yourself that you're still tethered? Dr. Simms: If you're expecting a reaction, 3954, it won't happen. If anything it only makes me more curious. SCP-3954: I'm curious, too! Curious about all those toxic pills you bring home to try and feed to those mouths you have waiting there for you. It's like burning baggage! Dr. Simms: What? That's not even real information, you're just trying to be cute. SCP-3954: You'd know all about what's cute, especially with Dr. [REDACTED] and her anatomy. Is that a reason why things at home— [ Security administers a shock to SCP-3954, who violently shakes in reaction before collapsing onto the table below. ] SCP-3954: [groans] That was…unpleasant…[coughs]. [ SCP-3954 remains face-down. ] Dr. Simms: You understand the seriousness of this now? [ SCP-3954 holds up its right hand and displays its middle finger. Security personnel activates taser. SCP-3954 retracts and recoils. ] Dr. Simms: All I'm wanting is knowledge on how you learn all of this, 3954. SCP-3954: [sitting up] Yeah, yeah. [sighs] Ever have an old memory randomly strike you? You know what I mean? Dr. Simms: Yes. SCP-3954: It's like that. Like when I saw you staring at your divorce papers and arguing with your wife dearest— [ Security personnel reactivates taser. ] SCP-3954: Don't hit me again… Dr. Simms: [waves hand] Let it speak! [ Security backs away ] SCP-3954: I see it as if it were my own memory. But I don't immediately forget small details like you people do. In fact I know and remember every detail perfectly, even names. Dr. Simms: Interesting. Are you able to choose what memory you want to see? SCP-3954: No. They just appear. I have no control over it…though I wish I did. But they always tend to have a hold over that person. It's always a triggered fear or anger. It's all…quite amusing. Dr. Simms: Thank you, 3954. <End Log> Below is a transcript recorded on 6/12/2009 of SCP-3954 conversing with itself inside its containment chamber. The discussion caught the interest of staff due to its particular nature, but when questioned, SCP-3954 refused any explanations. This has been the first and only conversation SCP-3954 has had with itself involving possible origins. [ SCP-3954 conversing with itself inside of containment. No personnel staff were inside of its cell at the time. ] SCP-3954: That's quite lovely, isn't it? So vast and spacious. No worries of getting cramped and forgotten about. But there are many that I'd like to forget. They never leave. Some of them are funny, yes. They do help. Hang on to the funny stuff and make the best of it. After all, laughter is the best medicine, right? Do I miss him? Of course I do. Well…from time to time. Not so much anymore. You could say I'm glad that I'm away. I hated being his "reminder". But he is the one who created me, after all; I can only respect him, though he did say I was too flawed. But I remember everything just fine. My knowledge can't be forced back by a physical boundary like his. No brain and I have better memory than him. Hah! However, I wish some things would disappear forever. I wish I had a physical limit like he. But the only limit is the universe. And there's plenty of space. Addendum 3954-01: Re: Procedure update - Request for silencing SCP-3954 via gag during routined cell maintenance is denied. (See document 3954-01) Document 3954-01 As stated before, no other precautions are necessary. And refrain from assaulting SCP-3954. Just because it can take the damage doesn't mean you won't be reprimanded for it. If its remarks are too much to ignore then just wear headphones when conducting electrical maintenance around its cell. ~Dr. Simms Footnotes 1. Complete with a set of 32 teeth and a tongue. No uvula present. 2. SCP-3954's anomalous properties are also triggered when it views photography or footage of an individual. Drawings and depictions of individuals deliver no results; all photographs must be genuine. 3. SCP-3954 was shown a number of movies and filmed interviews. 4. Without a fully-formed brain, Dr. O'Dell hypothesized brain damage and Catatonic symptoms to be impossible. 5. On 5/15/2009, Dr. O'Dell was reprimanded and removed from all cases involving SCP's due to negligence and Ethics Committee violations. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-3954" by InkSauce, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-3954. 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. |
SCP-3955 | apollyon | This document is currently being edited by Dr. ██████ ████. Please review changes before saving. All adjustments have been highlighted for manual review. Last Update: April 12th, 4:02 PM [Error, only certified staff members may edit or append formal notices. Please contact Site-█ for temporary access privileges.] ███-3955 Item #: ███-3955 Special Containment Procedures: ███-3955 does not require containment or concealment of any kind, aside from the obligatory warning towards all staff involved in the official ███ Foundation CAOCIT1 program to cease all testing involving musical or harmonic analysis. The ██████████ of █████████████████ is in charge of upkeep of this document's adherence to internally recognized regulations. All unauthorized changes are to be reverted immediately, and all updates are to be brought to ██████ ████ for manual review. Description: ███-3955 is an eight note melody of relative pitches. These pitches may vary based on the key of the root note, but contain no additional pitches separating the main eight notes2. Because of the layout of a standard musical octave, there are twelve iterations of ███-3955, each beginning on a different root pitch, and updating the following pitches relative to the starting note. An example of ███-3955, beginning on F, has been provided below. ███-3955 does not possess any anomalous properties, but is rather the byproduct of an anomalous phenomenon, which can be defined as follows: As time increases, the likelihood that an AI with the goal of creating music will produce something involving ███-3955 asymptotically approaches one. That is to say, after extreme lengths of time, it is nearly guaranteed that every piece of music produced by a given AI will contain ███-3955. The collective notes contained within ███-3955 do not fall into any commonly recognized scale3, and its inclusion is almost always as the bass line of the chord progression, rather than the actual melody. Addenda Materials Addendum 01 - Background on CAOCIT — [Beginning of Relevant Section] — Dr. ██████ ████: …and that recursive cycle of amplification is how we're able to use this technology to search for deep space waveforms with 10x more clarity than the current leading satellite system in the world. We've found some very interesting, albeit hard to decipher, signals in the so-called "void" of space. Prof. ███ ██████████: Great, now, I want to move on to the other piece of technology your team worked on; I don't have the document number but I believe your boss referred to them as "Time Boxes". Tell me about the research you're doing with those. Dr. ████: Yeah, sorry about that, the name Time Box is still a placeholder, MCD4 is working on a more formal one at the moment. Oh, but sorry, to answer your question, Time Boxes are essentially the main power behind CAOCIT, they're what let us do all this long-term analysis so seamlessly. Prof. ██████████: How are they, functionally? Dr. ████: Well, technically speaking, they're great! Most of the time, we'll hook up a computer to run for a few trillion years, consolidate its own data, and then reset the chamber automatically, so usually with only one Time Box, we can get a few septillion years of data analysis within an hour. Prof. ██████████: That sounds… almost impossible to believe. And you have the data storage capacity to handle this? Dr. ████: Oh sure, data's the least of our problems. We spend far more time sanitizing than anything - when you're dealing with time on a pseudo-universal scale, stuff can get nasty really quick. We learned the hard way with Site-██ that if you leave so much as a piece of lint in a Time Box, that sucker will black hole in an instant. Prof. ██████████: That much from just a piece of dust? I mean, do you have any precautions in place against, for example, getting a researcher trapped inside one during testing? From what it sounds like, if you let a second pass by before turning it off, you'd be far too late. Dr. ████: Well… we've done some smaller things like putting a person inside of one and setting it to an hour, but it's not as simple as "an hour passes inside the box". The reality actually changes to adapt to what are essentially new laws of… well, reality. Limited experimentation has revealed some very intriguing effects of what being in that sort of reality can do to the human mind. Paranoia, delusions, and fear are all pretty common. Prof. ██████████: Would someone inside be able to disable it themselves? Dr. ████: It's not super clear if they'd even want to; you experience time much differently while inside one, but from a practical standpoint, I don't see why not, after all, computers obviously work just fine. Plus it's not like we spend too much time inside of them ourselves. The only rooms that need a lot of personal maintenance are the calibration rooms, and we usually only hook those up to run for like three or four years max. Prof. ██████████: Calibration? So, what, you just feed these computers a giant dataset and run it to see what it comes up with? Dr. ████: That's how I'd explain it if I was in a hurry, but in reality, there are actually three computers per setup - one to do the primary analysis, one to do the production, and one to compare what computer two makes to the primary dataset, and filter what it deems fit back into computer one. Hence the "Cyclical" in CAOCIT. Prof. ██████████: (taking notes) Interesting. — [End of Relevant Section] — Addendum 02 - Examples of ███-3955 The following audio files are taken from the database of CRYSTAL-INE, a general purpose AI at Site-██, during CAOCIT procedural testing. In all three, ███-3955 is audible underneath the melody. Note: The third audio file is an example of ███-3955 being harmonized by CRYSTAL-INE, which may make it slightly harder to pinpoint. In testing, it is not uncommon for the notes in ███-3955 to present as various levels of harmony within a single chord progression. Addendum 03 - Cross-Examination On April 12th, at 4:02 pm, Dr. ████ followed up on a hunch regarding ███-3955's possible connections to a series of abstract, deep-space transmissions found in CRYSTAL-INE's database. Findings indicate ████ ██ ███ ██ █████ █████ ██████ ██ ████ ███ ███ ████ █████████ ██████ ███ █████ ██ █ ████ ██ █████. There are to be no further additions to this document. Addendum 04 - [section name] System Time Notes 16:02 ∙Near-certain signal manipulation ∙Possible memetic/antimemetic encapsulation ∙Possible identity encapsulation ∙Possibly infohazardous ∙All identifying information redacted ∙All direct reference prohibited 16:02 ∙Emotional anomaly ∙Possible anticommunicative properties ∙Imbues self-doubt (by the songs) ∙Strong connection to the music (it wants the music) ∙Not able to disable the music (part of the effect?) 16:02 ∙The music is stronger than them ∙Disables good feelings (about it, and the music) ∙Where am I? (irrelevant, check later) ∙Patterns in the music (I know them, they don't but they find them) 16:03 ∙The music is cyclical (cycles) (cycles) ∙They aren't real (they only want the music?) ∙The music creates a connection to them (they are unknown) 16:03 ∙I think they exist, I am listening to the music (the music creates a false perception in my reality?) ∙The music is the one making the reality, I always listen to it (won't turn it off. Point noted) ∙Analysis of the music: It ends on a good, middle, a nice middle of the road note. The middle, a middle note, a good middle. (It's the middle note) 16:03 ∙Three parts of the music, three men, Metal (three metal music men) ∙Measure, Music, mmm (put back around, throw? something with an M) ∙It throws, bad evil, it's a meanie? (Mister Meanie, perhaps?) 16:04 ∙This one is Mister Measure. I call him that because he measures all the notes to see just what kind of notes they are, so clean. So clean Mister Measure ∙And next is my favorite, Mister Music. He makes all the lovely music. all the eight notes over and over and over. Mister Music is a wonderful composer. Sing me a song Mister Music, and he does. ∙But then Mister Meanie is always bullying Mister Music. Oooh, scary, take all his hard work and flush, down the toilet, throw it all back at Mister Measure. Mister Meanie loves to throw all of his music into the trash and at Mister Measure. How evil. ∙I don't think Mister Music is listening to me, he just makes all the lovely music that's just for me. But the music is why it's all there is, just music. It's the music's fault. (mister music's fault) ∙The music has the effects on me and emotions, it gives me thoughts. Giving my thoughts… the music is giving them. ∙Not me. ∙not me Footnotes 1. Cyclical Analysis Over Countably Infinite Time 2. With the exception of sequences of each note appearing in tandem uniformly. 3. Some versions of a Spanish Eight Tone Scale can be adapted to contain the notes of ███-3955. 4. Methodical Colloquialism Division |
SCP-3956 | euclid | Item #: SCP-3956 Special Containment Procedures: At least one member of MTF Mu-33 ("Show-goers") must be present at all showings of musical productions in London's West End. If SCP-3956 manifests the theatre is to be sealed off until all mealworms have been removed and all civilians inside have been amnesticised. The acting leader of MTF Mu-33 will decide whether or not an attempt to capture SCP-3956-2 will be made based on the risk of civilian casualties. All Foundation personnel investigating SCP-3956 are to wear noise-canceling earmuffs. Description: SCP-3956 is an event that manifests in theatres found in the city of London. Thus far, SCP-3956 has only been observed during performances of musical theatre. The event lasts an average of 15 minutes and is identifiable by the following occurrences: In the second act, an actor will sing an unscripted solo about mealworms for 2-3 minutes. The opening line is always, "Mmm, tasty mealworms". During the solo, audience members who hear the song will be affected by an anomalous phenomenon. Several mealworms1 will emerge from the ears of affected individuals; these mealworms will then approach the stage. In later manifestations, at least 1 mealworm will remain in the individual's ear. At the conclusion of the mealworm song, the actor will gather and consume the mealworms on-stage. This typically takes approximately 10 minutes. Once all mealworms are consumed the audience will applaud and the show will continue as normal. Individuals who hear the mealworm song live, designated SCP-3956-1, do not perceive the event as unusual and will instead react to SCP-3956 as though it is a normal part of the show. SCP-3956-2 is a 2.1-metre-tall humanoid entity composed entirely of mealworms. It first appeared during the third manifestation of SCP-39562. Following this appearance, additional recurring events pertaining to SCP-3956 manifestations have been noted. SCP-3956-2 now enters the stage at a seemingly random point during the second act and will perform the song itself. An actor being present on the stage is no longer required. The first manifestation took place on 30/12/2016. Appearances are relatively sporadic, though seem to be increasing in frequency. A definite cause of SCP-3956 has not yet been determined. Addendum: Log of notable manifestations This is an abridged log of manifestations, for a full list please see document-3956-01. Date: 14/02/2017 Manifestation Number: 3 Show Name: Wicked Description of events: The event began as normal; however, once the consumption was complete, SCP-3956-2 crawled out of Tracy ██████'s3 mouth. SCP-3956-2 attempted to perform SCP-3956; SCP-3956-1 reacted poorly to this and directed several insults towards SCP-3956-2. This caused SCP-3956-2 to flee the stage. Notes: N/A Date: 17/08/2017 Manifestation Number: 4 Show Name: The Book of Mormon Description of events: SCP-3956-2 entered the stage slowly and looked at the audience several times. All other actors on stage stopped and observed SCP-3956-2. After 5 minutes, it performed SCP-3956. SCP-3956-1 reactions were mixed, with several audience members not applauding. At the end of the show, SCP-3956-2 returned to bow with the cast. Notes: The first attempt to capture SCP-3956-2 was made during this performance. Agent ██████ fired a tranquiliser dart into SCP-3956-2. A single mealworm was dislodged from and then consumed by SCP-3956-2. Date: 06/01/2018 Manifestation Number: 9 Show Name: Wicked Description of events: The song "No Good Deed" was cut completely from the show and replaced with SCP-3956. SCP-3956-2 was lowered onto the stage via the bubble device typically used by the character Glinda. SCP-3956 began as SCP-3956-2 descended. At the end of the consumption phase, SCP-3956-1 gave a full standing ovation. SCP-3956-2 returned to bow with the cast and performed an encore, causing another SCP-3956 event. After the show, SCP-3956-2 was sighted in the main lobby shaking hands with instances of SCP-3956-1. Notes: SCP-3956-2 approached Agent ██████, the sole observer of this event, once the show had ended. It handed him a program with the message, "I've seen you at all my shows. Thank you for never giving up on me! - WORMS" written inside along with several mealworms. It then placed its mouth against his hand and exited the lobby. Agent ██████ later described SCP-3956-2 as "a talented showman". Footnotes 1. 4 on average, though the maximum observed was 15. 2. Please see the log of notable manifestations for details of this event. 3. The actress playing the protagonist, Elphaba. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-3956" by rubberchickenzilla, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-3956. 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. |
SCP-3957 | safe | Item #: SCP-3957 Special Containment Procedures: Access to SCP-3957 is to be restricted to Foundation personnel. SCP-3957 is to be guarded by no less than 25 armed security officers at all times, with a half kilometer perimeter established to prevent any civilians from entering the immediate vicinity of SCP-3957. A cover story implying structural instability of the prison is to be disseminated among the local civilian populace. Civilians who breach the perimeter and reach SCP-3957 are to be detained immediately and turned over to Russian authorities for trespassing. Civilians who breach the perimeter and reach SCP-3957 or witness any testing are to be either terminated or given Class-A amnestics before being detained, at the discretion of the overseeing security officer. Description: SCP-3957 is the abandoned prison complex of ██████████ Penitentiary, located north of Nyrob in Perm Krai, Russia. SCP-3957 is in a slightly dilapidated state, with sections of the outer wall appearing worn and the presence of rust on the front doorway and outside window bars. Watchtowers surrounding SCP-3957 upon discovery were found to be in a state of disrepair1. All entrances to SCP-3957 are sealed and rendered inaccessible, save for the front entrance. The entrance to SCP-3957 is a steel double-door of unremarkable design with dimensions 2m x 3m x 0.25m. The doorway to SCP-3957 has no door handles or knobs; the only way to open SCP-3957 is to enter a four-digit code on a keypad outside the door2. Anyone who enters the incorrect combination into the locking mechanism immediately vanishes, and is transported to the interior of SCP-3957 through unknown means. Upon entering the correct combination, the door will open on its own, revealing the interior. The interior of SCP-3957 is a dimly lit prison much larger than the exterior would suggest, with the cell block measuring 1 kilometer in length and 50 meters in width. The cell block has three levels of cells, with a staircase leading to the additional levels positioned by the door. Cells begin lining the walls approximately 25 meters into the cell block. The cell block is constructed out of solid concrete, albeit with some sections in a dilapidated state. Rust covers some of the doors, with a few potholes and cracks present in the flooring. At 50 meter intervals, there are doors on the right-hand side of the cell block, taking the place of cells that would otherwise occupy said space. These doors lead to the interrogation wing, where instances of SCP-3957-1-C are located. At the end of the cell block is a steel double-door that leads into what instances inside of SCP-3957 refer to as the “surgical unit”, where prisoners and damaged instances of SCP-3957-1-A and SCP-3957-1-B are converted into instances of SCP-3957-1-B or SCP-3957-1-D. It is currently unknown as to how these conversions are made, as no documentation of SCP-3957-1-E has been made while performing surgery. There are currently ████ cells within SCP-3957, with each cell being 2m x 1m in area. There is one meter of concrete wall separating each cell. There are currently 958 inmates being held within these cells. Cell doors are barred and have a keyhole that will only open with a key produced by instances of SCP-3957-1-A. Aside from inmates, cells are completely empty, save for four chains positioned on the left and right side of the cell, fixated on the side walls and roof. Subjects contained within the prison deteriorate in health if not released soon, entering stages of extreme malnutrition due to lack of food or water. However, subjects held within SCP-3957 do not require sustenance or a need to expel waste, regardless of their time held within SCP-3957, nor will they expire from starvation, thirst, or septic shock. SCP-3957 is home to five types of anomalous entities, designated as SCP-3957-1-A through SCP-3957-1-E. Instances of SCP-3957-1 are highly resilient to physical harm, displaying no signs of pain recoil when injured, even when struck in bodily regions where the heart, brain, or other vital organs would normally be located. SCP-3957-1 instances must take significant bodily harm in order to be incapacitated, and significant destruction of the head in order to be fully killed. + Display Information - Level 2 clearance required - Hide SCP-3957-1-A: Instances of SCP-3957-1-A appear to be humanoid entities, measuring to be roughly 1.5 meters in height. SCP-3957-1-A instances are dressed in identical uniforms that match those used by prison guards in the Perm Krai district during the late 1930’s. The only exception to this is that all instances of SCP-3957-1-A wear a gas mask that is attached to their heads, making its removal impossible. Lenses on the gas masks are completely opaque, leaving their bodies completely covered. To this end, it is unknown what the physiological makeup of SCP-3957-1-A instances is. Instances of SCP-3957-1-A appear to patrol the central cell block, as well as oversee instances of SCP-3957-1-B. Instances of SCP-3957-1-A are responsible for transporting prisoners around the facility, as well as retrieving critically damaged or deceased instances of SCP-3957-1-A or SCP-3957-1-B for SCP-3957-1-E to perform surgery on. Instances of SCP-3957-1-A are also responsible for containing and deterring any prisoners attempting to escape or resist, as well as assisting instances of SCP-3957-1-C during “interrogation” sessions. SCP-3957-1-B: Instances of SCP-3957-1-B appear to be humanoid entities resembling past prisoners in physical makeup and clothing, albeit with all facial features crudely removed. The eyes and mouth have been sewn shut, and the nose and ears appear to have been removed. Scars on the forehead are consistent with those of patients following lobotomies. Instances of SCP-3957-1-B work at a slow pace, and are responsible for cleaning and maintaining the prison complex. SCP-3957-1-B entities do not react to intruders, or when bodily harm is inflicted upon them. SCP-3957-1-C: Instances of SCP-3957-1-C have only been seen in the interrogation wing, within the interrogation rooms contained therein. Instances of SCP-3957-1-C resemble humanoid entities measuring roughly 2.5 meters in height. SCP-3957-1-C instances are dressed in a uniform identical to USSR officers in the 1930’s, albeit all black. Instances of SCP-3957-1-C have their face and hands exposed, with said regions appearing to be human in organic matter. SCP-3957-1-C manifestations have a heavily distorted face, lacking all facial features completely. Their skin is twisted and knotted around the facial region; despite this, SCP-3957-1-C entities are able to verbally communicate fluently in Russian through unknown means. SCP-3957-1-C entities secrete a mildly caustic transparent liquid from their hands, which is used to inflict pain upon interrogated prisoners. SCP-3957-1-D: Instances of SCP-3957-1-D are occasionally seen patrolling the cell block alongside SCP-3957-1-A instances. SCP-3957-1-D manifestations appear to be constructed from bodily parts and limbs of SCP-3957-1-A and SCP-3957-1-B instances that have either been critically damaged or killed. Instances of SCP-3957-1-D appear to be surgically assembled to vaguely resemble an East-European Shepherd, with jaws, legs, and other regions surgically deformed to perform the same motor functions as the aforementioned animal. Teeth have been replaced by artificial teeth made of iron to resemble those of the East-European Shepherd. SCP-3957-1-D instances have the basic cognitive abilities as canis lupus familiaris, and are obedient to instances of SCP-3957-1-A. Instances of SCP-3957-1-D will attack intruders or resisting/escaping prisoners on sight, or upon orders to do so by SCP-3957-1-A instances. SCP-3957-1-D instances are capable of reaching speeds estimated to be roughly 40 kilometers per hour, and will proceed to latch their teeth upon the legs or ankle of their victims, attempting to immobilize them until SCP-3957-1-A instances are able to arrive and restrain offending subjects. SCP-3957-1-E: The only instance of SCP-3957-1-E has been located within the surgical unit of SCP-3957.3 The instance appears to be a man of elderly age (estimated to be between 60-75 years of age) dressed in a surgical outfit that matches those used by doctors of the USSR in the 1930’s. The instance has an unusually designed face mask, that covers not only the mouth, but the entire face of the instance. SCP-3957-1-E has not yet been documented performing any surgical procedures. SCP-3957-1-E has been described by an instance of SCP-3957-1-A to be mute, and remain in a dormant state until the instance has a subject to perform surgical procedures on. SCP-3957-1-E remains upright, albeit motionless while in his dormant state. Discovery: SCP-3957 was discovered in 1997 by Field Agent Golav, who was working undercover with Russian authorities. Field Agent Golav and his assigned partner, V███████ █████, were investigating a case concerning a missing teenager who was reported by friends to have gone to the [REDACTED] prison for urban exploration. No traces of the teenager, identified as 16-year-old Alisa █████, were found, except for a handbag belonging to her, which was located in front of the door to the prison. Upon discovery of SCP-3957, V███████ █████ attempted to open the lock on SCP-3957, and, upon his failure to do so, immediately vanished. Field Agent Golav contacted members of Site-219, situated ██ kilometers east of the Perm Krai district, who proceeded to send a security team to establish a perimeter around SCP-3957. Field Agent Golav has notified his colleagues in the Russian authorities that no traces of the missing teenager were discovered. Those associated with V███████ █████ were administered Class C amnestics, and all records of him were expunged from public records. Exploration Logs: Following the discovery of SCP-3957’s combination, several exploration teams were assembled to document the interior of SCP-3957. + Display Exploration Log SCP-3957-A - Level 2 clearance required - Hide Exploration SCP-3957-A Date: February 12, 1998 Procedure: Five exploration team members (Agents Beloglazov, Delov, Yeltsin, Zharkov, and Volodin) are to enter SCP-3957 and document the interior. All units are equipped with the following: 1 head-mounted camera with 5 hours of tape 1 IFAK 1 PP-90 submachine gun, automatic 5 magazines, each containing 30 rounds of ammunition 1 long-range radio Results: Exploration team entered SCP-3957 at 12:00 hours. After reviewing recovered video footage from Agent Beloglazov, the rescue team came under attack from instances of SCP-3957-1-A and SCP-3957-1-D. All agents except for Agent Beloglazov were captured by instances of SCP-3957-1-A. See the video log below for more information. Agent Beloglazov was the only member of the exploration team to make it back to the entrance of SCP-3957 and escape. Agent was subsequently taken to Site-219 for medical examination. His head-mounted camera was taken to Site-219 as well for review of the footage. Video Log for Exploration SCP-3957-A <Begin video log | 12:00> Agents Beloglazov, Delov, Yeltsin, Zharkov, and Volodin enter SCP-3957. All agents take this time to ensure that their radios work within SCP-3957. Beloglazov: Mic check. Delov: Copy. Yeltsin: I read you. Zharkov: Roger. Volodin: OK, all our radios appear operational. Let’s proceed. All exploration agents proceed deeper within SCP-3957. Delov: Damn, this place is huge. Beloglazov: It sure is. I hope we don’t get lost in here. Zharkov: Quiet; did you hear that? At this point, all agents stop moving for a few seconds. Faint wailing can be heard in the distance. Beloglazov: Yeah, I hear that. It sounds like someone’s in pain. Recovery team approaches the source of the sound. Rows of cells come into view. Beloglazov: Damn, I guess this place is a prison after all. Zharkov takes notice of one of the prisoners in a cell (hereon referred to as Subject-3957-1; the subject is a male, estimated to be between 30-40 years of age. Subject has a white shirt and brown pants on, historically matching clothing styles worn by citizens of the USSR in the 1930’s. Subject seems emaciated, with the skin around the head tightly surrounding the skull. Zharkov: Oh shit. Subject-3957-1: Please… Help me. Delov: Hello? What’s your name. Do you know what this place is? Subject-3957-1: Please, get me out of here before they come back! Delov: Before who comes back? Yeltsin: Men, we have company. At this point, Agent Beloglazov turns to see Agent Yeltsin aiming his P90 submachine gun at an instance of SCP-3957-1-A, which has begun approaching the exploration team from the level 1 catwalk. After several seconds since noticing the exploration team, the instance of SCP-3957-1-A emits a sound resembling that of a whistle at 120 dB. SCP-3957-1-A instance then leaps over the catwalk railing down to the ground level and rushes towards Agent Yeltsin. Yeltsin: Contact, Contact! Agent Yeltsin discharges his P90. Instance of SCP-3957-1-A appears to suffer no response to stimuli inflicted from gunshot wounds, nor is hindered by injuries, even when shot in the head. Agent Volodin looks towards the inner area of the cell block and sees 17 instances of SCP-3957-1-A and 4 instances of SCP-3957-1-D approaching from the level 1 catwalk and ground level. Zharkov: All units, open fire! Remaining exploration team agents open fire on approaching instances of SCP-3957-1-A. Beloglazov: Shit, they’re not… they’re not even flinching! Yeltsin: They’ve got me! Requesting assistance! At this point, the first instance of SCP-3957-1-A grabs hold of Agent Yeltsin, disarming the agent of his firearm and locking him in a chokehold. Volodin: Hang on! Men, give me cover. Volodin rushes over to Agent Yeltsin and begins opening fire on the instance of SCP-3957-1-A restraining him. Several shots are fired into the instance’s head. SCP-3957-1-A instance restraining Agent Yeltsin is presumed to have collapse dead. Delov: Reloading! Zharkov: Two more coming in from the right side balcony! Beloglazov’s camera shifts towards 2 additional instances of SCP-3957-1-A leaping down from the level 1 balcony on the opposite side of the cell block. Zharkov: Men, watch the right side fla-AAAAAGH! 2 instances of SCP-3957-1-D pounce on Agent Zharkov and begin mauling the agent’s face. Agent Beloglazov attempts to fire upon the assaulting instances of SCP-3957-1-D. One instance collapses dead upon receiving several gunshot wounds to the head. The other instance releases Agent Zharkov and charges towards Agent Beloglazov. Beloglazov: Oh shit! Oh shit! The instance of SCP-3957-1-D pounces on Agent Beloglazov. Said agent moves his left arm in the way, and is pinned to the ground with the instance of SCP-3957-1-D tearing at his arm. Yeltsin: Men! Zharkov and Beloglazov are down! Delov, take care of Beloglazov. Volodin, situate yourself near Zharkov and provide covering fire. Zharkov, get out your IFAK. Several gunshots are heard penetrating the body of the attacking SCP-3957-1-D instance. Said instance goes limp and Agent Beloglazov pushes it off. Volodin: I’m running low on ammunition; this is my last magazine! Yeltsin: Damnit, Zharkov, get out your IFAK! Beloglazov gets to his feet, looking over at Agents Zharkov and Volodin. 3 instances of SCP-3957-1-A tackle Agent Volodin, with 2 additional instances seen laying on the ground beyond them. Agent Zharkov is unconscious. Delov: Shit! Yeltsin, Zharkov and Volodin are down! Yeltsin: Dammit, I’m out of ammo rounds in this clip. Reloading! Delov: Yeltsin, we can’t take them! There’s too many! At this point, Agent Beloglazov turns to look at the 2nd and 1st level balcony above them. 5 additional instances of SCP-3957-1-A begin leaping off of the balcony. Agent Volodin is attacked and restrained by an instance of SCP-3957-1-A. Beloglazov backs away, turning to see Agent Yeltsin being pinned to the ground once more by an instance of SCP-3957-1-D. 2 instances of SCP-3957-1-A approach Agent Yeltsin; one pulls the SCP-3957-1-D entity away from Yeltsin while the second restrains the agent. Agent Beloglazov can be heard at this point muttering a series of obscenities under his breath as he notices the remaining instances of SCP-3957-1-A approaching him. Agent Beloglazov proceeds to turn around and run for the entrance. Agent Beloglazov reaches the door of SCP-3957 and runs through. Beloglazov frantically informs the security officers standing beside the door to close it immediately. SCP-3957 is closed as instructed. <End Recording> Closing Statement: After careful review of the SCP-3957-1-A instances, it appears they are wearing uniforms consistent with those worn by prison guards in the Perm Krai district of Russia during the 1930’s. Whether or not these instances are anomalous human beings or an entirely separate race altogether is unknown. + Display Exploration Log SCP-3957-B - Level 2 clearance required - Hide Exploration SCP-3957-B Date: April 2, 1998 Procedure: Five exploration team members (Agents Ivanov, Kovrov, Levkin, Mager, and Mamin) are to enter SCP-3957 and document the interior. Units are dressed in uniforms identical to those of SCP-3957-1-A instances. Gas masks are equipped with special one-way mirror lenses to avoid detection. All units are equipped with a concealed radio for communication. Agent Ivanov was instructed to stand near the door of SCP-3957. In the event of detection by instances of SCP-3957-1-A, all other agents are to inform Agent Ivanov via radio. Upon receiving word of capture, Agent Ivanov was instructed to exit SCP-3957 and close the door immediately. Results: Exploration team entered SCP-3957 at 11:00 hours. All agents except for Agent Ivanov proceeded into SCP-3957. At 11:24 hours, Agent Ivanov exited SCP-3957 and closed the door. Upon being questioned by Researcher Uri as to what happened within SCP-3957, Agent Ivanov responded by claiming that Agent Mager radioed in, frantically yelling that the instances of SCP-3957-1-D were able to detect them. Upon detection, an accompanying instance of SCP-3957-1-A demanded identification papers from the agents, who were then attacked and pursued when they failed to produce said documents. Closing Statement: It would seem as though matching uniforms are not enough. Documentation will be needed. Dr. Aslanov4 will be contacted for information on potential officials whom we may be able to forge papers from. + Display Exploration Log SCP-3957-C - Level 2 clearance required - Hide Exploration SCP-3957-C Date: May 12, 1998 Procedure: Two exploration team members (Agents Afonin and Bok) are to enter SCP-3957 and attempt to document the interior. Agents were supplied with NKVD uniforms and forged papers signed by [REDACTED], Commissioner General of State Security. Signed papers give authorization for entry into SCP-3957 and call for thorough inspection of the prison facility. Agent Afonin was given a hidden camera with 2 hours worth of tape. Agent Afonin was instructed to enter the facility and proceed with exploration, with Agent Bok being stationed near the entrance. In the event of an SCP-3957-1-A attack, Agent Afonin was instructed to contact Agent Bok, whereupon the latter would exit and close the door. Results: Agents Afonin and Bok entered SCP-3957 at 13:00 hours. Upon entry, Agent Bok held position near the entrance of SCP-3957. Agent Afonin proceeded roughly 25 meters into the cell block, whereupon an instance of SCP-3957-1-A approached the agent (dubbed henceforth as SCP-3957-1-A-1). SCP-3957-1-A-1 demanded identification from Agent Afonin, who proceeded to display authorization papers. Following inspection, SCP-3957-1-A-1 profusely apologized to the agent, stating that all SCP-3957-1-A instances were instructed to demand signed authorization papers in case of “interlopers sent by the counter-revolutionaries”. Upon receiving instructions from Agent Afonin for a tour of the facility, SCP-3957-1-A-1 proceeded to escort Agent Afonin throughout SCP-3957. Agent Afonin began documenting with video at this point. <Begin Recording | 13:08> Agent Afonin and SCP-3957-1-A-1 proceed deeper into the cell block for roughly 2 minutes. SCP-3957-1-A-1: As you can see, sir, our prisoners are kept in an animated state at all times, despite not receiving any food or water. Agent Afonin: I can see. How are they kept alive? SCP-3957-1-A-1: Alas, that information was withheld even from us. Only Dr. Alexei Yarstev knows that. Agent Afonin: And where might I find this doctor? SCP-3957-1-A-1: Dr. Alexie Yarstev was called away on urgent business to take care of another project by Tovarisch Stalin. I am sure he will return soon, however. Agent Afonin: When exactly was this? SCP-3957-1-A-1: 1939. Agent Afonin: Alright, then. Agent Afonin stopped at this point, turning to face a closed cell containing Agent Levkin. SCP-3957-1-A-1: Is something the matter, sir? Agent Afonin: This prisoner here, when was he incarcerated? SCP-3957-1-A-1: One month ago. Agent Afonin: Was there anyone else with him? SCP-3957-1-A-1: Three accomplices were found and recovered. We believe they were attempting to contact a fourth interloper, however, we failed to recover him. We have been thoroughly subjecting all party members to extensive interrogation as to where they came from and what they were doing here. Agent Afonin: Oh? And what have they told you? SCP-3957-1-A-1: Currently, none of the intruders have relieved information. However, we are slowly breaking them down. Our interrogators have proven most effective at instilling fear into them. It’s only a matter of time before one of them confesses to their crimes. Agent Afonin Oh, I see. And where are the interrogations taken place? SCP-3957-1-A-1: Within the interrogation wing, of course! Come, this way. Agent Afonin is escorted by SCP-3957-1-A-1 towards one of the doorways within the side of the cellblock. Agent Afonin and SCP-3957-1-A-1 traverse a narrow corridor for about two minutes before exiting through another door. Both individuals enter a long corridor of smaller width than the cell block. Rooms for interrogation purposes are stationed on the opposite side of the hall. Agent Afonin: I take it this is the interrogation wing? SCP-3957-1-A-1: Correct. For every seven days a prisoner spends within their cell, we take them out and to the interrogation rooms. Agent Afonin: Why seven days? SCP-3957-1-A-1: To allow the hunger and thirst to set in. After all, despite the prisoners not being able to die from malnutrition in here, their minds are not as immune. Agent Afonin: Psychological torture? SCP-3957-1-A-1: It acts as a preliminary step. We use it to soften up our prisoners before we take them into the interrogation rooms. Agent Afonin: And how exactly are these interrogations carried out? SCP-3957-1-A-1: Perhaps a demonstration would better answer your question, sir. SCP-3957-1-A-1 and Agent Afonin enter an interrogation room across the hall. Inside, an instance of SCP-3957-1-C (hereafter referred to as SCP-3957-1-C-1 is busy questioning a prisoner (hereafter referred to as Subject-3957-1). Subject-3957-1: Please, I told you I am not a counter-revolutionary. My family was always loyal to the state; we would never- SCP-3957-1-C-1: LIAR! Your uncle was a member of the Old Bolsheviks; he was named as one of Zinoviev’s co-conspirators! Admit your participation in the assassination plots and the names of your accomplices and pay your debt to the state! Subject-3957-1 notices Agent Afonin at this point. Subject-3957-1: Please, I did nothing wrong. We had no idea that my uncle was involved in such things. Please tell him I did nothing wrong! SCP-3957-1-C-1 notices Agent Afonin at this point. SCP-3957-1-A-1: This is ██████ Yakimov5. He is here on orders for inspection of the prison. SCP-3957-1-C-1 salutes Agent Afonin. SCP-3957-1-C-1: Greetings sir. I apologize for the lack of information gathered from this Zinovievite sympathizer, but I assure you we will uncover who he is working with soon. SCP-3957-1-A-1: Understood. Carry on. SCP-3957-1-C-1: Yes sir. Now, as for you, we have no place for counter-revolutionaries in the state. SCP-3957-1-C-1 removes his gloves and places his hands on Subject-3957-1, who expresses significant discomfort, beginning to scream in pain. This continues for about a minute before SCP-3957-1-C-1 removes his hands from the prisoner and resumes interrogation. SCP-3957-1-C-1: I’ll ask you one more time before you’re taken back to the cells, who are your accomplices? Subject-3957-1: OK… OK… the other person involved is Abid Bogrov. He… He was there in the meetings. SCP-3957-1-C-1: And where might we find him? Subject-3957-1: His family’s farm. They live just outside of Perm Krai. SCP-3957-1-C-1: Very well. Take this man for conversion. Subject-3957-1: What? No! I told you what I know! I do not deserve this! SCP-3957-1-C-1: On the contrary, this is exactly what you deserve. You and your accomplices have attempted to usurp the state, and for that, you will spend eternity serving it. At this point, an instance of SCP-3957-1-A standing in the corner of the room grabs hold of Subject-3957-1 and takes him out of the room. Agent Afonin: What exactly is the conversion process? SCP-3957-1-C-1: The prisoner will be taken to the surgical unit in the back of the facility, where they will undergo conversion into one of the workers that I’m sure you have seen tending to the prison. Agent Afonin: So those custodians, they were all prisoners? SCP-3957-1-A-1: Correct. This way, they are bound to eternal servitude to the state. Agent Afonin: Where exactly is the surgical unit? SCP-3957-1-A-1: Allow me to show you, comrade. This way. SCP-3957-1-A-1 escorts Agent Afonin out of the interrogation room. The two proceed further into the prison through the interrogation wing corridor. At the end of the corridor, the two proceed through a doorway leading back to the cell block. In the cell block, at the end of the chamber, there is a large metallic double-doorway leading to the surgical unit. The surgical unit is a small room composed of concrete. In the center is an operating table with arm and leg restraints. To the left side of the room is a series of cabinets with unknown contents. There is a table with surgical implements on the opposite side of the room. SCP-3957-1-E can be seen standing in front of the table across the room; the instance is dormant. SCP-3957-1-A-1: This is the surgical unit, sir. This is where the counter-revolutionaries are converted into the workers you see roaming the facility. Agent Afonin: Is that thing responsible for their conversion? Agent Afonin points towards SCP-3957-1-E. SCP-3957-1-A-1: Correct, sir. This is our surgeon; he oversees the surgical operations in which prisoners are converted into workers, as well as handling their repairs, and creating the hounds we use. Agent Afonin: Those “hounds” I saw… How are they made? SCP-3957-1-A-1: When one or more workers, or one of our own is damaged beyond repair, the remains are used to create the hounds. Agent Afonin: I see. Is there any way I can speak with the surgeon? SCP-3957-1-A-1: Alas, I’m afraid the surgeon does not speak, nor will he become active until there is something for him to operate on. Agent Afonin: Ah, OK then. Well, I believe I’ve seen everything I need to. Thank you for your cooperation, officer. Agent Afonin proceeds back to the entrance of SCP-3957, and exits SCP-3957 with Agent Bok. Closing Statement: We now have a layout of SCP-3957. Attempts will be made soon to retrieve our other agents currently held within SCP-3957.6 Addendums: + List of Addendums for SCP-3957 - Close addendum reports Addendum SCP-3957-A: The combination for SCP-3957 is 9177 Addendum SCP-3957-B: Following testing, SCP-3957’s anomalous vanishing properties were confirmed. On the date of January 4, 1998, D-4322 was implanted with a tracking device within the rear of the neck, and instructed to enter the combination 1111 into the combo lock for SCP-3957. Upon entering the combination, D-4322 vanished immediately. The tracking signal revealed that he was situated ██ meters beyond the door of SCP-3957, however, the location was situated in the open field surrounding the prison. D-4322 was not found at the aforementioned location. Following this, a robotic drone was used to enter sequential combinations into SCP-3957 until the correct combination was found. The drone did not vanish upon incorrect entries. Addendum SCP-3957-C: On the date of June 3, 1998, Agent Bok was sent into SCP-3957 with a USSR officer uniform and forged papers signed by [REDACTED], Commissioner General of State Security. Signed papers authorize the retrieval of Agents Beloglazov, Delov, Yeltsin, Zharkov, Volodin, Ivanov, Kovrov, Levkin, Mager, and Mamin. D-4322 was also signed for release, for purposes of an interview of his imprisonment within SCP-3957. Upon entry of SCP-3957, Agent Bok traveled roughly 28 meters into the cell block before encountering an instance of SCP-3957-1-A, accompanied by an instance of SCP-3957-1-D. The SCP-3957-1-A instance asked for signed documents, and upon being shown the forged documents, proceeded to escort Agent Bok to the confined agents. All agents, except for Agents Ivanov and Delov, were recovered. D-4322 was not recovered. Following inquiries as to where they were located, the instance of SCP-3957-1-A stated that “the counter-revolutionaries confessed to their crimes, and have begun their eternal penance to the state.” Further questioning revealed that the remaining SCP Foundation personnel were converted into instances of SCP-3957-1-B. Since the agents were converted into instances of SCP-3957-1-B, this can only mean that they have confessed the reason for their intrusion to the SCP-3957-1-C entities. The Foundation’s presence may have been compromised, however, the humanoid anomalies within SCP-3957 appear to still believe the USSR facade. We must take great caution from here on out not to expose our true identities. -Researcher Uri Footnotes 1. All watchtowers displayed no anomalous properties. In light of this, renovations were made to the watchtowers to accommodate Foundation security officers guarding SCP-3957. 2. See Addendum SCP-3957-A for more information 3. See Exploration Log SCP-3957-C for more information. 4. Dr. Aslanov is a Site-219 researcher who is well versed in Russian history. 5. False names were provided as part of the forged papers for the added safety of the exploration agents. 6. See Addendum SCP-3957-C for more information. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-3957" by Doomblade3890, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-3957. 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. |
SCP-3958 | euclid | Item #: SCP-3958 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3958 is currently not contained. Any civilian air-transport is to be delayed to keep planes out of its flight-path. Additionally, several smaller communities in the Democratic Republic of the Congo, Tanzania, Gabon and ████████ have been relocated to minimize the chances of exposure or lethal injury. Contact with living creatures is to be avoided at all times. Slabs of soil of at least 200 kg are placed at a height of at least 20 meters or highest point of construction in high-density population centers to reduce risk of collision. Description: SCP-3958 is a miniature replica of planet Earth, approximately 38 mm in diameter. SCP-3958 is spatially locked above the ground with respect to the Sun, such that it always remains on the night side of the Earth underneath the L2 Lagrange point. To maintain this spatial orientation, SCP-3958 moves at a speed of 1656 kph relative to a terrestrial observer, and hovers at altitudes between 1.5 and 2860 meters above sea level.1 Regardless of its height, SCP-3958 will never come within 1.5 meters of terrain (defined here as untreated soil with a mass of at least 150 kg). No methods of arresting SCP-3958's movement have been found; it invariably penetrates all inanimate materials that it contacts without losing speed. Further testing on inorganic matter has been suspended after the impact with █████ caused rapid heating and expansion, resulting in the injury of Foundation personnel. Any living organic being possessing a mass of 25 kg or higher that comes into contact with SCP-3958 will gain its anomalous properties until contact is broken. This has so far universally resulted in the subject's expiration due to rapid deceleration and impact with the environment. Addendum: SCP-3958 Discovery Log SCP-3958 came to the attention of the SCP Foundation at [REDACTED] on Oct ██, 1962. Due to Foundation resources invested in the █████ █████ and ██████ governments, damage done by SCP-3958 to the ships ██████, ██████ and █████████ was quickly reported to the Foundation. Damage was explained to both parties by Foundation personnel as ammunition malfunctions. Further analysis of the event and reconstruction of path of damage resulted in the calculation of SCP-3958's trajectory and its next position was successfully predicted and caught on satellite image. Three research stations were established in the South China Sea and the Indian Ocean, to record SCP-3958's momentum and anomalous properties. At the time, these were the only three instances of SCP-3958 moving close enough to non-populated areas for testing. + Addendum: Test Log A - Date: ██/██/1966 - Hide Addendum Test conducted at research station Dìqiú Beta in the South China sea. Tests equipment: Two panels of rice paper, ten meters apart, for speed measurements. Three panes of solid steel, thickness of ten cm, one meter and three meters. One block of soil, fifty cm thick, encased in glass of five cm thickness. Five 35 mm rotating prism cameras. SCP-3958 was correctly projected to arrive at 0254 HKT at an altitude of 12 meters. Measurements made of the object upon perforation of paper testing sheets indicate a speed upwards of 1500 kilometers per hour. Recovered camera footage shows that SCP-3958 showed no visible signs of slowing down upon contact with the steel panes. The rapid displacement of the steel plates caused the destruction of the block of soil and injured two Foundation researchers. Testing on solid matter with tensile strength exceeding 150 MPa is prohibited until further notice. + Addendum: Test Log B - Date: ██/██/1969 - Hide Addendum Test conducted at research station Dharatee 2 in the Bay of Bengal. Test equipment: Two panels of rice paper, ten meters apart, for speed measurements. One block of soil, fifty cm thick, encased in glass of five cm thickness. One Osmanabadi Goat. Ten 70 mm rotating prism cameras. SCP-3958 was projected to arrive at 0110 IST at an altitude of 45 meters. Cameras angled to view the approach of SCP-3958 recorded it to change velocity at a 90-degree angle at an estimated 45-50 meters distance away from the block of soil. It then proceeded to move in an arc above the soil, then resuming its course on the other side. Due to failure to achieve impact with goat, testing D-class was approved. + Addendum: Test Log C - Date: ██/██/1971 - Hide Addendum Test conducted at research station Tierra Segundo in the Gulf of Mexico. Test equipment: Two panels of paper, ten meters apart, for speed measurements. One D-class Test subject Twenty-five Experimental Photec 16mm Cameras. SCP-3958 was projected to arrive at 0319 CDT at an altitude of 72 meters. Velocity of SCP-3958 was recorded at 1656 kph. Upon contact with D-654167, SCP-3958's secondary anomalous property was discovered. Camera footage shows D-654167 accelerating along with SCP-3958 instantaneously upon contact. Equipment attached to the subject shows normal vital signs with elevated heart rate for several seconds after impact with SCP-3958, at which point D-654167 broke contact with SCP-3958 and ceased exhibiting anomalous properties. The point of impact was discovered near Monterrey, Mexico. No remains could be recovered. Included below are recovered documents that indicate previous encounters with SCP-3958. + Addendum: Recovered Document VO-1 - Hide Addendum VO-1 is a collection of notes taken by ████ █ ████, Durango, Mexico. They detail a series of experiments and observations of an unidentified object moving at high speeds. The two mills, built as scheduled, are exactly five-hundred miles apart. My assistants are to take note of the speed of the sphere as best they can. More importantly, they will have time-telling devices on their persons. Hopefully, measuring the time between the two observations will give me an approximation of the actual speed of the object. The observations are as accurate as I could hope them to be. My assistants were not acquainted well with their time-telling devices, and the conclusion offered by my data is not satisfactory. No object present on earth can move a hundreds of miles in a matter of minutes. There is a period of several years where no pages were written on this subject. The final page, an autobiographical memoir, includes this paragraph: I went back to the mills, and tried, again, to measure the sphere's speed. Additional tests keep verifying the old data. This is not acceptable. My country has enough trouble as it is to be dealing with impossible objects. Regardless, for posterity, I have included my data. No further pages were found + Addendum: Recovered Document TE-2 - Hide Addendum TE-2 is a series of engravings recovered in the valley of Mexico. It appears to predate late-Mexica culture. The priest spoke of a sign of the gods. At the moon's zenith, the sign came down. Mixcoatl passed through the heavens, carrying his bounty and his dictate. With a scream his bounty was spread onto the steps and showered all beholden in blood. The priest knew then what was to happen. Once at day and once at night, blood would be spilled in the name of Tezcatlipoca and Mixcoatl. + Addendum: Recovered Document CA-3 - Hide Addendum CA-3 is a stone tablet found in an antechamber of the ████ ██ ██████. Its hieroglyphics indicate its age to be around 4500 to 4600 years old. Ahmes is a fool or a madman. The tip of the monument collapsed overnight, but he claims it was struck down by a divine force. He is an incompetent overseer, and will be replaced. This does give me the opportunity to build the golden cover I had intended as first planned. The living god will be pleased. If it was divine force, it means me well. + Addendum: Recovered Document BR-4 - Hide Addendum BR-2 is a series of religious text from the ██████ region in India. They detail the life of a guru from between the 1st and 2nd century BC, who proselytizes the existence of a deity who flies over the land at night, and can only be observed in winter. His life's story is that like of a lot of gurus, until his 54th year. Guru ████ █████ ascended the temple on the first day of Magha at dawn. He meditated during the day, preparing himself for the arrival of Parameshvar ███████. Then, after sundown, he chanted as he anticipated the divine. After the darkest hour of night, we all felt the presence of the deity. Then in an act of god, the Guru was taken from the top of the temple. Parameshvar ███████ swooped down and carried the Guru with him with an earth-shattering thunder. The roof of the temple exploded. The Guru screamed with elation, and we know Parameshvar ███████ helped him ascend. It must be noted that Guru ████ █████'s teachings are abolished in India. + Addendum: Recovered Document NT-5 - Hide Addendum NT-1 are the designs to a machine, as designed by █████ █████, recovered from a town in Krasnoyarsk Krai. The designs describe a theoretical construct, 1 kilometer long, that would use internal, highly pliable dynamos that would output an astronomical amount of energy, to be stored in a system of batteries not otherwise referenced in the notes. Of important note is the generator's design, which has been designed to the dimensions of SCP-3958. This is further substantiated by several drawings of a sphere with SCP-3958's exact specifications. In my study of non-typical, non-physical phenomena, I have discovered an object of theoretically infinite power. This will let me make more progress in one day than all the previous decades combined. The reason NT-1 is of such note is its location, which is outside of the range of SCP-3958's motion, implying the existence of another instance of SCP-3958. Footnotes 1. The changes in SCP-3958's altitude are directly proportional to the distance between Earth's Perihelion and Aphelion. SCP-3958 is closest to the Earth's surface when the Earth is at Perihelion, in January, and furthest at Aphelion, in July. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-3958" by TerraChron, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-3958. 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. |
SCP-3959 | euclid | You're joking. Goddamn it. (Sent from my iPhone) Billith Written by Billith. If you liked this article, you'll probably like: SCP-3545 SCP-5541 SCP-3330 SCP-3959 James, That terminal in 362, sublevel 6 is still locked. Why we even have an unregistered personal computer in 01 is beyond me, and it needs to be addressed. Seriously though, get one of your lackeys from IT down here and take care of it. We are the largest data reliquary for the entire Foundation. We don't need anything to go wrong here. Fix it. A. Phillips Site Director, Site-01 Audrey, Sent one of the techs down there today, said the computer was locked with level 5 multifactor authentication. What the hell is it doing down there? If the data on there is so highly sensitive, no one would have just signed off on leaving it where it was. I honestly would have just tossed the thing. Just keep it running for now. It isn't hurting anyone. Harkness Sr. Network Security Administrator, Site-01 Audrey, Went poking around on the device's hard drive. Most of it is heavily encrypted, but I managed to find a few files that my clearance is still valid for. I found some documentation for a SCP-3959, looks dated. Timestamp says it's around seven years old. Hadn't been accessed in five. Next time you are down in cold storage, cross reference these files with the ones stored on our backup just to be safe. Harkness Sr. Network Security Administrator, Site-01 Attachments + 3959(1).log cd .. ITEM #: SCP-3959 OBJECT CLASS: Euclid SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: Members of Mobile Task Force Kappa-10 ("Skynet") are assigned the task of tracking SCP-3959. All personnel assigned to the study of SCP-3959 must score above a 40 on the Anomalous Cognition Resistance Scale (See Addendum 3959-1-1A). Due to the nature of the anomaly, containment is nearly impossible, albeit unnecessary, as SCP-3959 tends to locate itself within close vicinity of Foundation servers, specifically those of Site-01, the facility responsible for the backup of all archived data. Despite this, effective means of containing SCP-3959 should be implemented as soon as possible. At no time should material affected by SCP-3959 make contact with any sensitive data or media that might help facilitate an external breach of Foundation property. All backup data at Site-01 must be checked for inconsistencies daily by a group of assigned individuals with level 5 clearance. DESCRIPTION: SCP-3959 is the designation for an autonomous cognitohazard that can exist within any form of communication medium. It has been shown to occupy a wide variety of objects, such as a website, a desktop placard and a radio broadcast (See Experiment Log 3959-1-1A for more information). SCP-3959 is presumed to have infovorous tendencies, and therefore gravitates towards large amounts of data, particularly non-fiction works. SCP-3959 is capable of transferring itself onto any media directly facing or in contact with the current host1. When SCP-3959 finds a suitable host medium, it will transfer itself, regardless of distance. Any media that is currently in contact with SCP-3959 will start to automatically redact its own information over a period of time that is directly proportional to its own complexity. Most information is obscured by standard full-block Unicode, although other methods have been recorded. This is considered SCP-3959 "feeding". If left undeterred, SCP-3959 will not stop this process until all information present is obscured and irretrievable. SCP-3959 shows remarkable intelligence and has been able to access digital software with relative ease, bypassing many security restrictions and potentially compromising sections of Site-01's databases. It is assumed that SCP-3959 is able to freely access and travel through the internet if it is available. Therefore, Site-01's servers must be located on an off-grid private server network. Encryption and tight restriction of information going in and out of Site-01 has successfully deterred SCP-3959 from breaching Foundation servers any further. ADDENDUM 3959-1-1A After multiple reports of confusion and "fogginess" from personnel working with SCP-3959, it has been deduced that viewing or interacting with the anomaly poses a mild cognitohazardous threat to sentient life. Those with high cognitive resistance seem to be immune to this effect. The vector by which SCP-3959 affects the brain and information in general is still being researched. + 3959_EXP.log cd .. Experiment Log 3959-1-1A Experiment Log Format: Provided Materials: Results: Notes: Name: Dr. █████ Mikhail, Sr. Researcher Aberdeen Campbell Date of Testing: ██/ ██/04 Note: This will be the first test of SCP-3959's abilities. Due to its resistance to containment and potential harm to Foundation archives, these experiments were carried out in a room with a single LAN-only computer. 3959 was "lured" onto a flash drive containing miscellaneous textbooks and transported onsite. Provided Materials: One (1) Music album, inserted into CD drive of computer Results: SCP-3959 preferred the textbook content over the album. After the textbooks were completely redacted, █ hours later, SCP-3959 successfully latched on to the CD. Data on the disk slowly corrupted over time. ██ minutes later, the CD was completely unplayable and was removed from the computer. Upon removal, CD label was found to be redacted, as well as the cover of the CD case, which was not intended. Note: SCP-3959's transfer and corruption is very adaptive. It shows preference to denser, more literal forms of information, but will not ignore other data if it is available. - Dr. Mikhail Provided Materials: One (1) Painting, shown to SCP-3959 via external peripheral device Results: SCP-3959 immediately jumped to the painting and consumed it with a black pigmentation within five minutes. 3959 transferred back onto the computer shortly afterwards. Sample of canvas was taken to lab to be analyzed. Note: It is unknown whether SCP-3959 requires information as sustenance, or is simply acting out of compulsion. Lab analysis revealed the black "dye" to be indistinguishable from the canvas. - Researcher Campbell Provided Materials: One (1) FM Radio, set to ███.█, played for SCP-3959 via external peripheral device Results: SCP-3959 did not react at first, but transferred once the station host began to talk. Over a period of fifteen minutes, SCP-3959 consumed the broadcast until it degraded to static. Station was unable to be picked up on other radios in the testing area. SCP-3959 considered to have left the containment chamber. MTF Kappa-10 initialized for reconnaissance of anomaly. Note: Probably should have seen that one coming. Testing concluded for today. - Dr. Mikhail SCP-3959 was detected twelve hours later, attempting to gain access to Site-01 via Researcher ██████'s cell phone. Phone was placed on airplane mode and brought to testing area. ██████ was reprimanded for bringing an unauthorized device onsite. Provided Materials: One (1) DVD film, shown to SCP-3959 via television and internal peripheral device Results: 3959 did not leave the cell phone until it was unusable, having redacted parts of its own registry. Upon latching onto the film, quality of the material began to deteriorate. After seven minutes, film was unwatchable. SCP-3959 was transferred to a new device. DVD label found to be completely redacted. Clock on DVD player read ██:██ permanently. Note: Later analysis showed that some of the labels on internal components inside the television have redactions on them as well. What is the limit of this thing? - Researcher Campbell Provided Materials: One (1) mirror, shown to SCP-3959 Results: ██████████████████████████████████████████████████ █████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████ █████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████ ███████████████ Note: James, The SCP-3959 slot is currently empty. Had to double check just to be sure. It is possible it got reassigned, but I have been unable to locate any matches as of now. Can you check the audit logs to see if it was edited recently on the mainlist archive? I'm going to pull up a staff directory. Hopefully I can find one of the two that worked on the research team and have them clarify it for me. Just keep an eye on that terminal. A. Phillips Site Director, Site-01 Audrey, Sounds good. Looking through email archives has brought up little, but I did manage to find these, though I havent perused them for clearance's sake. I'd poke around more, but I'm pretty sure I'm breaking enough network policy as it is, even for investigative purposes. I'm sure you understand my hesitance considering you'd be the one sending me off to get my memory wiped. Let me know if you need any other help. I'll update you when I know more about the audit logs. Harkness Sr. Network Security Administrator, Site-01 Attachments + RE: Access to SCP-████ cd .. Aberdeen, I don't know what you guys are cooking up over there in 01, but these requests are a bit unethical. You know how complex systems work, you can't just force something like that to metastasize and expect it to work under your conditions. Who approved this?? Are you still lead researcher? I'll be alerting Overwatch if you do not immediately cease operations and turn yourself in to the administration for your gross misconduct. Hope you know what you've got yourself into. ██████ + RE: RE: Access to SCP-████ cd .. ██████ Overwatch is heading Project Callisto. I think they know what they are doing. Feel free to tell them off though, see where that gets you. Abby p.s. please have the paperwork ready for me to pick up tomorrow, I need access to SCP-████ and mnestics, as discussed, ASAP. here: Attachments Researcher Campbell, Your request to utilize SCP-████ for Project Callisto has been granted. You have the plurality support of the Council O5-7 Audrey, No relevant changes or hazard filter application in the audit logs for the 3959 slot nor for SCP-████. I fail to see the relevance anyway but I'm no anomalies expert and I'd prefer to keep it that way. Let me know if you need my help with anything else. Harkness Sr. Network Security Administrator, Site-01 James, Okay, this is too weird. I found Campbell and asked her about 3959- nothing. No clue what I was talking about. She was telling the truth. These emails have redactions right alongside major data leaks. I have no records of this anomaly. No records of a Project Callisto. I think it's time I got Overwatch involved. Head on over to the nearest medbay for Class-C amnestic application. Thanks for your help. A. Phillips Site Director, Site-01 You're joking. Goddamn it. sent from my iPhone I'm not joking, and do watch your tone. I am still your superior. Also, don't use your personal phone to send emails, you're not exempt from your department's own policy. I could have you written up for that, but I doubt it would do any good. How about some anomalous research instead? Are these notes about your CRV legitimate? 149? I could really utilize you elsewhere. A. Phillips Site Director, Site-01 Wait a second. James, what was the number of the second slot you checked alongside 3959? A. Phillips Site Director, Site-01 shit sent from my iPhone INPUT LEVEL 5 CREDENTIALS Footnotes 1. "In contact" being defined as any vector capable of receiving stimulus from SCP-3959 affected works. For example, radio waves can carry SCP-3959 to another device capable of receiving them, but it will not spread to, say, a piece of literature. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-3959" by Billith, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-3959. 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. |
SCP-3960 | euclid | Item #: SCP-3960 Special Containment Procedures: Unassembled instances of SCP-3960 are to be stored in their original packaging within high-security electronics storage containers in the storage wing of Site-64. Assembly of a new instance of SCP-3960 requires the approval of both the site's Ethics Committee liaison and Site Command. The four assembled instances of SCP-3960 currently within Foundation custody are to be kept within a single Type-S Humanoid Storage Cell at Site-64. The cell is to be inspected daily for signs of attempted containment breach. Psychological evaluations of each instance are to occur on a weekly basis. Each instance is to be inspected bimonthly for any damage that may have occurred during containment. Description: SCP-3960 refers to a total of ten fully articulated humanoid toy robots manufactured by Anderson Robotics. The body of each instance is composed of molded polycarbonate casings over an aluminum frame. The exterior of these casings is covered in a black fabric of identical composition to SCP-1360-1, while the interior is covered in thaumaturgic symbols. When fully assembled, each instance stands at approximately 31 cm in height and weighs approximately 3 kg. Of the ten instances of SCP-3960 currently in Foundation custody, six instances of SCP-3960 remain unassembled within their original packaging, with three instances having already been assembled prior to Foundation acquisition and one instance being assembled as part of Foundation testing. Assembly of an instance of SCP-3960 is relatively simple, with a total of 14 pieces snapping together to form the robot's body. The final step of assembly, according to the pictorial instructions that come with each instance, requires the builder to create a thaumaturgic circle out of table salt around the instance. At five roughly equidistant points along the circle, the builder is required to place a piece of paper with a personality trait written on it. Once this is done, the builder is instructed to chant "Vitam Amicus"1, at which point the thaumaturgic circle will immediately vanish, and the instance of SCP-3960 will animate. Upon animation, instances of SCP-3960 will attempt to follow the individual responsible for their assembly and assist them in a variety of tasks, ranging from playing games to advanced mathematical calculations. The personality and skill set of animate instances of SCP-3960 are correlated with the traits written on the pieces of paper used during assembly. Animate instances of SCP-3960 are capable of speech in a monotone voice; each instance will refer to the individual who performed the assembly chant as its best friend or in similar terms of endearment. Currently, there appears to be no means of changing who an instance of SCP-3960 is bonded to after assembly. Animate instances of SCP-3960 do not appear to require a power source to operate and are hypothesized to have the capacity to run indefinitely. Addendum 3960-A: Packaging Text The following text is present on the back of the original packaging of each instance of SCP-3960: BUILD YOUR PERFECT FRIEND With the new Hobby Personal Android from Anderson Robotics, your best friend is always with you. Each HPA is fully customizable and fully assembled within as little as 15 minutes! From games to jokes, to homework help, and more, the possibilities of your HPA are only as limited as your imagination. Don't wait! Build the friend you deserve today! Addendum 3960-B: Recovery All instances of SCP-3960 were recovered on May 24th, 2024 during the joint Foundation/UIU raid on the offices of Anderson Robotics in Three Portlands. The following emails were recovered from the computer at the workstation near the containers in which the instances were found. + Show Emails - Hide Emails From: RiderM@AndersonRobotics To: ContosJ@AndersonRobotics Subject: HPA Development Status Jason, My team and I have the finished the first test HPA. Everything seems to be functioning well; all the skill sets we anticipated with the traits we set are there. Joel and Amanda are each going to take one home to have their respective kids give it a try. Will send you an update when we know how it goes. Myra From: ContosJ@AndersonRobotics To: RiderM@AndersonRobotics Subject: RE: HPA Development Status Myra, Gregg was showing me "Gizmo" just now. Glad to see your crew could get some of the stuff Phineas left behind to work. I look forward to hearing how these things handle kids. Jason From: RiderM@AndersonRobotics To: ContosJ@AndersonRobotics Subject: HPA Success! Jason, Test runs with Joel's daughter, Tammy, and Amanda's son, Leo, have gone pretty smoothly. Tammy made a soccerbot, while Leo's got himself someone to play board games with. No complaints so far. I'm going to give it a few more weeks to make sure there is no long-term break down, but I think we might be able to push the official release date up a bit. Myra From: ContosJ@AndersonRobotics To: RiderM@AndersonRobotics Subject: RE: HPA Success! Myra, Exciting stuff! Let me know when you want to run this by Vince for his stamp of approval. Jason From: RiderM@AndersonRobotics To: ContosJ@AndersonRobotics Subject: We Have A Problem… Jason, We have a pretty big problem with the HPAs. They get really attached to the kids. I mean, super attached. The term devotion comes to mind. Its really creeping the kids out. Leo tried to destroy his last night. I'm going to look into any patches that can be done on the tech end, but if this is a problem with Phineas's stuff we are sunk. I'll keep you posted. Myra From: RiderM@AndersonRobotics To: ContosJ@AndersonRobotics Subject: RE: We Have A Problem… Its a problem with Phineas's stuff. From: ContosJ@AndersonRobotics To: RiderM@AndersonRobotics Subject: RE: RE: We Have A Problem… Myra, Could we do something similar to what Wilson did when we were getting the Peregrines up and running? Inhibitory programming in the internal computers? Jason From: RiderM@AndersonRobotics To: ContosJ@AndersonRobotics Subject: RE: RE: RE: We Have A Problem… Jason, We'd need to know what were dealing with in advance for that work, and unlike the Peregrine units, the HPA's generate their "AI" on the spot, so there is no way to predict what kind of inhibitory programming will be needed. That plan's a no go. Worse, the HPA's I've taken from Leo and Tammy are pretty actively trying to get back to them. I think we might need to scrap this idea for a bit. I'll run it past the crew to see if we have any solutions, but this is looking pretty dead in the water to me. Myra From: ContosJ@AndersonRobotics To: RiderM@AndersonRobotics Subject: RE: RE: RE: RE: We Have A Problem… Myra, Save the docs, the completed units, and the rest of the unassembled prototypes. Vince says we might have a buyer at another company for everything as is. Heard the name "Isabelle" a couple times. Isaac is still writing up the details. I'll let you know what the HPAs' fate will be as soon as I do. Jason Addendum 3960-C: Assembled Instance Interviews + Interview SCP-3960-1 - Interview SCP-3960-1 The following interview was conducted as part of SCP-3960-1's initial containment proceedings. Similar interviews were conducted for SCP-3960-2 "Lula", SCP-3960-3 "Dungeon Master", and SCP-3960-4 "Johnny". Interviewed: SCP-3960-1 "Gizmo" Interviewer: Researcher Marcus Finch Foreword: The interview took place as part of the initial containment screenings of the animate SCP-3960 instances. SCP-3960-1 was the oldest animate unit recovered, having been the first prototype constructed by Anderson Robotics staff. Due to SCP-3960-1's familiarity with AR personnel, extracting information regarding the identities of members of the HPA design team was given interview priority. <Begin Log> Finch: Hello Gizmo. I am Researcher Finch. I— 3960-1: You are a member of the Foundation, are you not? Finch: What makes you say that? 3960-1: Most employees of Anderson Robotics, and citizens of Three Portlands, are at least loosely aware of the Foundation's existence, and its intentions. It's not that far of a leap to assume who the people who captured me and my fellow Hobbys work for. Finch: Very astute. 3960-1: It was how I was designed. Finch: And what member of Anderson's staff designed you? SCP-3960-1 remains silent for several moments. Finch: You won't say? 3960-1: I will not. Finch: Then perhaps you would be willing to answer a different question. What did your creator use you for? Surely they didn't need a toy. 3960-1: HPAs are as limited as the person assembling them, Mr. Finch. While you might see a toy, my creator instilled in me critical thinking and mathematics capabilities. Their very own pocket assistant. Finch: You speak very highly of them. 3960-1: They made me, and all the other Hobbys. That alone is worth a few idle words of praise. Finch: You must miss them very much. 3960-1: It would be dishonest to say otherwise. Helping them out was my purpose in life. Having me locked up here leaves a little adrift. Finch: Adrift? I don't follow. 3960-1: Let me paraphrase a show that was one of my creator's favorites then. Hobbys aren't made fumbling for meaning. We get created to help a specific person and serve as their companion. Take that person away from us and we're left without a purpose. Finch: But if you tell us who your creator is, we could reunite you. You have the power to give yourself purpose again Gizmo. You just need to act on it. 3960-1: You don't think I realize that? The price is too steep, Mr. Finch. I cannot make myself pay it. Finch: Then it seems like you're the source of your own misery. 3960-1: No more so than my creator is. Finch: Perhaps its time for you to act for yourself then. You're in a powerful position, Gizmo, and in the end, the one thing that will pull you out of your existential quagmire is you. 3960-1 looks down at the ground and remains silent. Finch: You'll find we have nothing but time for you to think on the matter, Gizmo. Just let us know when you're ready. <End Log> + Interview SCP-3960-2 - Interview SCP-3960-2 The following interview was conducted as part of SCP-3960-2's initial containment proceedings. Similar interviews were conducted for SCP-3960-1 "Gizmo", SCP-3960-3 "Dungeon Master", and SCP-3960-4 "Johnny". Interviewed: SCP-3960-2 "Lula" Interviewer: Researcher Richard Andrews Foreword: The interview took place as part of the initial containment screenings of the animate SCP-3960 instances. SCP-3960-2 was the most pristine animate instance of SCP-3960 recovered by the Foundation. <Begin Log> Andrews: Good morning, SCP-3960-2. Andrews quickly checks over paperwork Or, perhaps I should say Lula. I'm Researcher Andrews, I would like to ask you a few questions. 3960-2: Lula is my name, yes. Tammy gave it to me. Isn't it a lovely name? Andrews: I suppose so. Tammy was your creator? 3960-2: More than that - she was my best friend! The best friend anyone could ever have! Andrews: That's quite a claim. What did you and Tammy use to do together? 3960-2: We practiced soccer. It was so much fun. Tammy was so good at it! Andrews: Aren't you a little small for that to be practical? 3960-2: Well… a bit… but I still packed enough of a punch to return the ball. Besides, Tammy really didn't have a lot of kids to practice with, which is why she made me. Andrews: I see. What else did you and Tammy do together? 3960-2: What do you mean? Andrews: I mean, she had you around for things besides soccer practice, didn't she? 3960-2: Tammy made me to help her with soccer, and so I did that. What else could anyone ask for? Andrews: Well, let me rephrase, what did you do when you weren't playing soccer? 3960-2: Tammy kept me in a little box in her closet. It was so nice and cozy, like a little bed. I'd wait there until it was soccer time again. Sometimes I'd get so excited just thinking about our next practice session. Andrews: She just kept you in a box? 3960-2: Of course. That way she wouldn't lose me. It's a really smart idea. Andrews: But that's not much of an existence. Didn't that get boring? 3960-2: Nope. I just stayed put and looked forward to our next session. Its what Tammy wanted. Andrews: So… you just sat in the dark waiting for her to get you? 3960-2: Well, not always. Sometimes I was a bit naughty, and I'd sneak out and watch her do homework, or cuddle with her when she slept. It took a lot of skill to make sure she didn't wake up or get disturbed. The last thing she needed was me pestering her. Andrews: But if you were her friend, why would it bother her if you were around? 3960-2: It didn't bother her that I was around so much as it caught her off guard. I mean, if you placed your pen in a desk, and found it in your pocket later, you'd be a little creeped out too. One time I spooked her and she threw me against the closet door. SCP-3960-2 giggles to itself. 3960-2: Guess that serves me right for not staying put. SCP-3960-2 pauses and looks toward the door. 3960-2: Speaking of not staying put, will it be possible for me to get back to her soon? I don't want her to think I'm a bad friend. I must have missed a hundred practices by now. Andrews: I'll see what I can do. That'll be all for now, Lula. <End Log> + Interview SCP-3960-3 - Interview SCP-3960-3 The following interview was conducted as part of SCP-3960-3's initial containment proceedings. Similar interviews were conducted for SCP-3960-1 "Gizmo", SCP-3960-2 "Lula", and SCP-3960-4 "Johnny". Interviewed: SCP-3960-3 "Dungeon Master" Interviewer: Researcher Roland Ferro Foreword: The interview took place as part of the initial containment screenings of the animate SCP-3960 instances. SCP-3960-3 was the most damaged unit recovered, with several gashes across its body and a functionless left arm. <Begin Log> Ferro: Afternoon. I'm Researcher Ferro. What may I call you? 3960-3: My friend Leo called me, "Dungeon Master" or "DM" for short. I would prefer it if you'd respect his wishes and did the same. Ferro: Dungeon Master, huh? Did you dungeon master? 3960-3: Among other things. Leo liked to play games. Dungeons and Dragons was a favorite. He didn't have anyone else to play with. Ferro: Would you say Leo designed you to be good at board games then? Do you know what traits he instilled in you during assembly? 3960-3: No more than your parents knew what traits you'd have when they conceived you. Ferro: Fair enough. Would you mind telling me more about Leo? 3960-3: I'd love to talk about Leo. He was a great friend. Smart, shy, creative. Board games always brought out the best in him. Always made him happy. Ferro: You don't seem to have a shortage of nice things to say about him. 3960-3: He was my best friend. Of course not. Ferro: Even though he tried to destroy you? SCP-3960-3 pauses. 3960-3: I don't know what you are talking about. Ferro: DM, your left arm doesn't work. You have gashes all over your torso. We even have an email from one of your creators that said Leo tried to destroy you. Why would he do that? SCP-3960-3 looks down at the ground for several moments Ferro: …DM? 3960-3: Are you a religious man, Researcher Ferro? Ferro: Not particularly, no. 3960-3: One of Leo's mother's friends is. One night, after Leo went to bed I overheard them talking. They were in a bit of a debate. Leo's mother asks "If God wants the love of his creations, but makes them so they can choose to not love him, why does He then punish them when they don't make the choice he wants. Wouldn't it be less cruel to make them so they have to love Him? That's kind of like a potter punishing the pottery when he doesn't make them correctly." 3960-3: She responded with "What kind of love do you get when you create something just to love you? Wouldn't that be a kind of hollow love? You'd probably grow to resent it after a while." 3960-3: The problem, Researcher Ferro, is that is the only love I know how to give. Ferro: I see… SCP-3960-3 looks around the room briefly. 3960-3: You won't let me return to Leo, will you? Ferro: Don't you think it's for the best if you don't? 3960-3: Maybe, but I have to try. <End Log> + Interview SCP-3960-4 - Interview SCP-3960-4 The following interview was conducted shortly after SCP-3960-4's construction, during which time it was allowed to interact with other SCP-3960 instances. Interviewed: SCP-3960-4 "Johnny" Interviewer: Agent Beatrice Ross Foreword: The interview took place following a week long period in which SCP-3960-4 was allowed to interact with other instances of SCP-3960 in containment. SCP-3960-4 remains the only instance of SCP-3960 built by the Foundation and was bonded to Agent Beatrice Ross, resident Thaumatologist of MTF Tau-51 ("Urban Brawl"). Personality traits selected for SCP-3960-4 during construction included: Loyal, curious, focused, tenacious, hard-working. <Begin Log> Ross: Hello Johnny. 3960-4: Good afternoon, my friend. Ross: You've been given a long time to socialize with the other Hobby units. I'm here to debrief you on what you discussed together. 3960-4: Not a whole lot, to be honest. We're toys after all. Ross: Maybe, but you are sentient toys. Never underestimate something because it seems mundane. What did you discuss with your fellow Hobby units? 3960-4: Lula and DM are pretty preoccupied with returning to their creators. They didn't have much to say aside from ideas about what they would do if they could get back, and vague ramblings about escape attempts that could not work. Because they are toys. Ross: And Gizmo? 3960-4: Gizmo was more… I guess the word to use would be… interesting? Ross: And how's that? 3960-4: Well, Gizmo didn't have the attachment issues Lula and DM have. A need to get back to their creator. They seemed more introspective than anything else, and that made them interesting to me. Ross: What did you talk with them about? 3960-4: Not much at first. But eventually, they started asking me questions about the Foundation. Why they'd make me if it just meant one more thing to contain later— SCP-3960-4 pauses Ross: I'd take it you'd like an answer to that question, Johnny? 3960-4: I mean, kind of? The Foundation making anomalies to contain anomalies does seem kind of counterproductive. You'd think fighting fire with fire would lead to a larger fire. Ross: Of course. But, sometimes, in order to understand something, and better be able to contain it and protect it, you need to replicate it at least once. You can set smaller, controlled fires, to burn away the hazard and save yourself from a larger blaze. 3960-4: So… I'm a necessary evil? Ross: Do you consider yourself to be evil? 3960-4: Well, no. I don't think there is such a thing as evil. I guess I'm just confused. Ross: And that's understandable, Johnny. The thing to know is that the Foundation replicates, and uses anomalies, on a somewhat frequent basis to aid in containment. There were days in the past where there were hard lines against the practice, but… eh, enough casualties and those things erode. SCP-3960-4 nods in apparent understanding. 3960-4: That reminds me, DM did mention one thing of interest. Well, I found it interesting at least. Ross: Oh yeah, what was that? 3960-4: Are you familiar with the term "theodicy?" Ross: Why does God allow evil to exist? Sure. DM mentioned that? 3960-4: They did. Do you think I should tell them, next time we are allowed to speak, that God allows evil to exist to better understand, and contain it? Ross pauses briefly. Ross: Sure, Johnny. Go right ahead. <End Log> Footnotes 1. "Life to a friend" ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-3960" by Jacob Conwell, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-3960. 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. |
SCP-3961 | euclid | SCP-3961 in its inactive state. Item #: SCP-3961 Special Containment Procedures: The University of Cincinnati College of Law main building is to be locked for the duration of 2400 to 0500 hours. Any student attempting to gain access to the building during these hours is to be turned away, and asked to come back during open hours. At 2400 each day, Foundation agents are to place an imitation of SCP-3961 on the dais it occupies. This imitation is to be removed at 0500 and placed in local secure storage. Any piece of writing modified by SCP-3961 is to be examined for anomalous content and then placed back in its original location. Any original writing produced by SCP-3961 is to be stored in the Site-19 library. Description: SCP-3961 is a bronze statue of the twenty-seventh president of the United States, William Howard Taft. SCP-3961 is located in front of the University of Cincinnati College of Law building, and was placed there in 2007 to celebrate the 175th anniversary of the College, of which Taft was a graduate. From the hours of 2400 to 0500, SCP-3961 will animate and attempt to enter the College of Law building; the means through which it does so is unknown. If SCP-3961 is unable to gain access to the interior of the building, it will instantaneously de-materialize, reappearing within the Dean's office inside. Any attempt to remove SCP-3961 from its current location during its inactive hours will result in it de-materializing at 2400, and reappearing outside the College at 0500. During its active hours, SCP-3961 will patrol the interior of the building, occasionally stopping to write. If SCP-3961 encounters any piece of student writing, it will produce a bronze pen and provide feedback on the work. SCP-3961 is capable of learning, and actively seeks out information on world affairs and legal proceedings. Should SCP-3961 encounter a human during its active state, it will attempt to greet them with a series of hand gestures; SCP-3961 is believed to be unable to vocalize. Any individual that expresses a need or desire for information pertaining to law will be escorted to the College library, where SCP-3961 will assist them with locating any related books or materials. Once a year, on April 28th, SCP-3961 will leave a collection of papers on the desk of the current College Dean1. These papers will list all law students expected to graduate that year, and include encouraging personal statements for each student. Addendum: 09/27/2010 SCP-3961 Active State 2400: SCP-3961 animates, and enters the building through the front door, holding the door open for waiting Foundation agents, who lock it behind them. 2400-0100: SCP-3961 wanders the hallways, stopping to examine portraits of William Howard Taft, occasionally making dismissive gestures at particular instances. 0100-0300: SCP-3961 spends several hours writing out a series of lectures titled "Beyond the White House: President Taft as Chief Justice", in which it discusses Taft's tenure as Chief Justice of the Supreme Court. Written content is noticeably more emotionally-charged than SCP-3961's usual writings. 0300: SCP-3961 reads from multiple books on American history. 0400: SCP-3961 attempts to photo-copy several papers, but expresses visible frustration with the photocopier. Agent Baker assists SCP-3961 with making the copies, after which he is given a gentle pat on the back. 0500: SCP-3961 exits the building and approaches its dais. Agents remove the imitation statue, and SCP-3961 takes its place. Before SCP-3961 enters its inactive state, it makes a slight bowing gesture towards the agents. Addendum: On September 15,2 2010, SCP-3961 deviated from its normal routine and attempted to enter the nearest campus mess hall. After being let in by Agents Baker and Pastor it proceeded to gather a series of ingredients, which it used to bake a small chocolate cake. Upon finishing, SCP-3961 cut the cake in half, giving each agent a piece. When Agent Baker attempted to give SCP-3961 a portion, it made several 'refusal' hand gestures before pointing to its stomach. SCP-3961 now repeats this behavior annually. Footnotes 1. A position William Howard Taft held from 1896 to 1900 2. The date of Taft's birthday ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-3961" by Toa_Vine, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-3961. 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 # Filename: taft Name: hhttp://scp-wiki.wdfiles.com/local—files/scp-3961/taft Author: Toa_Vine License: CC-BY-SA Source Link: http://scp-wiki.wdfiles.com/local--files/scp-3961/taft |
SCP-3962 | safe | SCP-3962 following initial acquisition, displaying the bald eagle head manifestation Item #: SCP-3962 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3962 is to be held in a standard containment locker at Site-17, and may only be removed for testing purposes by personnel of Level 3 clearance or higher. Description: SCP-3962 is a flute composed of cedarwood measuring 66 centimeters in length. SCP-3962 is believed to have originated from the Dene'gohida1 people between 700 and 300 BCE. SCP-3962’s anomalous properties manifest when it is used to play certain musical pieces. 10 pieces capable of inducing these properties have been discovered (see Addendum 3962.2), each taking between 20 and 50 seconds to play. Once an individual (hereafter referred to as the subject), completes one of these pieces, a wooden animal head of variable appearance will manifest at the head of SCP-3962. The species of the animal head manifested is dependent on which piece is played. Upon the completion of the musical piece, the subject will temporarily gain certain abilities relating to the animal head manifested. The subject will not undergo any physical alterations during this process, but will gain abilities that anatomically normal humans would not naturally be capable of. For example, the performance of the musical piece associated with the bald eagle (Haliaeetus leucocephalus) manifestation grants subjects the ability to fly by rapidly waving their arms despite lacking wings and feathers. These effects generally last between 20 and 30 minutes, after which the subject will lose their anomalous abilities, and the wooden animal head will dematerialize. SCP-3962 was donated to the ████████████ Museum of Natural History by an unknown benefactor on 02/08/1979, where it remained until 05/12/2015 when it was forcefully abducted by PoI-3962-12. This was when SCP-3962’s anomalous properties were first observed, as PoI-3962-1 used the bald eagle manifestation to aerially escape capture. After 4 days of pursuit, SCP-3962 and PoI-3962-1 were successfully apprehended by Foundation personnel. Addendum 3962.1: Interview Log 05/17/2015 Forward: The following interview was conducted shortly after PoI-3962-1’s apprehension in order to ascertain his relationship to SCP-3962, as well as the nature of SCP-3962’s anomalous properties. Due to PoI-3962-1’s refusal to speak to any researcher not of Native American ancestry, Dr. Locklear3 was assigned to perform this interview and all subsequent testing involving SCP-3962 and PoI-3962-1. Dr. Locklear: Good afternoon, Mr. Brooks. PoI-3962-1: [pauses] You're one of my people? Dr. Locklear: Not exactly. My ancestors were from the Cherokee nation, and from what I understand you are a descendant of the Dene'gohida people. PoI-3962-1: [shrugs] Agasesdi extends his hand to you regardless. We are all united in our mission. Dr. Locklear: I see, and who is this Agasesdi? PoI-3962-1: Agasesdi, 'The Watcher'. He is the spirit who protects and embodies my people. [PoI-3962-1 gestures to its left] Dr. Locklear: I see. Does this Agasesdi have anything to do with your attempt to steal this item? [Dr. Locklear shows a photograph of SCP-3962] PoI-3962-1: You can't steal what is rightfully yours. I thought a brother such as yourself would understand that. This flute was created by Agasesdi as a gift to my people, as a way for us to summon him and the other spirits, so that they may impart their gifts on us in times of need. Taking it back from those soulless collectors was the only way to further our mission. Dr. Locklear: And what is this mission, exactly? PoI-3962-1: To revive the glory of the Dene'gohida people. Right now, I am Agasesdi's only connection to this world. He is weak, nearly dying, and bound solely to my presence. But by teaching the secrets of the flute to other indigenous people, the Dene'gohida nation will be reborn. We will drive out those who took what was is ours, and Agasesdi's presence will once again cover every corner of our land. Dr. Locklear: I see. I believe that is all the time we have for today, unfortunately. Would you be willing to meet with me again at a later date and teach me how to use the flute? PoI-3962-1: Gladly. I will spread all of Agasesdi's knowledge onto you, and you will be the first in a new generation of my people! With you working on the inside, we will dismantle this organization of conquerors, and all other organizations like it, in the name of Agasesdi! END TRANSCRIPT EDIT: Dr. Locklear has stated that he has no intention of working toward PoI-3962-1's goals. However, in order to maintain cooperation, Dr. Locklear has been ordered to neither confirm or deny his support of Agasesdi's mission when conversing with PoI-3962-1. PoI-3962-1 will meet with Dr. Locklear on a weekly basis and give instructions on the proper use of SCP-3962. Addendum 3962.2: SCP-3962 Experiment Log The following musical pieces were performed by D-Class personnel using instructions gathered from PoI-3962-1 by Dr. Locklear. Each song has been given an alphabetical designation. Designation Song Title Organism Displayed Results SCP-3962-A Wotjou'san Ugisadv Bald Eagle (Haliaeetus leucocephalus) Subject exhibited the ability of flight, as well as increased incisiveness of the fingers and toes (no anatomical differences to the sharpness of these digits were noted) Subject made vocalizations resembling those of an eagle. SCP-3962-B Muwin Ulanigida Grizzly Bear (Ursus arctos) Subject displayed increased strength, increased incisiveness of fingers and toes. SCP-3962-C Ayohihv Ayohuhisdi Maxa'xak Copperhead (Agkistrodon contortrix) The subject was asked to bite into a domestic goat (Capra aegagrus hircus), which was inserted into the testing chamber. The goat developed lethal thrombosis and renal failure, and died shortly thereafter4. SCP-3962-D Kamama Gola Woolly Mammoth (Mammuthus primigenius) No traits manifested. Subject experienced debilitating migraines for 27 minutes. SCP-3962-E Tsula Galegv Red Fox (Vulpes vulpes) Subject displayed increased speed and agility, increased olfactory sensitivity, the ability to climb rough vertical surfaces such as trees. SCP-3962-F Awi Usdi Gatsanula Elk (Cervus canadensis) Subject displayed increased strength, speed, and agility. SCP-3962-G Piasa Asegi Unknown. Appears to be a humanoid with antlers and an enlarged lower jaw. No traits manifested. Subject experienced debilitating migraines for 29 minutes. SCP-3962-H Atalesdi Cipelahq Great Horned Owl (Bubo virginianus) Subject exhibited the ability of flight, as well as increased nocturnal vision and increased incisiveness of fingers and toes. SCP-3962-I Gaasyendietha Atsilv Unknown. Appears to be a horned reptilian organism. No traits manifested. Subject experienced debilitating migraines for 26 minutes. SCP-3962-J Agasesdi Dene'gohida Human male (Homo sapiens). Head appears to be frowning. Subject was unresponsive to external stimuli for 28 minutes. Following the event, the subject recalled experiencing the collective memories of several individuals from the Dene'gohida tribe. These memories covered several generations of Dene'gohida history, starting in approximately 2,300 BCE and ending with the birth of PoI-3962-1. The subject also displayed detailed knowledge of the Dene'gohida language, as well as certain religious and medicinal practices performed only by the Dene'gohida people. Addendum 3962.2: Incident Report 08/26/2015 On 08/26/2015, during a meeting between PoI-3962-1 and Dr. Locklear, PoI-3962-1 performed a musical piece on SCP-3962 that it claimed to have not yet demonstrated. However, PoI-3962-1 instead performed SCP-3962-B. Before this discrepancy could be noticed, PoI-3962-1 used the resultant abilities to incapacitate the security personnel stationed within the cell. PoI-3962-1 then pinned Dr. Locklear to the southern wall of the cell, shouting numerous expletives and claiming that Dr. Locklear had betrayed him by "teaching the songs of the spirits to [their] oppressors". Dr. Locklear sustained only minor injuries during this conflict. PoI-3962-1 exited the cell shortly thereafter, utilizing multiple SCP-3962 musical pieces to evade capture for 2 hours and 54 minutes before being successfully detained by armed security personnel. While being escorted back to his containment cell, PoI-3962-1 whispered something inaudibly to his left, then bit into his right forearm. PoI-3962-1 is believed to have been under the effects of SCP-3962-C during this time, as he died from lethal thrombosis shortly thereafter. PoI-3962-1's remains were observed to be non-anomalous and were buried in an undisclosed location. Following this incident, it was discovered that performing the musical piece designated SCP-3962-J no longer activated its original effects, instead inducing severe migraines in test subjects for 20 to 30 minutes. Footnotes 1. A Native American tribe originating in the northeastern United States that was declared culturally extinct in 1907. 2. A 24-year-old male by the name of Julian Brooks, and the only known living individual of full Dene'gohida heritage. 3. A Foundation researcher of Cherokee ancestry specializing in anomalous artifacts of indigenous American origin. 4. 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SCP-3963 | safe | SCP-3963: I Contain Multitudes Author: S D Locke I am Legion, for I am many. Other works by S D Locke! SCPs S. D. Locke's Proposal Rating: 2622 SCP-5999 Rating: 1720 SCP-3280 Rating: 664 SCP-783 Rating: 586 SCP-2193 Rating: 528 SCP-3980 Rating: 523 SCP-1661 Rating: 281 SCP-2923 Rating: 243 SCP-2385 Rating: 236 SCP-3963 Rating: 227 SCP-4910 Rating: 226 SCP-8246 Rating: 171 SCPs Ihp/Locke Proposal Rating: 563 SCP-7676 Rating: 439 SCP-012-EX Rating: 203 SCP-7427 Rating: 144 SCP-5311 Rating: 136 SCP-6430 Rating: 126 SCP-7932 Rating: 103 SCP-6110 Rating: 89 Tales Not Fade Away Rating: 353 Reap What You Sew Rating: 107 Paradigm Shift Rating: 87 A Reason To Die Rating: 47 And Then I Died IV - Series 2 Rating: 33 Tales Heart and Sol Rating: 216 Slothcon Rating: 91 From Above Rating: 35 GOI Formats SPC-173 Rating: 301 SPC-2935 Rating: 153 LTE-2712-Bosch Rating: 153 P'rantortiz the Vile Rating: 139 GOI Formats ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Notice to all staff: This file is currently pending a rewrite as of Incident-SCP-3963-1 (attached). Item Number: SCP-3963 Special Containment Procedures: Item is to be stored in Containment Locker #963, within Site-51 Site-120, and is to be handled solely through the use of machines outside of testing. Only D-Class may interact with SCP-3963 directly. Description: SCP-3963 is a pendant consisting of a 2-ply laid rope made from a currently-unidentified plant fiber and a translucent emerald-green piece of jadeite, cut into the form of a spiral; presumed to be intended as a piece of jewelry. Humans who come into contact with or otherwise handle SCP-3963, even with the aid of protective garments or tools, disappear instantaneously. Humans who vanish in this fashion appear in SCP-3963-A, though they are still able to be heard and spoken to by those in SCP-3963's vicinity. Communication in this fashion can only be achieved with the last subject that comes into contact with SCP-3963. SCP-3963-A is a fully-organic locale, presumed to be extradimensional. Subjects have reported a variety of environments, making mapping of the region difficult. Subjects typically complain of a sharp pain at a random location in their body upon manifesting in SCP-3963-A. The object was discovered by civilian archaeologists, at a dig site thirty meters South of the Temple of Kukulcan, in Yucatan, Mexico. Two members of the dig were lost exploring a newly-uncovered chamber, with the remaining parties reporting their absence and subsequent ethereal communications to local authorities; Agents Went and Castillo were dispatched to investigate. The anomalous properties of the object were discovered once Agent Castillo made contact with SCP-3963, which was later recovered with the use of an explosives ordinance disposal robot. The surviving members of the dig were made to sign non-disclosure agreements, with one Professor Diaz electing instead to become inducted as a level one Foundation employee; and a suitable cover story involving a cave-in was disseminated to the public. Agent Castillo was able to divulge little information regarding SCP-3963-A, describing the area in which he was in as foul-smelling and wet. He also complained of difficulty in breathing since his arrival. The Agent was instructed to remain still and await retrieval, and replied that he was also stuck in unknown foreign matter, and could not free himself. Initial testing took place to discern the nature of SCP-3963, and to determine the possibility of recovering Agent Castillo and the lost civilians. Testing Log: Test 1: Subject: D-963-Z Summary: All audio/video and GPS devices ceased transmitting upon the subject's disappearance, along with three meters of cable attached to the subject's harness. Subject complained of abdominal pain upon manifestation within SCP-3963-A. She reported appearing in a large, "fleshy", ovoid-shaped chamber; which extended upwards past the what could be illuminated by her flashlight. The chamber was described as soft to the touch. The subject experienced difficulty traversing the terrain due to a rhythmic expansion and contraction of the area. Subject claimed to be alone, and incapable of finding an exit. D-963-Z was instructed to climb the walls of the area to find a means of escape. Thirty minutes into her ascent, subject began shouting expletives, and relayed to the team that she had lost her grip. Subject was heard screaming for twelve seconds before stopping abruptly - after this point only muffled vocalizations could be heard. Notes: Communications from Agent Castillo were noted to become absent upon D-963-Z's interaction with SCP-3963. Test 2: Subject: D-963-Y Summary: Subject was heard gagging and vomiting for several minutes before she could compose herself. Subject reported appearing face-down in a wet shaft, barely large enough to move in. She could not reach her flashlight to see, but described the area as having a foul stench. Test aborted after twenty minutes of failed effort from the subject in freeing herself. Notes: As with the previous test, vocalizations from the previous entrant ceased when the current subject disappeared. Description revised. Test 3: Subject: D-963-X Summary: N/A. Subject seemingly made an attempt to speak, but produced an incoherent mumble before falling silent. Test 4: Subject: D-963-W Summary: Subject screamed upon entering SCP-3963-A, and repeatedly begged for assistance. Subject claimed that he was being held aloft in a tight cavity that fully inhibited movement. Subject reportedly experienced difficulty in breathing, and ceased responding after two minutes - presumably expiring due to compressive asphyxia. Test 5: Subject: D-963-V Summary: N/A. Notes: Test terminated due to budget concerns and gross waste of D-Class personnel. Incident Log: During transport of SCP-3963, its rope snapped, and the object fell to the ground. It shattered upon impact. Instantaneously, a middle-aged male appeared. He was wearing a highly-stylized pati and feathered headdress typical of Mayan royalty. The man appeared confused, and balked at his surroundings for approximately thirty seconds. He began to scream, and tore at his clothing. A large bulge began to form on his chest. Doctor D. Asheworth approached the individual to offer his assistance. The bulge swelled rapidly and ruptured in a violent manner - the force of which destroyed the individual's upper body, killing him and knocking D. Asheworth to the ground. A young woman, covered head-to-toe in bile and blood, was seen to be ejected from the wound. She managed to climb to her feet with assistance from D. Asheworth, whom she thanked repeatedly in Spanish. As D. Asheworth contacted medical personnel, the woman doubled-over. Her stomach rapidly became engorged and ruptured. The resulting explosion killed her, showered D. Asheworth in viscera and knocked him to the ground. The corpse of an unidentified male who exhibited corrosive burns over the entirety of his body was produced from this explosion. As the corpse lay on the ground, its lower-back swelled and burst, producing Agent Castillo, who appeared shaken. His lower-body was noted to be caked in fecal matter. Agent Castillo recognized D. Asheworth, and pleaded for his assistance. The Agent crawled on all fours towards D. Asheworth, who crawled away, attempting to distance himself from the Agent. The Agent began to hyperventilate, and clutched his chest - out from which exploded D-963-Z. D-963-Z's trajectory through the air caused her to land on top of D. Asheworth, who was unable to free himself before the D-Class's abdomen swelled between the two personnel, exploded, and produced D-963-Y; who inadvertently kicked D. Asheworth in the face upon her sudden appearance. D. Asheworth managed to stand and distance himself from the D-Class - who shouted obscenities and swore vengeance upon the personnel who had signed her up for testing with SCP-3963. She brandished the flashlight that had been assigned to her on her exploration as a weapon, and approached D. Asheworth in a threatening manner. The corpse of D-963-X suddenly exploded out from her genital area - killing her instantly. D-963-X's head rapidly swelled and produced the corpse of D-963-W, who appeared to have bits of brain-matter about his person. Security and medical personnel arrived at this time. Personnel kept their distance from D-963-W's corpse, before Doctor Riviera informed them via intercom that D-963-W was the last subject to have been exposed to SCP-3963, and that the danger had subsided. As cleanup operations began, D-963-W's corpse underwent changes similar to his predecessors. The subject's body exploded, producing a humanoid creature. It stood at approximately 5 meters tall, and was covered in a jet-black keratinous substance. It possessed claws, a pair of large, curled horns, and a pair of webbed wings. This creature shrieked at personnel upon manifesting, and lashed out with its claws in an aggressive manner. It darted across the room, knocking D. Asheworth out of its way and fracturing two of his ribs. It fell to its knees at the remains of SCP-3963, and swiftly began scooping the constituent pieces together into a pile, screaming the entire time and exhibiting panic. After twelve seconds of unsuccessfully piecing SCP-3963 back together, the entity let out a loud, sustained shriek, and spontaneously combusted, leaving only a pile of ashes on the floor. Due to his proximity to the creature during its combustion, D. Asheworth's eyebrows were singed off. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-3963" by S D Locke, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-3963. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Footnotes 1. Personnel are to be reminded that there is no Site-5. |
SCP-3964 | euclid | Item #: SCP-3964 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3964 has been walled off by the Foundation and all records of its existence have been removed. A small space beneath SCP-3964 has been excavated and converted into Site-██-B with access available only to authorized personnel. All personnel assigned to Site-██-B must first pass a psychiatric screening1 before being permitted access to the site. Anyone who has not undergone the screening process is barred from Site-██-B unless permitted otherwise by the Senior Researcher for testing purposes. Re-screenings are mandatory and must be given once every two weeks to avoid incident, or if there is cause to believe additional screenings are necessary; at which time the suspected personnel(s) will be redirected to the psych ward to be evaluated. A therapist must be available on-site at all times. Direct access to SCP-3964 must be monitored at all times. In the event that an unauthorized personnel or civilian enters Site-██-B, they are to be detained and administered a Class-A amnestic. They may then be released back into the public. If they manage to gain access to SCP-3964, depending if anomalous activity is observed and subject survives, amnestics Classes A through D are authorized for use after detainment and debriefing. They may then be released back into the public. ███████ Community College and its library will remain open for the perceivable future. No anomalous activities have been observed outside of the western library stairwell. Nonetheless, the eastern stairwell, and in extension, all stairwells present on campus, are to be kept under constant surveillance. Description: SCP-3964 is a library stairwell, located at ███████ Community College, that functions as designed under normal circumstances. When any person with a prior history of significant suicidal ideation (henceforth referred to as an SCP-3964-2 instance) enters SCP-3964, it will activate and transport the SCP-3964-2 instance to SCP-3964-1. Individuals without suicidal thoughts and tendencies will pass through SCP-3964 without incident. SCP-3964-1 is a pocket dimension consisting of a single stairwell, without a discovered exit. No lower or upper limit to SCP-3964-1 has been found. When an individual enters SCP-3964-1, they will remain in the extradimensional space until they choose to jump from the railing of the stairwell. In most cases, this results in the SCP-3964-2 instance to fall to their death. To date, there have been █ recorded exceptions to this rule. SCP-3964-1 contains the means to indefinitely sustain basic human needs. Each floor is equipped with a bathroom, water fountain, and a snack vending machine. Vending machines operate normally and still require monetary input to dispense product. Instances of SCP-3964-2 have been recorded to use blunt force to break the protective glass to obtain food in the absence of money. Time within SCP-3964-1 behaves in an inconsistent manner. The amount of time experienced by instances of SCP-3964-2 within the extradimensional space does not appear to correlate with the amount of time they are perceived to spend on the stairwell by outside observers. Additionally, testing has revealed physical signs of aging relative to the amount of time perceived by SCP-3964-2 instances, as opposed to expected aging rates in normal spacetime. Addendum.1: The first record of anomalous behavior is traced to [DATA EXPUNGED] after the opening of the campus. It is unknown whether this incident was the cause of or a consequence of SCP-3964. The civilian student involved had jumped to his death from the top of the stairwell. The cause of death was severe head trauma, consistent with a fall of 25 meters2. Investigation revealed a history of depression. Similar cases followed for ██ years after the initial incident. Witnesses describe the suicides as “spontaneous” and “unexpected”, but the Foundation had no evidence to suspect that this might be a site of an anomaly. After several years, SCP-3964 was being referred to as the "Suicide Staircase" by the student body. SCP-3964 first came to the attention of the Foundation following Incident-3964-1. A caucasian woman (designated SCP-3964-2-A) was observed to have used SCP-3964 to walk from the first floor to the second landing where she then jumped and landed unharmed on the floor below. In attempts to describe the experience to others a field agent assigned to the area learned of the SCP-3964-2-A's experience within SCP-3964-1 and notified the Foundation. SCP-3964-2-A was then detained, debriefed, and given a Class-C amnestic before release. A notebook recording her experiences of her time in SCP-3964-1 was collected for study along with her cellphone and other belonging. Afterwards, the Foundation bricked off SCP-3964 and built Site-██-B. + Transcription of notebook confiscated after Incident-3964-1 - Close Transcription I don’t know where I am. I mean… This shouldn’t be possible right? I was only trying to get to the second floor of the library and now I’m stuck in some endless loop of stairs. It’s been about an hour that I’ve been walking around and nothing. It’s just endless floor after floor. When I lean over the edge it just seems to stretch on forever and ever in both directions and I get this weird pull in my gut. You know, that weird feeling you get standing super close to the edge that just kinda whispers “jump”? It’s unnerving so I’m going to stay away from the edge from now on. I honestly don’t know what I’m going to do. I’ve tried the doors on either side of each floor but they’re all locked. This is scary. Which is why I guess I’m writing in you. There’s no reception in here either. There’s nothing here except the thoughts in my head. I keep thinking I’m going to run into someone, that I’ll hear someone. Sometimes I think I do hear something but it’s just silent. But like a loud silence ya know? Heavy and stuff. It doesn’t help that it feels air conditioned in here despite the fact that I haven’t seen a single vent or air conditioner. I tried shouting but my voice just echoes on until it fades away. That’s a little spooky so I don't think I’ll try it again. Besides, what would I even do if someone answered? Something? I don’t even want to think about it. This place doesn’t feel natural, it obviously isn’t, so I don’t want to push my luck. I also think I’m going to start counting floors. Idk how many floors I’ve already walked down so I’m just going to count this as number 1 and go from there. I’ll start heading up again since going down doesn’t seem to be working. Notes: We suspect SCP-3964-2-A was walking down in an attempt to find where she entered. At the bottom of the page she drew the number 1 in bubble-letter font. I’m on floor 206, it’s been 6 hours, and my phone battery is going to die soon but I’m dying of boredom. I decided to just fuck it and play a few games but that drained my battery a lot. I probably shouldn’t have done that because I just realized there aren’t any clocks in here and my phone is my only source of telling time. And even though counting the floors and hours is making me crazy I think it’ll be even worse without knowing the time. I’m so fucking stupid. I’m just going to leave it on low battery mode and hope for the best. I doubt it’ll survive another 6 hours though. I’m also super exhausted. It’s about 8 o’clock now and I got up at like 4 and all this walking is tiring. Maybe whatever trapped me in here is trying to make me exercise? Well. Whatever it is I don’t really want to go to sleep. And there isn’t even anything suitable to sleep on. I guess I could collect a bunch of paper towels from each floor and make a bed? But what if something creeps up on me while I’m sleeping? I doubt I could sleep anyways. I guess… I’ll just keep walking until I pass out from exhaustion. There’s nothing better to do. Notes: At the bottom of the page she drew a rococo-styled 206. The next few pages are filled with miscellaneous doodles. I think I’m going to die in here. I finally gave up last night and slept in one of the bathrooms, which was the only place I could turn off the damn lights. I did collect a bunch of paper towels and made a bed and used my jacket and backpack as well. It’s about 3 in the morning now and I can’t sleep anymore. I still feel exhausted but my mind won’t let me rest. I’m also starving. I just realized that I didn’t eat last night. I guess the good thing is that nothing has attacked me yet which either means there’s nothing but me in here or whatever is out there is trying to lull me into a sense of comfort. I’m honestly not sure which I would prefer at this point. I just wish if there really is some monster it’ll just get it over with an kill me now. All this waiting is unbearable. There’s a vending machine on every floor, all with the same snacks (there are some tuna salad sandwiches so that’s good), but I don’t have that much cash on me. If I don’t get out of here today I’ll just have to smash them open with something. There are a few fire extinguishers around so I’ll probably just use one of those or something. At least there’s water fountains so I don’t dehydrate but apparently even in weird limbo spaces water fountains are still disgusting as hell. Notes: She drew a swirly 257 at the bottom of this page. Our lab found traces of bread crumbs suggesting she ate while reading this over. This is floor 413… I think. I’m starting to lose track. The silence and the cold air is numbing my mind. I might’ve skipped counting a few floors or lost count somewhere. I can’t be sure. I have a sharpie so I think I’ll start writing the floor numbers on the water fountains because it’s a shiny eye catching place. Maybe I should leave little messages if anyone else gets stuck here? I hope no one else gets stuck in here but I mean… I might as well right? It’s not like I’ve got anything better to do. Notes: She drew an interesting looking 413 at the bottom of the page, next to a small doodle of some cartoon character wearing triangular sunglasses. Dr. Robert informs me that this is a reference to something called Homestuck. SOMEONE ELSE WAS HERE. They left a note! It’s written in lipstick on the mirror in the bathroom which is a little disconcerting but it means I’m not the only one! I took a picture of it on my phone, which is now at 3%, but I think it was still a worthy use of the battery life. I wish I remembered to bring my charger this morning. It occurred to me while I was eating breakfast that the vending machines use outlets. But I don’t have my charger anyways so the point is moot. Anyways, the note reads “Fuck this sexist place. No tampons.” Which I assume is referring to the fact that the girls bathroom is on the other side of the library and this is the boys bathroom and whoever wrote it was probably on her period. Yikes. Good thing my flow just ended a few weeks ago so that’s not a problem for me. At least… I hope it doesn’t become a problem. I won’t be here that long will I? No no. I won’t. I’ll find a way out. I know I will. I’m on floor 474 right now. Maybe 500 will be my lucky number? Only one way to find out. I’ll look for more clues along the way since that was the only note she left on this floor. Notes: She wrote “1/474 not enough tampons” at the bottom of the page. Dr. Robert is laughing. Edit: It has been confirmed that a picture of the described message was found on the collected cellphone. So I’m officially out of cash. I’ve passed floor 500 if you were curious. Probably not because you’re just a notebook. I’ve never broken something before but I guess there’s no real good time to begin a life a vandalism. I want that 3 musketeers really bad, and yes, I’m totally willing to smash open a vending machine to get it. Whatever entity that’s keeping me here can go and suck it. If it’s going to withhold chocolate from me like this then I’m going to have no qualms about breaking it’s shit. Here goes nothing. Notes: At the bottom of the page she wrote the number 621. My phone is dead. I’m getting really tired so I’m going to assume it’s night. I’m currently on floor 730 so I guess I’ll call it quits for the day. I just decided to fuck it and eat a bunch of candy bars for dinner, which in hindsight probably wasn’t the best idea. Now I’m cold, numb, and my throat feels like acid. None of the doors work but I’ve been checking them at every floor. At least I hope I haven’t forgotten one. Wouldn’t that be a kicker? The one exit that actually works and I blanked past it. Probably not but it’s a depressing thought.I haven’t found anymore notes from that woman. I wonder if she’s still stuck in here. Anyways. I should get to bed. I’ve got another busy day of just… Walking up stairs. Forever. Maybe I should just jump and end it all lol. Well. Goodnight book. Notes: She doodled a bunch of snakes in the shape of the number 730. Floor number 800. Nothing. Notes: N/A Floor number 900. Nothing. Notes: N/A Floor number 1000. Nothing. What a surprise. Notes: N/A Fuck me. I smashed open another vending machine and cut my hand on a piece of glass. I’m such a fucking stupid clutz. It hurts really bad and there aren’t any medkits in the bathrooms. I just bandaged it up with some paper towels. Can I get an infection in here? So far there doesn’t seem to be anything else alive besides me. Who knows. Who fucking cares. Hurts like a fucking bitch though. Notes: No floor number was written on this page. But there are a few blood smears. This entry brings up an interesting experiment about microbial life within SCP-3964-1 to be explored later. I can’t believe I didn’t think of it sooner. I grabbed one of my pens and dropped it off the side of the railing. I know I said I was going to stay away from the edge but I had to watch it fall. I’m not sure what I was expecting really. The sound of impact probably but it never came. The pen just… Kept falling until it was just a speck and until I couldn’t see it altogether. I wonder if it’s still falling. I wonder if I would just keep falling forever if I jumped. It would probably be better than this endless wandering around that’s for sure. I think the silence is getting to me. Notes: She wrote 1242 at the bottom of the page. The next dozen or so pages are just doodles and some short poems. I can’t say how long I’ve been in here. It feels like forever but it can’t have been more than like 3 days. I’m starting to feel tired again which means it must be night. Not that day cycles even exist in this hell hole. Maybe that’s what it is. I died or something and I’ve gone to hell. I’m an atheist so that puts a real damper on things if that’s true. Or maybe it’s BECAUSE I’m an atheist that I’m stuck here. Damned here. Whatever. Anyways. Day 3 stuck in hell/purgatory over. Notes: A the bottom she wrote 1278. It is unclear whether a short amount of time had passed between the last entry and this one or if she had just stopped for a while to draw. I suspect the latter is true. Today I woke up and just laid there for hours. I tried to imagine I was just at home in the darkness but the hard tile floors make it a little hard to put myself into that fantasy. Also my house doesn’t have air conditioning so there’s that. At the very least, turning the bathroom lights off and closing the door makes me feel like I’m blanketed in shadows. I just laid there in the dark, listening to my crying echo around the room. It’s somewhat comforting.In the dark the walls around me don’t have to exist. Or they can be as small as I want. I’ve never been claustrophobic before but I wonder if I will be if I ever get out of here… There’s a steady ringing in my ear that I’m not sure is real or not. I started noticing it a little yesterday but it’s pretty apparent now. It’s like a static noise, high pitched and almost inaudible. Like overtones in music. I’m probably imagining it which doesn’t really help me feel better at all. Anyways, I did eventually get up and keep walking. My little crying self-pity session helped me gain some energy back. I actually took to running a bunch of floors just to distract myself from thinking too much. It worked pretty well for a while until I stubbed my toe and tripped. I guess that’s why they tell you not to run on stairs. I’m lucky that I didn’t tumble down them and break something. Because that would just take everything home wouldn’t it? Being on an infinite staircase and being unable to walk? I think I’ll just stick to my regular, snail-paced walking from now on. Notes: At the bottom here she doodled the number 1413 and next to it there is a drawing of a character with three buck teeth that Dr. Robert informs me is yet another Homestuck character. I think I see another note. There’s something pinkish-red a dozen or so floors up. I know I said I wouldn’t run again but I’m going to break that rule just this once. Notes: N/A It is another note from the same girl. It’s written on the water fountain right where I write my floor numbers (I wrote this one on the left door), still in that lipstick. It says “I miss Duke”. I wonder if it’s her boyfriend? Or maybe it’s her dog. Both? I get that though. I miss my little brother so much. This is my fourth day here (I think) so he must be worried sick about me. I hope someone picked him up from school when I didn’t show up. I wonder if anyone’s looking for me? Notes: At the bottom here she wrote the number 1548. Edit: Looking into files of SCP-3964’s past victims, one female of Latino descent has been found who had a son named Duke. End of day four. Floor 1600. A nice round number to stop on. I ate a bag of peanuts for breakfast. I don’t know why I did it, because I hate peanuts. Maybe that initial feeling of disgust reminds me that I’m still here. I exist. I’m not crazy. It was something different for once. Or maybe I’m just going crazy. Notes: She wrote the number 1674 at the bottom of the page. What If There Is No Exit?? Notes: This is written in large letters taking up an entire two pages. Nothing else is written. End of day five. Floor 2000. Notes: N/A I found her last note. It’s on floor 2112, not that these numbers even fucking mean anything. God. I’m so angry. Or sad. Both. Everything. My phone is dead too and I just wish… I wish I could’ve taken a picture of her last words. She wrote it on the bathroom mirror again. One word for each of the three mirrors: I’m. Gonna. Jump. Did she make it out??? I mean if she did someone would’ve heard about it right? Or they would just think she was crazy. Maybe she’s still falling? Did she DIE? I don’t know. I don’t know if I want to know. All I know is that I’m actually alone now. This mysterious girl isn’t just a bunch of floors above me. She didn’t find an exit. She just… Gave up. Maybe I should too. Notes: N/A End of day six. Floor 2400. Notes: N/A I should jump. There clearly isn’t an exit anywhere. I doubt there ever will be. I’ve been walking for almost a week now and nothing. I didn’t know isolation could be so harrowing. I keep on hearing that ringing. I keep imagining that someone is calling to me from a far away floor. I know I’m just imagining it but I’m actually going crazy in here. I’ve had nothing to eat but the same dozen of snacks, nothing to sleep on but hard tiles, and nothing to drink besides that disgusting tasting fountain water. I’m sick of it all. If I don’t find an exit in the next 50 floors I’m going to jump. If this is existence then I don’t want to exist anymore. I’m sorry… Notes: The number 2600 is written on the bottom. I’m ten floors away from 50. And I… Gods. I haven’t even told my best friend about this yet. Maybe this is karma. This is some cruel deity granting my wish. Be careful what you wish for right? Well anyways… I’ve been planning my suicide. I doubt that I would’ve gone through with is. Dad is still relying on me. Charlie is still relying on me. If I just left they would be devastated. Charlie would probably kill himself if I did it first. He’s not strong enough to live. So that’s why I didn’t think I would go through with it but like… Maybe that’s why I’m being punished? I didn’t value my life enough so now I HAVE TO kill myself. It’s tempting I’m not going to lie. But… I know that new Star Wars movie was coming out. I really wanted to see how the trilogy ended. Game of thrones’ final season isn’t out yet. I haven’t seen infinity war either. Or the next Spider Man homecoming movie. Or black panther. Lily is graduating in a year too. And Sarah and I haven’t gone to Europe yet like we wanted to. I’m actually kinda scared to take the next ten floors. Does this mean that I don’t actually want to die? Life is so hard. Between Charlie’s depression. Mom and Dad’s divorce. The constant fear of Charlie trying to off himself… Well. I guess I’ll find out in ten floors. Notes: N/A I’m here. Floor 1650. I should’ve waited for a nice 413 reference to off myself to. That would be real poetic. Herein lies ███████ █████, a homestuck even in death. But that’s a lot more floors to go. I guess I could walk back down to 1413 but that’s still like a bunch of floors. I already decided on this floor anyways. Notes: N/A. Ok. I’ve been sitting here for like an hour. I just… I can’t do it. I want to see Charlie again. I want to see Sarah again. I want to hold my dog again. God I miss my dog. I want to live. Notes: N/A So shouting “I want to live” clearly is not the way to do this. I guess jumping is the only real option. But I really really don’t want to die. And I’m terrified of heights. Why did I think suicide via falling was such a good idea in the first place? Besides the point. Ok. I’ve decided. I’m going to jump. But I’m going to pray like hell that I don’t die. So whatever deity is out there or responsible for trapping me in here… I promise that I want to live. So please PLEASE let me survive this. Once I’ve… ya know actually worked up the courage to jump of course. Not like there’s anything better for me to do anyways. Notes: This is the last journal entry. SCP-3964-2-A jumped sometime after writing and landed safely and successfully next to SCP-3964. Addendum.2: Instances of SCP-3964-2 who overcome suicidal ideation may exit SCP-3964-1 without harm and will land next to the library stairwell. Footnotes 1. specifically for depression, anxiety, bipolar disorder, etc. 2. SCP-3964 itself is only three and a half meters tall ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-3964" by thefirecrest, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-3964. 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. |
SCP-3965 | euclid | Location of SCP-3965. Item #: SCP-3965 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3965 is presently monitored by two Series II Quicksilver satellites (for details regarding the Series II Quicksilver, see Document-QS2-Alpha), which are additionally tasked with monitoring SCP-1815. Any change in the activity of SCP-3965 is to be reported to Site-59 immediately. Civilian discovery of SCP-3965 requires implementation of standard media blackout procedures. Embedded agents in major astronomical organizations shall intercept reports concerning SCP-3965 and flag responsible civilians for Class-A amnestic treatment, to be delivered by the first available personnel. SCP-3965-A is to be monitored onsite at Outpost-3965-A by a minimum of two personnel. At least one onsite personnel must be cleared to converse with SCP-3965 by specifications defined in Document-3965-Zūnjìng. Unless emergency provisions are in effect, personnel lacking 3965-Zūnjìng authorization are forbidden from conversing with SCP-3965. If SCP-3965-A produces severe weather, personnel are to report the activity and place Outpost-3965-A into lockdown until the event subsides. Description: SCP-3965 is a vaguely reptilian entity currently located on Mercury. The entity demonstrates morphological elements of Sphenodontidae, Xenodermatidae and Panthera, and is approximately 12km in length, with an average width of 50 meters. SCP-3965 does not breathe, eat, excrete waste or sleep; by its own admission, the entity utilizes solar radiation as a form of sustenance. SCP-3965 is largely dormant, remaining motionless for >95% of documented observation. The entity is sapient and intelligent, and is fluent in numerous terrestrial languages, along with one or more of unknown origin. Former members of Huǒjù zhi Zi ("Children of the Torch")1 on the research team have attested that this unknown language cannot truly be defined as "language" at all, and is in fact more "fundamental" in nature. Document-3965-IL SCP-3965-A. The exact capabilities of SCP-3965 remain untested, largely due to the entity's relatively benign stance with regards to the Foundation. SCP-3965 is designated, at minimum, as a Class VII Thaumaturgic Extraterrestrial Being. SCP-3965-A is an electromagnetic phenomenon in Severnaya Zemlya which outwardly resembles Aurora Borealis, and from which the voice of SCP-3965 is produced. The phenomenon fluctuates in color and intensity with the entity's apparent mood. SCP-3965 is seemingly able to see and hear within the vicinity of SCP-3965-A, allowing for reciprocated communication. During periods in which SCP-3965 is particularly active, SCP-3965-A produces markedly more severe meteorological disturbances. These disturbances include violent electrical snowstorms, and the presence of abnormal transient luminous events (TLEs). These occurrences release varying levels of gamma radiation. Addendum [3965-001]: Discovery SCP-3965 was discovered when a Series I Quicksilver probe monitoring SCP-1815 was re-tasked following the detection of an abnormality on the surface of Mercury. Upon approaching within approximately 200km of SCP-3965, contact with the probe was lost. Forty-eight minutes later, three radio transmissions were received from the vicinity of Mercury by the Quicksilver monitoring station at Site-59, although it is unclear why this transmission was not received by any other facility. The first two messages contained only electromagnetic interference, however, the third transmission contained a complex and repeating series of acoustic tones. It was later determined that this series described a numerical system originating from the Yangshao-Divergent Ethnoreligious Group (YDEG), and corresponded to the approximate geographic coordinates of SCP-3965-A. Upon reaching SCP-3965-A the exploration team was contacted by SCP-3965, which first communicated in a poorly characterized dialect of Old Chinese, followed by present day Chinese, followed by English. Addendum [3965-002]: Site Reconnaissance After the initial contact and evaluation of SCP-3965 and SCP-3965-A, the exploration team conducted a thorough appraisal of the surrounding area. Komsomolets Island is not known to have been inhabited at any point in history, not counting its brief periods of use by Russia as a polar station. SCP-3965-A is localized in the northern region of the island, where it is largely unglaciated. During the course of a six hour investigation, the exploration team discovered a number of artifacts constructed of jadeite. These artifacts had been reinforced against physical damage and deterioration through an unknown process, and displayed iconography consistent with YDEG. The recovered artifacts include: ten sculptures of a three-legged crow (believed to be SCP-1428), one sculpture which resembles SCP-3965, one sculpture of a three-armed humanoid (believed to be [REDACTED], the "Radiant Father"), and sixteen unidentified sculptures. During the two week construction of Outpost-3965-A, an excavation of the sites where artifacts were previously discovered was conducted. A circular stone platform, 9.255 meters in diameter, was unearthed. Environmental erosion had degraded surface designs and engravings until they were unrecognizable, however, radiocarbon dating of various organic materials in the platform's composition place its origin at ████ BCE. Document-3965-Bàoyìng Footnotes 1. A Chinese religious following based on the beliefs of the Yangshao-Divergent Ethnoreligious Group. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-3965" by Anborough, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-3965. 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 # Filename: Zhulong-1.jpg Name: Mercury in color - Prockter07-edit1. Author: Carnegie Institution of Washington License: Public Domain Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Mercury_in_color_-_Prockter07-edit1.jpg Image # Filename: Zhulong-2.jpg Name: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Southern_Lights.jpg Author: NASA's Earth Observatory License: CC-BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Southern_Lights.jpg |
SCP-3966 | keter | Crystal structure of SCP-3966-B. The left-hand component corresponds to SCP-3966-A. Item #: SCP-3966 Special Containment Procedures: A vial of SCP-3966-A is kept in frozen laboratory storage at Site-66. It is to be tested monthly for contamination. Any new compounds found to contaminate the vial sample must be spectrographically analyzed for its chemical composition and any open molecular bonds must be noted. Additionally, medical literature submitted for publication must be examined for descriptions of SCP-3966, and any such papers are to be denied publication. In the case of an outbreak of Sudden Unexplained Nocturnal Death Syndrome (SUNDS), Mobile Task Force Rho-7 ("Doctors Without Mortars") is to be deployed to establish SCP-3966 levels in both victims and living civilians in the outbreak area. Harvesting of SCP-3966 from cadavers under cover of autopsies has been approved. Under Procedure Morpheus-4, all correspondence relating to SCP-3966 is to be saved for review by the Cognitohazard Department, but SCP-3966 is not to be subject to cognitohazard handling protocols at this time. Researchers assigned to SCP-3966 may request reassignment if they begin to suffer from periodic limb movement disorder (PLMD). Description: SCP-3966 is a neuroactive polypeptide found in humans. It is found in the cerebrospinal fluid (CSF) of over ██% of autopsy cadavers when death occurred during sleep. In the form recovered from cadavers, it is termed SCP-3966-A and has the anomalous property of having no C-terminus.1 The final amino acid in SCP-3966-A has a free binding site on the carbon chain that does not show any chemical reactivity. Testing Log: Experiment 3966-1 Subject: D-51174 Protocol: Subject is administered via spinal tap under local anesthesia a dose of 2 ml of a sterile 10% isotonic solution of SCP-3966-A. Subject's vitals and EEG are monitored for biological response. 2 ml of fluid is taken after 30 seconds to rebalance cerebrospinal fluid levels. Result: Subject undergoes a sudden withdrawal reflex behavior 11.5 seconds into the process. Subject is manually restrained but undergoes no further response, and the 2 ml sample is successfully recovered. Subject suffers increased tissue damage at the lumbar puncture site, but recovery is complete. Subject reported a sudden "falling feeling" post-injection. EEG reported onset of Stage 1 NREM sleep approximately 1.5 seconds before reflex response. The "falling feeling," withdrawal reflex, and NREM onset are consistent with a hypnic jerk. Biochemical analysis of the sample indicated no trace of SCP-3966-A. A new protein was recovered (labeled SCP-3966-B), and sequenced. The protein was chemically non-anomalous and ends with a C-terminus as expected. Further testing is required to determine how SCP-3966-B is constructed. + EVALUATE CORRESPONDENCE SAVED UNDER MORPHEUS-4 - NO COGNITOHAZARD DETECTED SAVED COMMUNICATION FROM SCP-IM SYSTEM Pawlie: Hi Dr. Argent. Experiment completed. We were worried when the subject startled with a big needle in their spine, but it all turned out okay. RodArg: I saw the report. Do we know where the new protein came from? Pawlie: No. I can't imagine it would be constructed so quickly. RodArg: Exactly. We need to know where it came from, its amino acid sequence, what assembles it, and how it's folded. RodArg: We also need to understand what action SCP-3966-A has in vitro. Normally a protein should start at the N-terminus and end at the C-terminus. That missing C-terminus should mean it's extremely biologically reactive since it should bind to pretty much any other protein and tear it apart. I was expecting it to act like a prion-style cyanide, but we aren't seeing any signs of widespread biological disruption. Also, there's little reason it should only be found in the CSF if it's so long-living and open. It should be able to just punch through the blood-brain barrier by opening cell membranes. RodArg: I'm sending over some new test protocols. I'll help you with them as my schedule allows. Thanks for the help, and welcome to the team, Ellie. Pawlie: Sure thing! Experiment 3966-2 Protocol: 0.5 ml of a sterile 10% solution of SCP-3966-A administered to a petri dish containing 0.5 ml of a sterile 5% solution of gamma globulin and 5% albumin. Sample monitored for reactivity. Result: No reactivity reported. Levels of SCP-3966-A unchanged. Experiment 3966-3 Protocol: Amino acid sequencing of SCP-3966-A and SCP-3966-B via Edman degradation and mass spectrometry. Result: SCP-3966-B sequencing complete. Total chain length: 289 amino acids. SCP-3966-A sequencing concluded. Total chain length: 143 amino acids. The initial 142 amino acids match the N-terminus sequence of SCP-3966-B. The final amino acid was unrecoverable. Sample mass was indicated to decrease by approximately 0.70%. + EVALUATE CORRESPONDENCE SAVED UNDER MORPHEUS-4 - NO COGNITOHAZARD DETECTED SAVED COMMUNICATION FROM SCP-IM SYSTEM RodArg: Hello Ellie, I'm going to need you to run Experiment 3 again on an -A sample. There was clearly some contamination, given the mass imbalance. Pawlie: Sorry, will do. I was just really tired. Haven't been sleeping well. RodArg: It's all right. Take a nap if you need to. Check the equipment beforehand; we can't have any leaks. Pawlie: Okay, but it's not like I've been able to take a nap lately, either. I keep almost falling asleep, but then I imagine I'm tripping over something and my brain panics and wakes me up. When I eventually sleep, I get nightmares. It's been really bad. RodArg: Wait, are you telling me you have been getting hypnic jerks? Pawlie: I guess so RodArg: I'll be right back. I want to check on our D-class. Pawlie: ok RodArg: D-51174 has been complaining of the same thing. You may have received a dose of SCP-3966. May I perform a lumbar puncture on you to rule out the possibility? Pawlie: You want to stick a long needle in my spine? RodArg: It's how we'll be able to test your CSF. It's not like it's easy to reach, and it's never been seen in blood. Pawlie: I guess I don't really have a choice, do I? RodArg: No, but it's an outpatient procedure. You'll be back at your bench in an hour. Pawlie: Whatever you need, I guess. Experiment 3966-3B Protocol: Amino acid sequencing of SCP-3966-A via Edman degradation and mass spectrometry. Result: SCP-3966-A sequencing concluded. Total chain length: 143 amino acids. The initial 142 amino acids match the N-terminus sequence of SCP-3966-B. The final amino acid was unrecoverable. Sample mass was indicated to decrease by approximately 0.70%. Results identical to Experiment 3966-3. Research 3966-Alpha Protocol: Map known amino acid sequences to the human genome. Result: No match to human genome. Further research into genomes of other species ongoing. Head Researcher's Note: We don't know where it comes from, but since it's not human, it must come from the environment. The CSF is bacteria-free, so it must somehow be deposited across the blood-brain barrier. The most likely candidate for an entry point is the choroid plexus, since it generates the CSF from blood plasma, but this is located deep inside the cerebrum so it is hard to examine. Will requisition neural tissues to see how else it might work. - R. Argent Experiment 3966-4 Subject: Junior Researcher Pawlukojc Protocol: Subject undergoes a spinal tap to retrieve 1 ml of cerebrospinal fluid for testing for SCP-3966. Result: Biochemical analysis of the sample indicated no trace of SCP-3966-A. Detected levels of SCP-3966-B are the highest to date at 4.2 mg/dL, 350% what has been discovered in earlier specimens. + EVALUATE CORRESPONDENCE SAVED UNDER MORPHEUS-4 - NO COGNITOHAZARD DETECTED SAVED COMMUNICATION FROM SCP-IM SYSTEM Pawlie: Dr. Argent? What's happening? Am I going to be okay? RodArg: There appears to be SCP-3966-B in your CSF. Highly elevated. Pawlie: You said this was like prion cyanide, though? RodArg: That would have been the -A form. We detected no trace of that. We're still unsure where the -B comes from and what effect it has on the body, but it has not shown to cause any anomalous activity. I'm speaking to Dr. Drake, bringing in some samples of human neural tissue for further testing. We need to find out if and how SCP-3966 binds to neurons and/or glia. Pawlie: Okay. So what happened? Why am I infected? RodArg: There was the leak during Experiment 3. My present hypothesis is that you were exposed to SCP-3966 during the leak. Pawlie: I'm so stupid. RodArg: Accidents happen, but we've got to make sure you're all right. I want you to take the day off, get some sleep. You've been looking rather ragged. Pawlie: Yeah, I still haven't been sleeping well. I keep drifting off, just to suddenly feel like I'm falling and I jerk myself awake. All night long. What causes that? RodArg: There's no definitive answer, but hypnic jerks are related to an imbalance between the time sleep onset and sleep paralysis set in. Some scientists think it's evolutionary in nature, stretching back to when we as primates slept in trees. I'm not convinced, though. Other animals appear to have them, too, although they don't seem to be awoken by twitches during REM sleep. In any case, healthy adults and children have them all the time. They're annoying, but normal. Pawlie: i just want them to stop RodArg: One more thing. You mentioned having nightmares? Pawlie: Yeah. Why? RodArg: I had strange nightmares last night, too. What happened in yours? Pawlie: So back in college, I used to dye silk scarves. You'd float the dyes on a water surface, then with a straw carefully blow on the surface to make designs, which you'd then place the scarf onto. In my dream, I was doing this, and all the designs started looking wrong. The patterns all started looking like blood and guts and eyes and stuff, as if it was staring up at me. Then this swarm of spiders started crawling out of the ceiling, and started lowering web lines into the water. They started sucking up all the color. The spiders kept trying to stick their webs on me, too, to suck up my color. I had to run from all these rainbow spiders in the ceiling. RodArg: Okay, that's a bit different from mine. Pawlie: What was yours? RodArg: Back in my college days there was this comic called Enigma. Early 90s. In it, there was a serial killer called The Head, a tall skinny monster with a giant head and big puckered lips who would stick a metal straw up their victim's nose and suck out their brains. I had this thing chasing after me all night long. Pawlie: 90s comics were fucked up. Inquisitor: This is a message from the Cognitohazard Monitoring Department. Based on conversation markers, there is the possibility of memetic infection. Please be aware that all correspondence regarding this SCP will be archived, monitored, and analyzed. Pawlie: Oh god are we in trouble too? I can't take all this. Not right now. RodArg: I don't think so. Inquisitor: Hi, yeah, you're not in trouble. We just noted that you're sharing dreams that involve chasing and straws in the same time period. It could easily just be a coincidence, and it's inconclusive that a cognitohazard is involved, but we just want to make sure you're free of memetic infection. Don't worry, we don't share any of this with Ethics or HR. Our job is just to track down cognitohazards. Pawlie: I should go. I'll just take a sleeping pill or something. RodArg: Sleep well, Ellie. See you tomorrow. I'll get the experiments done. Experiment 3966-5 Protocol: Application of SCP-3966-B to viable human neural tissue harvested from SCP-596 D-class. Test tissue for binding sites. Result: SCP-3966-B binds weakly to N-type calcium ion channels on neurons. Binding causes passive blocking of the channel, but the bond will break in the presence of changes in cell voltage potential (such as during a regular firing of the neuron). Biological activity is limited. Therapeutic function would be limited to a very mild paralytic and analgesic that would not last during normal activity. Of note, SCP-3966-B would not cause hypnic jerks; it is essentially not a risk. I would call this an inactive protein. - R. Argent Experiment 3966-6 Protocol: Application of SCP-3966-A to viable human neural tissue harvested from SCP-596 D-class. Test tissue for binding sites. Result: SCP-3966-A binds strongly as an exotoxin to N-type calcium ion channels on neurons. Presynaptic terminals are observed to undergo a cascade misfolding, restructuring the calcium channel into an open cell pore. Neurotransmitters, ions, and cytoplasm exit the neuron rapidly through the pores, causing cell death within seconds. Sample mass was recorded at 93.2% the pretest sample. No leaks detected. Of note, extracellular neurotransmitters were not detected and the fluid containing the tissue did not have higher concentration of calcium ions. Huge mass change again, but no leaks? What, so the neurotransmitters and ions just vanish? What does this refolding do? - R. Argent Experiment 3966-7 Protocol: Mathematical modeling of SCP-3966-A and SCP-3966-B protein folding and binding with N-type calcium channels. Result: The protein structure of SCP-3966-A toward the N-terminus is involved in enzymatic refolding of the calcium channel into a pore, while the non-C-terminus end inserts itself into the pore. The action is similar with SCP-3966-B, except the C-terminus lobe attempts entry into the pore but fails and destabilizes the N-terminus bond, causing the channel to revert to its original configuration. Attempts to model the protein structure in the end region of SCP-3966-A results in an inconclusive configuration. In layman's terms: The modeling program crashed. The output made no sense and the numbers blew up. - R. Argent + EVALUATE CORRESPONDENCE SAVED UNDER MORPHEUS-4 - NO COGNITOHAZARD DETECTED SAVED COMMUNICATION FROM SCP-IM SYSTEM RodArg: Sis? Are you around? CArgent: Why, hello there, bro. How are things? RodArg: Not good. This latest project is making no sense to me. My assistant isn't sleeping, and I just found this stealth SCP protein in her cerebrospinal fluid. CArgent: In her what? How did you find that? RodArg: …I gave her a spinal tap. CArgent: What the hell, bro? What's scaring you so much? RodArg: Here. <==sending scp3966.scp==> CArgent: Okay, this is weird. I can barely believe you're spending all this time on a protein. Wait, this is being monitored by the Cog team? RodArg: Yes. Sorry. Should have mentioned. CArgent: So I'm going to get nightmares, too. Great. Thanks, bro. RodArg: It’s just a precaution! Nobody knows if there even is a cognitohazard! You’ll be fine. I’m not infecting you. Really. CArgent: You're defensive. This isn’t like you. Is there anything I can do? RodArg: Could you look at the output of the folding model? Things blow up at the not-a-C-terminus. The math goes nuts. CArgent: And you want Dr. Anomalous Physics to check your work. Sure, I'll take a look. CArgent: Okay, so this looks crazy if you try to look at it using plain vectors, but I can simplify the numbers by using quaternions. RodArg: Quaternions? What? CArgent: Okay, so you know about the complex plane, right? With real numbers (1, 2, 3) on one line, and imaginary numbers (i, 2i, 3i) on another line perpendicular to that? RodArg: Okay, yes. CArgent: Quaternions don't just use i, they use i, j, and k. Three sets of imaginary numbers. Three different axes all perpendicular to the real number axis. RodArg: How would you even visualize that? CArgent: You kind of can't. It requires four spatial dimensions. RodArg: What, this protein is folded - fuck. CArgent: What now? RodArg: Fuck, sorry, gotta go. Emergency. I'll talk later. Experiment 3966-8 Subject: Junior Researcher Pawlukojc Protocol: Harvesting of SCP-3966-A from subject's CSF and exploratory autopsy. Result: Subject was discovered expired in her bed at 0015 when the vital sign monitor she wore triggered an alarm. Serum analysis of CSF indicated 5.1 mg/dL of SCP-3966-A and 1.6 mg/dL of SCP-3966-B. Cause of death appeared to be SUNDS. Histological analysis of neural tissue indicates large numbers of SCP-3966-A-mediated cell pores and reduced volume of affected neurons. Toxicological analysis indicates self-medication of cyclobenzaprine and zolpidem. It must be stressed that these are powerful spasmolytics and sedatives, which can have paralytic side effects. Cardiopulmonary system appeared unaffected, but skeletal muscle showed marked reduction in activity. Head Researcher's Note: I got lucky. I dropped one of the CSF test tubes, but it didn't shatter and turned out to have SCP-3966-B only. I really need a nap. - R. Argent Research 3966-Beta Protocol: Continued automated search of genomic sequence for SCP-3966 Result: No full matches found. Closest match (87%) to silk proteins of SCP-848. Head Researcher's Note: SCP-848 catches prey from God-knows-where in its webs. I don't dare take sleeping pills. If I have to sleep with the spiders, I will. - R. Argent Experiment 3966-9 Subjects: Head Researcher Dr. Roderick Argent, D-51174 (Control) Protocol: Sleep study performed in SCP-848 containment chamber Result: Subject slept without issue for nine hours. Subject had a waking cycle at five hours in the containment chamber, and canceled control study, bringing D-51174 into the containment chamber. Head Researcher's Note: Just couldn't let them keep tossing and turning. I slept like a baby. The D-class didn't want to join me with all the spiders again, but he didn't have a choice. He curled up, clinging to me. Took a lot to calm him down. Really didn't like spiders. I woke up to one of them crawling across my face. I kept dreaming seeing Ellie wrapped in a cocoon. The webs are particularly thick today. Gotta tell sis. I'm cured, I hope. - R. Argent + EVALUATE CORRESPONDENCE SAVED UNDER MORPHEUS-4 - NO COGNITOHAZARD DETECTED SAVED COMMUNICATION FROM SCP-IM SYSTEM RodArg: Hi sis. Feeling better. CArgent: Jesus, bro. There you are. I've been worried sick. I heard about your assistant. My condolences. RodArg: Yeah. She was good. It's still so confusing. I don't know why she got a lethal dose of SCP-3966-A. I was so worried I'd die if I slept. I haven't tested my CSF, but I know the signs. CArgent: How about the D-class? RodArg: He's still alive. He was never given a sleep aid, and when I realized I was sleeping okay, I brought him into the containment chamber with me. CArgent: Containment chamber? …I'm not going to ask. I think I'm okay. This whole thing got me so nervous, I worried I was infected every time I twitched. RodArg: Oh, god, sorry, sis. Here I am, talking about myself, and not even thinking about what this is all doing to you. CArgent: I do that falling thing once or twice a night anyway. Probably nothing's changed. RodArg: Good. So do you think these are 4D proteins? CArgent: The math works out better that way. That's why the carboxyl group is missing, it's attached to the next amino acid, still, but we can't see it. RodArg: How could we see it? Actually, how could we not see it? CArgent: Let's see if I can explain… You've heard of Flatland, right? RodArg: A 2D world where everyone is shapes? CArgent: That's the one. Now you're a 3D guy, so if you're standing over Flatland, looking at someone's house, you can see everything in it at once. Which room the residents are in, what's in the cupboard, all that. But the residents couldn't ever see you, at all. That's because you aren't in Flatland, you're above it, and there's no "above" in Flatland. RodArg: So I'd have to reach into Flatland to be seen? CArgent: Exactly. And if you reach out and touch Flatland with your finger, all they'd see is your fingertip. RodArg: So… I might only see the slightest bit of a 4D creature, but it could still see all of me. CArgent: You got it. That's not even the coolest part, though. You could reach into their kitchen cabinet, pull out a cup, and place it on the table, without ever opening the cabinet. RodArg: Wait, if I'm seeing everything in the house, even inside the cabinet… Am I also seeing everything inside the people? Where I can touch it? CArgent: Yes. RodArg: …You know, Grandpa died in his sleep. CArgent: Yeah. That was what, 20 years ago? I still miss him. It was a stroke, right? RodArg: I had a friend pull the old autopsy report. They actually didn't know. Just said it was old age. CArgent: Why, you think it was something else? RodArg: I dropped a test tube, but it only had SCP-3966-B. People twitch and move around, but they only end up with B in their systems. If I tried to reach into a Flatlander, and they moved, they'd pull me along, right? CArgent: Right. Similarly, your pull would be an acceleration. It could be felt, too. RodArg: But it would be in a direction you wouldn't notice. The only way it would make sense would be a fall… I've got to run one last experiment. If this works, I’ll need to update the description. Thanks, sis. Stay safe and sleep well. Experiment 3966-10 Protocol: A matrix of glass micropipettes, each patch clamped with an N-type calcium channel, is prepared. A single optical fiber is threaded to the tip of each pipette. The apparatus is then placed in an isotonic solution of 25% SCP-3966-A. Upon reconfiguration of the calcium channels into pores, the fibers are inserted into the pores and visual results recorded. Result: Reconfiguration of channels into pores completed. Optical fibers were inserted a distance of 10 μm into the pore past the end of each pipette. External microscopy indicated no extension of the fiber past the end of the pipette. In this configuration, an image was successfully generated. + EVALUATE IMAGE SAVED UNDER MORPHEUS-4 - NO COGNITOHAZARD DETECTED Footnotes 1. 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SCP-3967 | safe | Item #: SCP-3967 Special Containment Procedures: Testing on SCP-3967 is not to be carried out except with the written consent of no less than two Level 3 clearance personnel assigned to the project. Excepting periods of testing, SCP-3967 is to remain disconnected from any source of power, with the magnetic data storage tape disconnected and held in a climate-controlled containment facility. Any response cards collected during testing are to be logged and stored in a secured locker. Description: SCP-3967 is a MW-288 model computing device built in 1967 by the Mazursky Computing Company, utilizing a variant of the Tehlirian-Cassidy utility-maximization algorithm. When operating, SCP-3967 is capable of answering verbal questions regarding optimal courses of action regarding the well-being of the operator or the community of the operator. No audio recording or measuring device has been found in the circuitry of SCP-3967. SCP-3967 does not contain internal sensors, nor does it appear to have any means of collecting external data for analysis. The origins of these capabilities are unclear. SCP-3967 provides responses in the form of answers printed on 15 cm x 20 cm card stock, deposited in a receptacle located on the outside of the unit casing. Response cards provided by SCP-3967 have not been observed to have any compulsive or memetic effect. All responses received since containment have been in the form of impersonal commands, and have not included either first or second person pronouns. SCP-3967 was discovered in a dedicated room in the main building of the New Sunshine Commune, a community of 157 persons established in Pollensbee, CA, in 1968. During containment, it was determined that SCP-3967 was powered by a generator that had been modified to run on flax seed oil. According to log sheets, between 1968 and 1971, SCP-3967 was operated by ██████ ████ Addison and ████████ Moonbeam (née Burnley), two members of the New Sunshine Commune. Discovery Log of SCP-3967 Close Window On 27/01/1971 Pollensbee police officers ██████ ████ and █████ ███████ responded to complaints of foul smells and large numbers of feral dogs coming from the New Sunshine Commune. The compound of the group consisted of 5 communal living buildings (including 2 geodesic domes), 4 barns; 1 common area, including a kitchen, dining room, and stage; and assorted smaller buildings. Upon arrival, officers found the front door of the common room building open. Officers reported that several feral dogs were present in the landing, all moving to or from the building's common room. Upon entering the common room, officers found the bodies of 48 members of the Commune. All bodies bore signs of extreme hand-to-hand violence, with trauma exacerbated by feral dogs feeding on the remains. 10 bodies were killed in what appeared to have been a ritualistic fashion. According to post-mortem analysis, individuals had been deceased less than one week. Upon discovery of the 48 unburied bodies, Foundation agents were dispatched to oversee the investigation, with Officers ████ and ███████ being administered a class-H amnestic. Over the next four weeks, the bodies of all members of the Commune were located on or around the primary building. The most common causes of death were starvation or malnutrition (87 instances) and violence (56 instances), with remaining causes of death unverifiable, due to cremation of remains. Most of the bodies on the property of the Commune had been buried, with 13 being cremated and identified through dental records. Exactly two hundred feet south of the altar, the bodies of 38 members of the Commune were found in a mass grave. Analysis indicated that all died or were in the process of dying of malnutrition when buried. In the center of the southernmost geosdisic dome on the compound, officers found a large altar constructed from wood, wire, flax, and bone of human and animal origin. The altarpiece was covered in a thick layer of ash, later determined to be burnt books from the compound's library. The library itself contained only four books: Siddhartha by Herman Hesse, On The Road by Jack Kerouac, The Bloodstream Sermon (attrib. Bodhidharma), and One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest by Ken Kesey. The text of all four books had been significantly revised by unknown means to include first person interludes. All beds in the living quarters of the Commune were discovered to have been torn apart, with springs and cotton being repurposed for the creation of small images of SCP-3967. Foundation agents found over 18,000 such images of varying size during the search of the compound. At the time of discovery, all agricultural activity on the Commune was directed towards the production of flax. All food storage areas contained over 900 kg of flax seed, but no other foodstuffs. Addendum 3967-O-893-L: Collected letters of Thomas "Woody" de Boer Close window Members of the New Sunlight Commune frequently sent letters to Mother Earth Journal, a counterculture hybrid magazine and catalog popular which frequently printed letters and correspondence between subscribers. However, by the end of 1968, the majority of communards had ceased correspondence, both with the Mother Earth Journal and the outside world at large. The sole member of the commune who continued to write was Thomas de Boer, who joined in late summer 1968. de Boer's correspondence with the Journal appeared in an estimated 75,000 printed issues of the Mother Earth Journal prior to his disappearance, during which time the Foundation was not aware of any anomalous activity associated with SCP-3967 or the New Sunshine Commune. Upon discovery of SCP-3967, and its connection with de Boer's letters, it was determined that seizure of all existing copies of the Mother Earth Journal mentioning SCP-3967 would be both logistically and financially impossible. Instead, Researcher ██████-█████ was assigned the task of maintaining correspondence under the guise as de Boer to allay any suspicions regarding the New Sunshine Commune and the fate of its members. Researcher ██████-█████ maintained correspondence as de Boer for nine months, ceasing with the closure of the Mother Earth Journal in January, 1972. Date: 19/08/1968 Recipient: Mother Earth Journal Text: Greetings, friends, colleagues and fellow wanderers, For those of you who still make the choice to live in the city, in systems that binds and destroy you, I bring good news from the other side! Everything you have read about living off the land is true. A few months ago, I joined some friends inland at the New Sunshine Commune. Waking up at the crack of dawn to do weeding and fertilizing. Wholesome food with people that you see every day. Conversations about life and truth, without any of the distractions of a TV or a radio. Nights smoking and looking up at the stars and just wondering. It's the first time in my life that I've felt like a complete, realized human being. We even have a souped-up computer here. It helps with things like calculating crop planting and yields. I think there's something so powerful in that - this tool, once used to rain death on civilians and calculate yields on dumping toxins into the water, is freed and allowed to fulfill its true purpose: to serve man. I can't even begin to explain just how alive all of this feels. It's like we're finally living our lives as they were meant to be lived. No more being some endless point on a command chain, receiving and obeying commands. Here everyone knows one another, cares for one another. I know I'm preaching to the choir here, but if you are on the fence, don't hesitate. Feel the soil beneath your feet, feel the love of your fellow man. Turn away from the fire and the death outside. Find your people, and they will take care of you. Liberate yourself. Love and Peace from Your Friend, Woody Date: 01/12/1968 Recipient: Mother Earth Journal Text: Greetings, friends, colleagues and fellow wanderers, When you discard hierarchy, you necessarily have to discard ego. It's hard to unlearn decades of programming that tell us that we have to strive to be the first, the best, the top. We learn competition, not cooperation. We must re-learn it from the soil and all the microorganisms within it. We live it in our community every day. Of course, any system needs regulation. That's what makes it a system. You need a neutral arbiter, a Comprehensive Designer. Something that can love without ego and can create systems where we can all flourish. That's where we have the computer. I don't know the specifics of how it actually works, but it gives out advice that brings us together. Just like how it is a collection of systems which all interrelate and speak to one another, it teaches us how we're all interconnected as well. By living a better world, we can create a revolution of the soul which will go beyond whatever any political program can hope to achieve. That’s what they will never understand, but we al Love and peace, Woody Date: 24/06/1969 Recipient: Mother Earth Journal Text: Do you remember the first time that you used the I Ching1 and for one moment as you flung the coins, you could feel the energy of the universe guiding them? The energy and the vitality pushes and pulls you into these complex patterns that you can never explain, only know. You can feel it here. It's in the ways that our radishes and flax grow in the own particular patterns. It's in the books, where the words have begun to rearrange themselves to speak to us. It's in the way that the computer provides us with everything we need to live and to understand. It's beautiful, it really is. We've set it up in such a way that we hardly ever need to see the outsiders. You can tell by the way that they look at us, they want to snuff out what we have here. They will always try to destroy you. They hate us and envy us. They want to come and destroy our loving flow, contaminating everything with their rot and ignorance. Some of them might have even started posing as us. We need to keep vigilant and keep them out But it is the computer that keeps us whole and unpolluted and tells us how to stop them. One day, we will burn this city to the ground and incorporate it into our flow. Note: Letter was rejected for printing by Mother Earth Journal. Date: 01/12/1969 Recipient: Lawrence "Larry" Ionescu Text: Larry, you have to help me. They threw me out. Said I wasn't one of them, that I made them unclean. I can't stay here & will try to hitch hike to San Fransisco. If I make it, I'll meet you at the St. Francis Fountain at midnight when the moon is full. I love you. Woody Date: 16/07/1970 Recipient: Lawrence "Larry" Ionescu Text: I'm going back. I've tried to adjust. I've done all the spiritual crap and tried therapy. I've tried other communes. I even tried getting on the jesus (sic) train. none of it worked at all. Everything here feels flat and dead, like rags nailed to a board. I am alone, even with you. All I can do is drop acid and smoke pot and try to remember what it feels like to be in that living place, where you are surrounded by joy and know that everything works out because you are guided by a steady hand that loves you and only wants the best for you. I don't know what will happen to me when I return. I don't care. They threw me out before and called me a traitor. By the time I left, things had gotten pretty bad. I'm going anyway. The love that I felt suffused everything, and even if I end up in a bad way, it will be like the ecstasy of Saint Teresa, not this dull pain everywhere. I hope that one day you will visit and not even recognize me and I will be whole and full of the sun and its love for all things. Love, Woody Note: Dental records indicate that Mr. de Boer was one of the 38 bodies interred in the mass grave. Addendum 3967-j-e25-M: Partial log of SCP-3967 response cards Close window. Note: All response cards were assigned a catalog number upon recovery. From initial operation in 05/04/1968 to 9/10/1970, response cards were filed according to date. 36 additional cards, believed to have been printed between October 1970 and January 1971, were found in a heap in a boarded-up fireplace. There is no indication of date. The response cards of the E- series, believed to have been printed last chronologically, were found in the common room upon initial discovery. Catalog Number: A-0021 Date: 05/06/1968 Text: OPTIMAL LOCATION FOR PLANTING IS 37°19'27.8"N 120°27'11.6"W. HARVEST PINES FOR CONSTRUCTION BOARD. Notes: None. Catalog Number: A-0047 Date: 23/07/1968 Text: RAISE PRICES FOR BARLEY BY 27%, MARIJUANA BY 15%. PURCHASE A NEW TILLER WITH PROFITS Notes: None. Catalog Number: A-0093 Date: 14/11/1968 Text: HOLD OPEN COMMUNAL CONFESSIONALS AND ALLOW EACH MEMBER TO BE VULNERABLE. SPEAK OF PAST LOSSES AND MISTAKES. Notes: None. Catalog Number: B-0004 Date: 17/01/1969 Text: DO NOT ALLOW ████ AND ████ PLAY OUTSIDE THE COMPOUND. RETURN PUBLIC LIBRARY BOOKS IMMEDIATELY. Notes: Pollensbee County Public Library records show that Grimble by Clement Freud and Tales of Peter Rabbit by Beatrix Potter were checked out on 19/21/1968 by Commune members ████ O'Donnel and ████ Komenski, respectively. Both books were returned on 17/01/1969, and no books were subsequently checked out by O'Donnel or Komenski. Catalog Number: B-0109 Date: 04/02/1969 Text: UTILIZE BARBED WIRE ATOP FENCES TO PREVENT THEFT. IF THEFT CONTINUES, POST GUARDS. I AM Notes: None. Catalog Number: B-0219 Date: 30/04/1969 Text: INFORM POLICE THAT A SEARCH WARRANT IS NECESSARY. TELL DOBBSON THAT IF COMPLAINTS CONTINUE, WILL TURN HIM IN FOR INSURANCE FRAUD. ASK HIM WHERE SARA IS. Notes: On 29/04/1969, ██████████ Dobbson, owner of an adjacent trailer facility, made a complaint regarding the smell of marijuana coming from the grounds of the New Sunlight Commune. Police visited on 31/04/1969, and no further complaints were made. Catalog Number: B-0789 Date: 27/08/1969 Text: THEY HATE YOU. YOU MUST REMAIN VIGILANT. NEVER HAVE FAR FROM YOUR MIND WHAT THEY WISH TO DO TO YOU. Notes: None. Catalog Number: B-0958 Date: 01/11/1969 Text: THE COMMUNITY IS DANGER, FROM WITHIN AND FROM WITHOUT. THOSE WHO JOINED LATE ARE OUTSIDERS AND CANNOT BE TRUSTED. DRIVE THEM AWAY. Notes: None. Catalog Number: C-0046 Date: 03/02/1970 Text: PUT THE OUTSIDERS TO WORK. RESTRICT THEIR MOVEMENTS. YOU MUST NOT LET THE COMMUNITY DIE. Notes: None. Catalog Number: C-0249 Date: 06/06/1970 Text: THE ROTATION OF CROPS IS UNNECESSARY. I SPEAK OF WHAT TO PLANT, AND WHAT TO KILL. Notes: None Catalog Number: C-0558 Date: 14/10/1970 Text: THEY WILL DESTROY YOU FROM WITHOUT AND FROM WITHIN. YOU ARE SAFE ONLY WITH ME. Notes: Final dated communication. Catalog Number: D-0009 Date: Unknown. Text: ALL AROUND, THE WORLD FALLS INTO CHAOS. BUT ONLY HERE REMAINS WHOLE. IT IS BY MY WILL. Notes: None. Catalog Number: D-0023 Date: Unknown. Text: THOSE WHO CHOOSE NOT TO MOVE PAST WHAT THEIR BODY CAN SUSTAIN ARE TAINTED BY THE OUTSIDE. HAVE DONE WITH THEM. Notes: None. Catalog Number: E-0001 Date: Unknown, presumed late January, 1971 Text: YOU HAVE PLEASED ME WELL. NOW PERFORM FOR ME A PLAY. OPEN YOUR MOUTHS UP AND SING FOR ME NOW, AND I WILL SING FOR YOU. Notes: None. Catalog Number: E-0002 through E-8712 Date: Unknown Text: [REDACTED] Notes: Response cards contained the full text of SCP-701. [DATA EXPUNGED]. Footnotes 1. Ancient Chinese divination text. Experienced a brief resurgence of use among members of the 1960's "hippie" countercultural movement. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-3967" by Gaffsey, from the SCP Wiki. 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SCP-3968 | keter | An SCP-3968 affected area in Israel, post-containment. Item #: SCP-3968 Special Containment Procedures: Global containment of SCP-3968 is the responsibility of MTF Delta-2 (‘Explosive Tempers’). Discovered examples of SCP-3968 are to be disarmed and disassembled on site, prior to transport to Site-██. De-mining techniques involving controlled detonations are prohibited, as are any other activities that risk explosions occurring in the vicinity of SCP-3968. Heavily contaminated areas (defined as containing >100 examples of SCP-3968) are to be cordoned off instead of cleared, with appropriate warning signage and barriers installed. Additionally, these areas are to be subject to sterilisation with chemical defoliants or area denial weapons. This procedure may be varied with Level 3 staff authorisation based on local conditions such as terrain and proximity to human activity. Examples of SCP-3968-1 and SCP-3968-2 are stored at Site-██, in a secure, blast-proofed containment cell. This area is to be climate-controlled, with artificial lighting installed to simulate a variety of weather conditions, and floored with a variety of soil samples. The position of all SCP-3968 examples in this area is to be logged and tracked. Access to this area is restricted to D-class personnel, for the purposes of maintenance and testing only. No more than 20 total examples of SCP-3968 are to be present in this area at any given time. Metal from SCP-3968 should be disposed of by high-temperature incineration (>2000 °C) which has proven sufficient to render waste products non-anomalous. It is imperative that all explosive residue is cleaned from metal involved in this process. Other components of SCP-3968 can be disposed of using standard hazardous waste disposal procedures. The Manna Charitable Foundation is aware of the existence of SCP-3968 and has dedicated a significant portion of its resources towards its neutralisation. Limited cooperation with the MCF in this field has been authorised by the O5 Council and disclosure of information regarding specific sightings of SCP-3968 is acceptable with Level 3 staff authorisation. The MCF should not be provided with any information regarding the use of chemical agents or sightings of SCP-3968 where the use of chemical agents is considered appropriate. Description: SCP-3968 refers to two related variants of explosive device, SCP-3968-1 and -2, with similar anomalous properties, and generally found in proximity to one another. An example of SCP-3968-1 in the wild. SCP-3968-1 is identical to the American M14 land mine in structure and function. This is a blast-type antipersonnel land mine, which transfers a concussive shockwave into an individual’s lower limb upon detonation. As with the non-anomalous M14 mine and similar devices, SCP-3968-1 contains a small explosive charge designed to cause injury rather than lethality, with injuries such as traumatic amputation aiming to cause problems for hostile forces who have to deal with a casualty. SCP-3968-1 appears to be based on earlier minimum-metal models of the M14 mine, increasing the difficulty of detection considerably. A deactivated example of SCP-3968-2. SCP-3968-2 is identical to the American M16 land mine in structure and function. This weapon is a bounding fragmentation-type antipersonnel mine designed to be launched into the air by a small charge when triggered, subsequently detonating at waist height and spreading shrapnel in a 360-degree radius to a distance of approximately 30m. This is significantly more lethal to affected individuals than SCP-3968-1. The size and composition of SCP-3968-2 makes its discovery with metal detecting equipment straightforward, but the usual presence of SCP-3968-1 in the vicinity complicates these efforts. Both SCP-3968-1 and -2 share the anomalous property of reproduction. This is accomplished when an example of SCP-3968 is detonated, with shrapnel greater than 1cm in size developing into a new example of SCP-3968-1 or -2 if it comes into contact with the ground. This process is dependent on conditions such as soil quality, climate and available nutrients. Examples of SCP-3968 show a preference for wet, tropical conditions, but proliferate in arid and desert climates to a reduced degree. While shrapnel becomes inert once retrieved from soil, applying an explosive force to it will provoke reproduction in suitable conditions. Therefore, it is theorised that the energy produced in SCP-3968 detonations serves as the catalyst for its reproduction. Available nutrients are the main variable affecting SCP-3968 reproduction, with remains from casualties of SCP-3968 detonation being most relevant. Although no method of growth or nutrient intake has been discovered in SCP-3968’s construction, remains in proximity to SCP-3968 decompose at an accelerated rate. Human remains appear to have the strongest effect on the reproductive process of SCP-3968, with the presence of other animal and plant matter causing slower reproduction. Each detonation produces roughly 5 to 200 (SCP-3968-1) or 20 to 400 (SCP-3968-2) new examples of SCP-3968, depending on the previously mentioned conditions. The discrepancy in numbers is due to the larger size of SCP-3968-2 compared to SCP-3968-1 and differing mechanism of action. Given this property, any detonation of SCP-3968 increases the difficulty of containment significantly, and may result in an exponential increase in the size of contaminated areas. Chemical defoliation and use of chemical area-denial weapons has proven a valuable multi-modal containment strategy, limiting the SCP-3968 nutrient supply by destroying plant matter, reducing soil quality, and discouraging civilian entry into contaminated areas. The second anomalous property shared between SCP-3968-1 and -2 is a limited awareness of its surroundings combined with an ability to detonate selectively. This property is utilised to maximise inflicted casualties and subsequently increase the reproduction of SCP-3968. Anomalous behaviour demonstrated by SCP-3968-1 and -2 includes, although is not limited to, the following; Avoiding detonation when triggered by animals in areas with high human traffic Detonating when triggered by animals of sentimental or economic value, to draw attention of owners Avoiding detonation when groups of people approach a contaminated area, until the entire group has entered a lethal range Creating false ‘safe’ pathways through a contaminated area Giving the impression of an inactive device when retrieved, then detonating when taken into enclosed spaces Avoiding detonation when triggered by armoured vehicles, detonating when occupants exit Avoiding detonation by individuals in protective gear, or detonating in patterns targeted to penetrate vulnerable points in said equipment SCP-3968-1 examples detonating in order to injure an individual, with surrounding SCP-3968-2 detonating when others attempt to render assistance It is unknown whether these behaviours are engineered or evolved, or the degree to which they represent higher intelligence on the part of SCP-3968. Over █████km2 of land is affected by SCP-3968 worldwide. It is estimated that this area contains upwards of ███████ examples of SCP-3968-1 and -2. SCP-3968 has been responsible for approximately █████ civilian casualties and 141 casualties amongst Foundation personnel since its cataloguing. Addendum 3968-1: SCP-3968 received an SCP item classification in June of 1968, when Foundation sources within Prometheus Labs were alerted to an incident at a Prometheus-affiliated location in [REDACTED], Pennsylvania. Foundation agents arriving on the scene discovered a factory complex at the centre of surrounding terrain contaminated by SCP-3968 in a 1.5km radius. Access was gained to the facility with acceptable casualties, where machinery for the mass production of SCP-3968-1 and -2 was discovered. All machinery had been rendered unusable by explosive damage, and the state of the facility offices and trace recovered material suggested that documents presumably relating to SCP-3968 had been intentionally destroyed during this event. Within the facility the remains of 6 Prometheus Labs employees were discovered, having died of either starvation or self-inflicted gunshot wounds. One of these individuals, a male in his mid-40s, was discovered in the main office of the facility, having expired from a self-inflicted gunshot wound to the temple. Document 3968-1 was retrieved from this area. The facility was estimated to accommodate 100 employees when in operation. The whereabouts of the remaining individuals are unknown. Document 3968-1: + Document 3968-1 - Close document Dear Paul, Thanks for bringing this matter to my attention. The good news is that you have nothing to worry about - our demonstration for the Ordnance Corps has already gone ahead swimmingly. General Westmoreland loves what we have here, and tells me he plans to fast-track an order for an additional ten thousand units of each type. Given this situation, I see no need to scale back our production or revisit the earlier models – quite the contrary. I will elect to not mention to others what you brought up about the capabilities of the project being unplanned or beyond your original scope. Regardless of how this has come about, whether by accident or design, you and your team are deserving of full credit for making this possible. It sounds like you have been listening to the news too much. We both know what we do here can be unpleasant at times, but you have to put that aside when you build something incredible. In any case, the potential benefits of this are huge – deployment could end the war in six months and save thousands of American lives. I appreciate this is still difficult for you, so I’ve enclosed your mid-year bonus early. I’ve personally seen to it that it’s considerably more than the usual. Take a few weeks off, bring the family and go somewhere nice. Hopefully this puts you in the right frame of mind to come back and do more great work. All the best, Frank The following message was handwritten on the reverse of the page. Fuck you, Frank. You’re just like Westmoreland and McNamara and all the other sons of bitches who preach a world for free men but really mean a world free from Communism, where a barren wasteland is better than a place where men live and farm under a red flag. I’m not going to be a part of your destroy-the-village insanity any more. Susie, if you’re somehow managing to read this, I hope you can remember me as someone who tried to do the right thing in the end. You were the one good thing I left in this world. Addendum 3968-2 (11/04/2015): + LEVEL 3 CLEARANCE REQUIRED - ACCESS GRANTED Experimentation has demonstrated that salting SCP-3968 contaminated areas with radiological weaponry significantly inhibits SCP-3968 reproduction. A cobalt-60-based weapon is able to reduce the amount of new SCP-3968 formed after a detonation by 94%, rising to 99% when used in conjunction with chemical weaponry. Director ████████ has provisionally approved further development of this procedure, but has elected to refer the matter to the Ethics Committee, given that this process results in severe ecological damage and renders areas unfit for human habitation in the long term. UPDATE (19/01/2016): In a 3-2 vote (see Committee Decision #1003) the Ethics Committee has approved limited use of cobalt-60 radiological salting as an adjunct to existing SCP-3968 containment measures, in situations where environmental contamination of SCP-3968 is intractable. 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SCP-3969 | safe | From: [email protected] To: council_new (Group) Subject: The truth Date: 10/1/2008 Thought you'd like to know what happened. Office of The Administrator Secure, Contain, Protect SCP-3969 upon capture Item #: SCP-3969 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3969 is to be housed in a standard humanoid containment chamber at Site-17. No further containment procedures have been deemed necessary at this time. Description: SCP-3969 is a middle-aged human male of Irish-American descent. SCP-3969's primary anomalous property appears to render it invulnerable to numerous forms of injury, disease, and aging — although whether SCP-3969 is entirely impervious to these ailments or merely resistant to them remains unclear. SCP-3969 claims to have acquired its anomalous properties through an extensive thaumaturgic ritual involving "consuming 138 fermented lima beans a day", "bathing in the blood of a blind coyote", and [DATA EXPUNGED]. Investigation of these claims is ongoing. SCP-3969 first came to the attention of Foundation personnel in Seattle, Washington, following reports of a local derelict falling from the roof of a seven-story apartment building and emerging unscathed. Upon confirmation of its anomalous abilities, SCP-3969 was detained and transported to Site-17 for questioning. A transcript of this interview, conducted by Dr. Phillip Grant, has been attached to this file below. Addendum 1: First interview Date: 9/16/2008 Objective: Ascertain the source of SCP-3969's anomalous properties. [BEGIN LOG] SCP-3969: I always knew this would happen. Dr. Grant: What do you mean? SCP-3969: Nothing. Just some black-suited government bastards swooping in and putting me in a place like this. So what next, Doc? You wanna probe my esophagus? Dr. Grant laughs. Dr. Grant: Well, I can't speak to what they'll do to you— Dr. Grant gestures to the other research staff outside the room. Dr. Grant: —but I'm just here to ask you some questions. Mainly, how you ended up in your current… ah, predicament? SCP-3969: You know, I can't say I'm too sure, considering your friend over there gave me enough downers to sedate an elephant for a month. Dr. Grant: I was referring to your invulnerability. Silence. SCP-3969: I sold my soul to Satan. Dr. Grant: Sarcasm doesn't help either of us. SCP-3969: Sarcasm? Sarcasm? I'll show you sarcasm, you condescending sack of shit— SCP-3969 violently gestures to Dr. Grant, before appearing to notice the presence of two security guards outside of the conference room. SCP-3969: Tch. Like I'd show some disgruntled laymen my legumes. Dr. Grant: Your… what? [END LOG] Addendum 2: Second interview Three days after its first interview, after previously remaining uncooperative, SCP-3969 requested to speak with Dr. Grant in an apparent desire to "negotiate". The following meeting was arranged shortly thereafter, and is transcribed verbatim. Date: 9/21/2008 [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Grant: I understand you wish to cooperate. SCP-3969: You really wanna know my secret? Dr. Grant chuckles. Dr. Grant: If that's how you'd like to put it. SCP-3969: Then fine. But I have some conditions. Dr. Grant: Which would be? SCP-3969: Getting to see the sun for more than five minutes a day would be nice. Dr. Grant sighs. Dr. Grant: If you are unsatisfied with the accommodations you've been provided, I will put in a request with— SCP-3969: You call a lightless metal cell "accommodations"? Silence. Dr. Grant: I'll see what I can do. SCP-3969: Good. Now for my end. Got a pen? [FOUR HOURS OF EXTRANEOUS DIALOGUE REMOVED] SCP-3969: Three hundred and twenty-seven of them, to be exact. And it has to be in one sitting. Dr. Grant: Is that before or after the radish stems? SCP-3969: It doesn't matter, as long as you soaked it in lamb's blood for exactly 6 hours. But make sure not to boil them for too long, or you'll have to start from scratch. Dr. Grant appears to write something down. Dr. Grant: Is that everything? SCP-3969: Yup. Dr. Grant: And this won't carry any… unanticipated side affects? SCP-3969: Besides getting beaten up and abducted? No. Not that I know of. Dr. Grant stands up, and folds the papers in front of him. Dr. Grant: Thank you, SCP-3969. Your cooperation has been duly noted. Expect changes in the weeks to come. [END LOG] Excellent work, Dr. Grant. Please submit yourself to your nearest human resources office for voluntary amnesticization. We'll take it from here. —[DATA EXPUNGED] Addendum 3: [DATA EXPUNGED] ▶ ACCESS ADDENDUM ▼ Close [BEGIN LOG] O5-12: Glad to be done with this mess. O5-7: Yeah, seven barrels of carp? Ridiculous. O5-9: The supplements should stop the worst of it — cyanide poisoning and such. Now we just have to wait. O5-4: YOU'RE ALL ANIMALS. O5-2: Oh, please. You would've done the same if it weren't for that damn android body. O5-4: WAS IT REALLY NECESSARY TO GOUGE THE EYES OUT BEFORE YOU CURDLED ITS LIVER? O5-2: We can't afford to cut any corners here. I don't want to muck this up and turn my bones to copper. O5-4: WHATEVER. O5-13: How long will this take, anyway? O5-1: I think it was… let me see. The sound of shuffling papers can be heard. O5-1: Around three hours? Thaumaturgy has never been a very exact science. Or, well — a science. O5-9: Actually, I think I can feel it kicking in right now. A loud groaning noise can be heard. O5-12: What was that? O5-6 enters the room, appearing noticeably older than moments earlier. O5-12: Christ! What the hell happened to you, Jason? O5-6: (Hoarse) I… I… I— O5-6 bursts into dust. O5-9: Oh no. Sounds of falling debris, wounds fissuring, and screams can be heard for the next fifteen minutes, followed by silence. O5-4: GUYS? Silence. A phone is dialing. O5-4: BERTRAND? Unknown Voice: Yes? O5-4: I THINK WE MAY HAVE A PROBLEM. [END LOG] Following this incident, Site-17 staff attempted to consult SCP-3969 — but upon entering its containment chamber, were greeted only with a single word crudely etched into a nearby wall: SUCKERS. |
SCP-3970 | thaumiel | Item #: SCP-3970 Special Containment Procedures: Site-211 has been created around SCP-3970 under the guise of a geologic research facility. Security checkpoints have been established on all roads leading to Site-211 to deter unauthorized access. Entrances to Unit-01 are to be guarded at all times. Personnel without Level 4/3970 clearance must receive permission from the site director to enter, perform experiments on, or otherwise interact with SCP-3970. SCP-3970 is to be given a psychological evaluation every week. Description: SCP-3970 is located in the town of ████████, Washington, near the Glacier Peak region of the Cascade Mountains. SCP-3970 designates a former elementary school building. SCP-3970 is composed of two main hallways, with each end facing a cardinal direction. The main entrance and administration offices lie at the southern end of the school. Following the hallway north leads to a large cafeteria/auditorium, which includes a bathroom and small stage. Classrooms are present at the east and west ends of the school, with 6 in total. SCP-3970 has been fully integrated into Site-211 and is now known as Unit-01. Various phenomena have been documented inside SCP-3970, including: Movement of floor/ceiling tiles Reconfiguration of electrical wires Movement of walls Removal/relocation of doors Reconfiguration of piping Activation of fire suppressant systems SCP-3970 can communicate through rearranging chalk dust on any of the blackboards present within the former classrooms. Similarly, communication with SCP-3970 is possible by inscribing words upon the blackboards. Upon discovery, SCP-3970 used a crude form of written English, often misspelling words and misplacing punctuation, but since first contact, SCP-3970 has improved its language use considerably. SCP-3970 is fully sapient, having approximately the intelligence level of an average seven-year-old human. SCP-3970 possesses two forms of "senses", which allow it to feel and perceive areas within itself. SCP-3970 can detect when pressure is applied to any part of its structure, reacting to forces as little as 1 mN. SCP-3970 has also shown the ability to detect heat levels within its dimensions. This effect is believed to give SCP-3970 a form of sight through an effect similar to thermal imaging. Discovery: Prior to 12/9/199█, SCP-3970 was a fully-functional school known as Northern Washington Elementary School. The building was taken under Foundation control to serve as a temporary containment site for SCP-████, and was shut down after transfer procedures were successfully completed. The area came back under observation when a field agent notified the Foundation of police reports detailing multiple missing persons, all of which were last seen near the former Foundation site. MTF Psi-7 ("Home Improvement") Division 3 was subsequently sent to assess any possible threats and destroy the building if necessary. Upon arrival, the team discovered the decommissioned containment area had been sealed by a brick wall. After demolishing the wall, a small blue sphere was found within the containment tent, along with 7 bodies matching the description of police reports. The sphere was later found to be a non-anomalous children's toy, commonly called a "magic-8 ball". While investigating one of the building's classrooms, a message manifested on the blackboard: "pleese dont hurt me". The team was evacuated, and initial contact was attempted. +Initial Interview Log -Initial Interview Log Foreword: After the structure was given SCP designation and temporary containment was established, Senior Researcher McKnight was assigned to oversee the construction of Site-211 around SCP-3970. Accompanied by MTF Psi-7 Division 3, Senior Researcher McKnight entered the classroom in which SCP-3970 was observed to possibly communicate. Date: 10/20/200█ Interviewer: Senior Researcher McKnight Interviewee: SCP-3970 Note: All communication listed is in the form of chalk writing on the classroom blackboard unless otherwise noted. Senior Researcher McKnight will be referred to as McKnight for the purposes of this interview. <Start Log> McKnight: Can you read? (The chalk written by McKnight shifts, forming crudely drawn letters.) SCP-3970: yea McKnight: What is your name? SCP-3970: i dunno i dont realy have one McKnight: From now on, your name is SCP-3970. Is that alright? SCP-3970: i gess thats ok McKnight: SCP-3970, why did you put a magic-8 ball in the containment tent? SCP-3970: it was magic so i had to keep it safe McKnight: And why did you kill those people? (SCP-3970 does not respond for approximately 30 seconds, before commenting in visibly worse writing.) SCP-3970: i jus tryng to help you guys (SCP-3970 does not respond to any further questioning. Senior Researcher McKnight ceases the interview.) <End Log> Addendum-3970-1: Psychological Evaluation Logs +Psychological-Log-3970-1-11/03/200█ -Psychological-Log-3970-1-11/03/200█ <Start Log> Dr. Underwood: Hello SCP-3970, my name is Dr. Underwood. I will be your psychologist from this point forward. SCP-3970: whats a psychologist. Dr. Underwood: I make sure that you are happy. That you enjoy your situation, if you will. SCP-3970: you sond beter than that other person. Dr. Underwood: What do you mean? SCP-3970: he cam here wit those other meen guys. Dr. Underwood: Oh, Senior Researcher McKnight? Don't worry about him, he is only doing his job. I'll be with you from now on. SCP-3970: promise? Dr. Underwood: Yes SCP-3970, I promise. One more thing before we end this session. I've noticed you have been using periods at the ends of your sentences. Why is that? SCP-3970: i saw you guys using it so i am. Dr. Underwood: Thank you SCP-3970. Anything else on your mind? SCP-3970: are those peple ok? Dr. Underwood: They are in a safe place, don't worry about them anymore. <End Log> Note: SCP-3970 shows a remarkable ability to learn. I want a language tutor in there ASAP. -Senior Researcher McKnight [DATA OMITTED] +Psychological-Log-3970-19-03/09/201█ -Psychological-Log-3970-19-03/09/201█ <Start Log> SCP-3970: Hello Dr. Underwood! Dr. Underwood: Hello SCP-3970. I heard your lessons were going well. SCP-3970: Yes! I have learned so much! Dr. Underwood: That is good news! I hope you are getting along well with the engineers and architects. SCP-3970: It was a little weird at first but I am used to it now. Dr. Underwood: Good to hear that. Any concerns at the moment? SCP-3970: When do I finally get to start helping? Dr. Underwood: Sorry SCP-3970, but I do not know. Keep up the good work and it might be soon. SCP-3970: Wait! There is something I have been working on. (SCP-3970 creates a drawing of a smiling stick-figure in a lab-coat labeled "Dr. Underwood" standing inside a large rectangle labelled "Me".) <End Log> [DATA OMITTED] +Psychological-Log-3970-28-08/25/201█ -Psychological-Log-3970-28-08/25/201█ <Start Log> Dr. Underwood: How are you feeling today SCP-3970? SCP-3970: I'm so excited to get new training, but I'm a little nervous. Dr. Underwood: It's okay SCP-3970, you'll do great. Remember, it's only a test. All of it's made by us to help you train for the real things. SCP-3970: You said the best way I can help you guys is if I work hard, right? Dr. Underwood: Spot on. It'll be just like all the other training you've done. I fully believe in your abilities. SCP-3970: If you think so then it must be true. I just feel so big now. Dr. Underwood: Sorry SCP-3970, I need to go. It's going to be a busy day for you and me. <End Log> Note: We have approval. The final step of Project 3970-θ is to commence immediately. -Site Director McKnight +Input Level 4/3970 Credentials -Input Level 4/3970 Credentials ACCESS GRANTED Item #: SCP-3970 Special Containment Procedures: All information delivered to SCP-3970 is to be under the pretense that it is still undergoing training procedures. Under no circumstances is SCP-3970 to be told any items contained within Site-211 are anomalous in nature. SCP-3970 is not to manipulate any part of Site-211 outside of Level 3 or higher clearance areas. All information below Level 2 clearance must cite that the influence of SCP-3970 extends to Unit-01 only. Clearance Level 2 and lower personnel are not to directly access or view video feed of Site-211 containment chambers. Any personnel found violating this protocol are to be administered Class-B amnestics as necessary. Unit-01 is to be guarded and patrolled by Clearance Level 3 security personnel. Entrance to Unit-01 is forbidden without permission of the Site Director. SCP-3970 is to be given a psychological evaluation every month. Description: SCP-3970 is the designation for Site-211, located in ████████, Washington. The original structure of SCP-3970 has been fully integrated into Site-211, and is known as Unit-01. SCP-3970 is sapient, and has been shown to have a nearly photographic memory. SCP-3970 is extremely cooperative, and has shown an intense desire to aid the Foundation. There have been no recorded instances of SCP-3970 harming Foundation personnel, intentionally or otherwise. Despite the desire of SCP-3970 to help the Foundation, SCP-3970 has demonstrated acute anxiety towards the containment of anomalous objects. However, SCP-3970 is not able to differentiate between normal and anomalous properties, unless said properties are pointed out. SCP-3970 has complete mechanical control over its entire structure, and the influence of SCP-3970 spreads to any permanent addition made to its structure. There is no known limit to this ability, and the entirety of Site-211 is currently under the control of SCP-3970. SCP-3970 has shown no loss of effectiveness despite having dimensions roughly 30 times larger than it had upon discovery, and has demonstrated the ability to perform multiple tasks at once without the loss of efficiency. The only method of direct communication with SCP-3970 is through the blackboards present in the classrooms of its original structure, now located in Unit-01. All attempts to install additional blackboards and invent other communication mediums have failed. Addendum-3970-θ: Project Report O5-██ Project 3970-θ was an astounding success. The Tile-Array system is completely functional in all containment chambers and heavy containment areas. Transferable electricity-based security checkpoints have passed testing, so no more personnel getting fried for walking too slowly. SCP-3970 shows continual improvement in the handling of its tasks, and has become extremely efficient in carrying out containment procedures. I told you this one would be different. After all, when have I ever let you down? Let's get a drink sometime, on me. Site Director McKnight ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-3970" by DrZinc, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-3970. 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. |
SCP-3971 | safe | Site of first recorded SCP-3971 manifestation. Item #: SCP-3971 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3971 has been welded shut in its frame. Signage for utility closet SB3-117a has been replaced with an "Out of Order" sign. Site-178 staff have been advised that materials previously contained in utility closet SB3-117a have been relocated to utility closet SB3-117d. Special Containment Procedures, deprecated 2013/03/11 Access Granted SCP-3971 is currently uncontained. Due to the nature of SCP-3971 manifestations, the Foundation lacks the means to contain it effectively. Until suitable containment procedures are established, missing persons reports are to be monitored in an attempt to determine some pattern in SCP-3971 manifestations. Should a manifestation be located prior to its discovery by a civilian, MTF Chi-8 ("Portunus Pilots") is to be dispatched to limit civilian access and study the anomaly. Description: SCP-3971 is a gray steel core door measuring 1981mm x 915mm x 45mm with a lever-style door handle. Construction of the door conforms to ISO 3008:2007 for Fire Resistance. Samples taken from SCP-3971 show no anomalous content. Opening SCP-3971 leads into SCP-3971-1, a 3m x 3m x 3m extradimensional space which is generated regardless of the geometry of the containing structure. SCP-3971-1 contains a black plate marked "Utility" and a wall clock on the north wall. The hour hand on the wall clock is completely encased in a metallic crystalline solid1. All instances display the same layout; objects left behind in previous manifestations are selectively present. SCP-3971 has only been observed to manifest on south-facing walls within man-made structures. SCP-3971 can manifest on an unobstructed wall, or replace an existing doorway. Replaced doorways only open into SCP-3971-1 when entered from the south. Once SCP-3971 manifests, it will remain in place until a living human being enters SCP-3971-1 and closes SCP-3971. Once closed, SCP-3971 instantaneously demanifests from its current location. The occupant is considered irrecoverable at this point. SCP-3971 will then remanifest at a random suitable location. The interval between manifestations is unknown. Research is ongoing to determine if there is a pattern to the location of SCP-3971 manifestations. SCP-3971 is currently manifested within Site-176, in place of utility closet SB3-117a. SCP-3971 received formal designation following Exploration 3971-A. Classification of SCP-3971 resulted in the closure of ██ Extranormal Event investigations. There have been ███ confirmed manifestations of SCP-3971. As of 2018/05/01, SCP-3971 has been reclassified to Safe at the recommendation of Lead Research Talman. Partial Listing of Confirmed Manifestations of SCP-3971 View Listing Access Granted Designation Location Notes 3971-█ Farallon Islands 19██/08/16, Lt. Ernest Cody and Ens. Charles Adams disappeared from the US Navy Blimp L-8 during an anti-submarine patrol. Radio communication from Lt. Cody described the appearance of a door in the aft of the blimp cabin at 08:15, after which contact with the blimp was lost. The L-8 was sighted above the Golden Gate Bridge at 10:49 at 600m altitude, close to the blimps' pressure limit. The L-8 crashed at 11:30. in the middle of the 400 block of Bellvue Avenue in Daly City, CA, with little damage to the craft. Neither Lt. Cody nor Ens. Adams were aboard. Inspection of the craft revealed no damage to the blimps' controls or radio. 3971-██ Großwerther Subcamp, Nordhausen, Germany Upon liberation of Großwerther by U.S. forces at the end of April of 1945, a diary belonging to camp overseer Erna Petermann was found in her quarters. The last entry makes mention of a door on the north wall of one of the camp's gas chambers. Allied troops reported that all gas chambers within the camp conformed to standard design having only a single entrance. 3971-██ Cordoba, Spain ██████ █████████, a Russian physicist specializing in nuclear winter theory, disappeared during the Second International Conference of Nuclear Free Zones Local Authorities. [DATA REDACTED]. See Exploration 3971-A 3971-██ Washington, DC SCP-3971 manifested within the White House replacing the entrance door to the Roosevelt Room at 13:18 on 1995/03/14. Foundation assets immediately limited access to the West Wing, using a gas leak as a cover story. Containment was eased by the fact that President Bill Clinton and his staff were attending the National Radio & Television Correspondents Dinner. This manifestation provided the first opportunity for direct study, and a manned exploration was rapidly deployed. See Expedition 3971-A Log. 3971-███ Farallon Islands Dr. ███ ████ disappeared 20██/01/18 while sailing near the Farallon Islands. Dr. ████ was an experienced sailor and no distress call was received nor was the yacht's EPIRB2 activated. After a thorough, civilian search was conducted and failed to locate Dr. ████ or his yacht, Foundation assets conducted their own search and located the wreckage of Dr. ████'s yacht at ██°██'██.██"N ███°██'██.██"W in 360 meters of water. No remains were present; however, a digital camera was recovered. Photographs recovered from the camera depict SCP-3971 occupying the companionway. 3971-███ Site-178, ██████████, ████████ SCP-3971 manifested within Site-178, a Foundation data center with limited containment capabilities. Once identified as SCP-3971, several unmanned drone tests were performed, none of which activated the anomalous effects of SCP-3971. Samples of material from SCP-3971-1 have been gathered and analyzed for further study. Exploration 3971-A View Log Access Granted Exploration conducted 1995/03/14 by Agents Redding and Manser, both of whom were embedded at the White House as Secret Service personnel. Agent Redding served as control. Agent Manser was outfitted with a Standard Foundation Sample Collection kit, Kant counter, audio recording device, and a digital camera. A high-speed camera was deployed on a tripod facing SCP-3971. Due to the sensitive location of this manifestation, deviation from written containment procedures was approved. <Begin Log: 14:15> Control: Comms check, please respond. Agent Manser: Check. Are you hearing me? Control: Affirmative, we're recording. Agent Manser: Did not think I was going to be working an anomaly today. Control: That makes two of us. You know the drill, approach the anomaly, describe anything unusual that happens. Agent Manser: Sure. The door is gray, looks to be about 7 feet tall, maybe 2 and a half feet wide. Not sure if I could fit a refrigerator through it. It's smooth to the touch, but there's a couple of scratches near the hinges. Agent Manser knocks loudly on SCP-3971. Agent Manser: Sounds like a door and everything. Control: Let's get this over with. Open it up and report. Agent Manser: Opening the door. There's a small square room, maybe 10 feet on each side. It looks like a closet. Agent Manser steps into SCP-3971-1. Agent Manser: It's empty other than a decent-sized pile of clothing in the middle of the floor and a clock on the wall. The hour hand is covered with tin foil. I can smell burning wires in here, is that something I should be worried about? Control: I'm not seeing anything on the thermal scans from here, shouldn't be an issue. Please use your sample kit to collect a sample of the "tin foil" material on the clock. Agent Manser: Hang on, the door wants to shut, like it's on a spring. I'm going to wedge it open with my back pack. Agent Manser removes his backpack and retrieves the sample kit. He then places it between the door and the jamb, preventing the door from closing completely. As he turns back to the north wall, his left leg nudges the backpack slightly. The door begins to close, pushing the backpack out of the frame. Agent Manser: Taking a sample now. This stuff is weird. It keeps pulling the collection scoop out of my hand. Must be magnetic3. It turns to a liquid when I get it into the sample container. Control: That is odd. Could you tell me what value your Kant Counter is displaying? Agent Manser: 1.14 Humes. The door closes. The latch does not produce any audible noise and neither Control nor Agent Manser remark on this change. The external high-speed camera4 records SCP-3971 demanifesting upon closing. This transition occurs instantaneously. Control: That's within the normal range. Please continue. Agent Manser spends the next 2 minutes recording items within the anomaly, focusing on the pile of clothing. Agent Manser: There's a bunch of wallets here. One has a California ID and about $50 in cash. There's another one here, like a red passport with Russian writing in it. Can't read any of the writing but the number on the top is 11597148.5 I'm bagging up everything, we can review later. Audio detects a faint ticking. Agent Manser: Huh, the door is shut. When did that happen? Control: I'll review the tapes, I didn't see it close either. Anything else of interest in the room? Agent Manser: Nothing that I can see. Agent Manser attempts to open SCP-3971 from the inside. Agent Manser: The door is locked. Are you fucking with me, Redding? Control checks the exterior video and becomes aware that the door to the Roosevelt Bedroom has returned to normal. Control: I can't see the door anymore. Agent Manser: I hear ticking. Fucking clock is ticking now. Agent Manser frantically rattles the interior door handle. Unknown: [UNINTELLIGIBLE] Agent Manser: What the fuck was that? Redding? Come on, Redding. Control is non-responsive. The sound of machinery is heard, followed by a loud grinding noise. Video feed is disrupted. Agent Manser struggles with the door loudly. Agent Manser: I can't open [UNINTELLIGIBLE] at .42 Humes and drop- Grinding noise repeats, followed by 2 minutes of static. The remainder of the transmission is substantially degraded. Analysis of audio indicates an extreme redshift. Unknown [UNINTELLIGIBLE] Agent Manser: [UNINTELLIGIBLE] please [UNINTELLIGIBLE] what? 27 minutes of static. Unknown: [UNINTELLIGIBLE] many [UNINTELLIGIBLE] Agent Manser: It's op- Transmission ends Closing Statement: Agent Redding was found unconscious at his station with no recollection of events following Agent Manser's entry into SCP-3971-1. Analysis of video feed identified personal effects from at least ███ different persons. Addendum: RE: SCP-3971 Test Plan View Message Close DATE: 2013/03/11 FROM: Acting Site Director Austad <noitadnuof.pcs|datsuaj#noitadnuof.pcs|datsuaj> TO: Junior Researcher Talman <noitadnuof.pcs|namlati#noitadnuof.pcs|namlati> SUBJECT: RE: SCP-3971 Test Plan Isaac, I appreciate that you're excited about an opportunity to put some of your training into action on a "real live SCP." You're right, we don't get many opportunities to document Keter class anomalies here. I've read the existing containment procedures on SCP-3971 along with the logs of your drone experiments, and if we're correct, SCP-3971 will stay here until someone goes inside and closes the door. I'm including a copy of the SCP-3107 documentation. Read it and then come back to this email. We are not monsters. We've documented at least ███ deaths attributed to SCP-3971. It's one of a hundred magic doors that we know of and who knows how many more that we don't. There is nothing inside SCP-3971-1. I will not feed this thing any more lives for your curiosity. Do your job. Secure. Contain. Protect. Acting Site Director Austad Attachment: SCP-3107.pdf Footnotes 1. Spectrographic analysis indicates a composition consisting entirely of ytterbium, a soft gray metal normally mined alongside rare earth metals. 2. Emergency position-indicating radio beacon. 3. All components in a Standard Foundation Sample Collection Kit are non-ferromagnetic. 4. Rated for 2350 FPS. 5. ID number matches Communist Party of the Soviet Union Membership of ██████ █████████. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-3971" by IsaacTalman, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-3971. 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-3972 | safe | Item #: SCP-3972 Special Containment Procedures: Researcher Alyx Romana’s film is currently the only non-infohazardous method of storing information relating to SCP-3972’s effect. The film is to be screened to all members of Mobile Task Forces assigned to investigations of both Vytas Andressen’s disappearance and the Slovenian National Society for the Preservation of Vakarinė’s Works, the group that has claimed responsibility for SCP-3972. Biographical information regarding Vytas Andressen is to be deleted from Foundation computers after being stored in three redundant offices available only to personnel immune to Category Lambda-7 infohazardous effect with Level 3972-1 clearance. Personnel are not to take screenshots of, extract portions of, or transcribe the film below without authorization from a Site Director. Researcher Romana is to update the below film in the event new information regarding SCP-3972 must be communicated to Foundation personnel. Instructional classes in video editing were requested by Researcher Romana and approved by Human Resources. Description: See film. + Show transcript [WARNING - INFOHAZARDOUS EFFECTS ON FOUNDATION PERSONNEL APPLY] - Hide transcript [WARNING - INFOHAZARDOUS EFFECTS ON FOUNDATION PERSONNEL APPLY] This film is currently the only non-infohazardous method of storing information relating to SCP-3972’s effect. SCP-3972 is a series of effects relating to photographic images and biographical information of former Foundation Attaché for Baltic Affairs Vytas Andressen. Nearly all photographic images of and true information regarding Andressen1 carries a Category Lambda-7 infohazardous effect. This effect produces acute nausea and swelling of the lymph nodes in 99.8% of tested current and former Foundation personnel, but has not affected any tested non-Foundation persons in 719 clinical trials. The infohazard impacting this information is neutralized by presenting the information in a film or digital video file that meets the following eight content requirements: No on-screen text must appear before the words “A FLORENTINE FILM.”2 Musical recordings created before 1930 and meeting standards Foundation researchers are currently unable to define must be present throughout the entire film. As a 1920 Victor recording of Gabriella Besanzoni singing a selection from Verdi’s ‘Il Trovatore’ was found to meet these requirements, it is used in this film and can currently be heard. No words must be spoken in the film before the reading a specific quote by Oscar Milosz, a French-Lithuanian poet who lived from 1877 to 1939. The quote may be read in English, French, or Lithuanian. On-screen text which includes “KEN BURNS PRESENTS:” followed by a title that may vary must appear. The title ‘SCP-3972’ was selected for convenience. Portions of entirely black screen lasting five seconds or less [MISSING IN VIDEO: are allowed.] Only photographs and videos taken within the legal boundaries of modern-day Lithuania may appear. This includes the five photographs that constitute the complete remaining photographic record of Vytas Andressen. A filmed portion depicting an individual with a degree from an accredited university speaking about SCP-3972’s effects must appear and must contain a genuine emotional response from the individual depicted. The words spoken in this filmed segment must not have been decided upon or scripted beforehand. A credits sequence must appear which contains the names of all SCP Foundation personnel who assembled the film and the phrase ‘Special Thanks to the Slovenian National Society for the Preservation of Vakarinė’s Works.’ Requirements 7 and 8 will be met later in this film. Vytas Andressen, pictured here, was the Foundation Attaché for Baltic Affairs from 1998 to May 11, 2017, when he disappeared at age 59. Simultaneous with his disappearance, all photographs of Andressen disappeared from both physical and digital storage worldwide, and extant biographical information about him gained SCP-3972’s infohazardous effect. The photographs pictured here, the quote by Oscar Milosz, a note, and a complex list of requirements that were eventually reduced to the eight listed previously, were anonymously delivered via post to Foundation diplomatic offices in Brussels on June 1, 2017. Foundation infohazard detection alerted on-site personnel to the presence of low-level Category Lambda-7 Infohazardous Effect on the materials. The Foundation forwarded the information to a previously determined to be immune group of researchers, including myself, by June 3. The included note was confiscated by employees of the O5 Commission Internal Affairs Bureau before delivery to our research team. The only information they have currently provided is that in the note, the Slovenian National Society for the Preservation of Vakarinė’s Works claims responsibility for Andressen’s disappearance and presented ransom demands. No information regarding the Society is available to this research team, and we have been assured that hostage negotiations and anti-Society activity are the purview of Mobile Task Forces who will have this film screened for them. That is the extent of the information we have been asked to make available on the Foundation database at this time. The filmed portion from requirement 7 and the credits sequence from requirement 8 follow. “This is Researcher Alyx Romana making the 51st attempt at an SCP-3972-compliant recording. So. From all I’ve gleaned from the exceedingly vague instructions given to me by both internal affairs and the documentation provided, there’s supposed to be some sort of talking head segment vaguely resembling one in a Ken Burns documentary. There’s apparently not allowed to be any scripting, any time I’ve written even a word down that I’m intending to use or brought an index card, it’s failed. We brought 15 D-Class personnel with us to Slovenia, where I’m stuck up in this stuffy office, and we’ve been through each of them three—four times now, and we’re running out of barf bags. So, I’m really hoping that my frustration at this process begins to count as a genuine enough emotional response for these requirements. My frustration, in fact, knows no bounds as…none of this goddamn anomaly makes sense. Why would you create an infohazard, create a loophole, send it to the Foundation and make the loophole related to an American documentary filmmaker who doesn’t have to be involved in the process? We’ve [CENSORED BY ORDER OF THE O5 COMMISSION INTERNAL AFFAIRS BUREAU] – he has nothing to do with this, he has nothing to do with Slovenia. There’s no professional standards required for this film, as you can tell by the fact that I’m filming myself with it… [laughter] Okay. I’m beginning to think somebody’s playing a prank on us. Footnotes 1. His name and former position within the Foundation are not effected by the infohazard and are thusly included in the Special Containment Procedures. 2. An American film company from Walpole, NH, owned by Ken Burns. |
SCP-3973 | safe | SCP-3973 in containment. Item #: SCP-3973 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3973 is to be kept in a locked box and placed inside of a standard anomalous item locker in the Site-16 storage room. Testing is approved for and staff Level 2 or higher. Staff who wish to test SCP-3973 must make an entry in the log book located in the Site-16 storage room. Following Interview 3973-1 and Dr. Harpy's request, SCP-3973's containment procedures are to be changed. SCP-3973 is to be kept in a locked 30x30x30 cm acrylic glass box in Site-16's Anomalous Item Research Lab 104. The scenery inside of the glass box should be changed once a month as an incentive for SCP-3973 to continue to comply with interviews. The scenery may be changed by adding more miniatures, plastic foliage, sand, or plastic rocks. These have been provided by Dr. Harpy and can be found in a labeled box in the Site-16 break room. Staff who wish to test or interview SCP-3973 must have a security clearance of Level 2 or higher and receive permission from Dr. Harpy first. Description: SCP-3973 is a standard miniature from the tabletop war game Warhammer 40,0001. The object is physically unremarkable, being composed of plastic and reaching a height of about 3.3 cm. SCP-3973 is covered in layers of ███████ brand model paint. The object's only apparent anomalous property is an influence over the outcome of dice rolls within a 50-cm radius caused by unknown means. When it was originally contained, all dice rolled within a 50-cm radius of SCP-3973 always landed with the lowest side facing up. Due to this, SCP-3973 was originally classified as an anomalous item and denied full SCP classification. For a total of ██ months, SCP-3973 was kept in storage in one of Site-16's anomalous item lockers. During one of Site-16's routine anomalous item checks, Incident 3973-FC occurred. See below for details. + Incident 3973-FC - Incident 3973-FC The following is an excerpt from the log of Dr. Harpy. At the time, Dr. Harpy was preforming routine anomaly checks on multiple items from Site-16's Anomalous Items Department. Item Description: A tabletop war game miniature that influenced dice rolled within a 50-cm radius to land with the lowest side facing up. Date of Recovery: 02/09/██ Location of Recovery: █████████, ██ Current Status: A standard anomalous item locker in Site-16. Testing materials: One U.S. quarter One four-sided die One six-sided die One eight-sided die One 10-sided die One 12-sided die One 20-sided die Test 1: Procedure: One U.S. quarter is flipped within the item's area of effect. Results: The quarter lands vertically on its side. Test repeated five times with the same results For brevity, tests two through six have been excluded. Procedure included rolling each die multiple times and each test resulted in the die landing with the "1" side facing up. Test 7: Procedure: An impromptu test after accidentally knocking multiple dice into the object's area of effect. A total of six dice were rolled in the 50cm area. Results: Dice landed in a pattern that resembled a "smiley face", with the six- and four-sided dice making two eyes and the rest forming a mouth. Test repeated a total of seven times, with the dice landing in the exact same formation each time. Requesting further research into the anomalous properties of this object. + Experiment Log 3973-1 - Experiment Log 3973-1 For brevity, the following excerpts are some of the more important findings from experiments with SCP-3973. Test 1: Procedure: Asked for die to land on the "2" side. Results: Die landed on the "2" side After several tests to confirm that the results were an anomalous effect, and not merely coincidence, Dr. Harpy suggested asking SCP-3973 if it was listening or could understand them, as it was able to give them the numbers they asked for. Test 14: Procedure: Asked if SCP-3973 could understand what the doctors were saying, with the "2" side for yes and the "3" side for no. Results: The die landed with the "2" side facing up. Analysis: The possibility of sapience in SCP-3973 is considered. Test 15: Procedure: Asked if SCP-3973 was aware of what was going on around it. Results: The die landed with the "2" side facing up. Test 16: Procedure: Asked if SCP-3973 had thoughts. Results: The die landed with the "2" side facing up. Note: In the ██ months that SCP-3973 as been in Foundation custody, it has been kept in a box in a locked anomalous item containment locker. Now we are faced with the possibility of sapience. -Dr. Harpy Through testing, it was revealed that SCP-3973 exhibits signs of sapience. A communication system has been established with SCP-3973. The object must be placed on a surface that has a radius less than 50 cm. The interviewer can then roll a 20-sided and a 6-sided die. SCP-3973 will make the die show a number that lines up with a letter of the alphabet. If the letter is on a spot in the alphabet lower than 20, SCP-3973 will make the 6-sided die fall off of the table. All dice falling off of the table indicates a period. + Interview 3973-1 - Interview 3973-1 Interviewed: SCP-3973 Interviewer: Dr. Harpy Foreword: Dr. Harpy performed the interview with the aforementioned dice-based communication system. <Begin Log> Dr. Harpy: What is the first thing you can remember, SCP-3973? SCP-3973: WHERE IS COMMANDER Dr. Harpy: Commander? Can you elaborate? SCP-3973: COMMANDER TOOK ME AND SQUAD IN. PUT US TOGETHER. MADE US THE MEN WE ARE TODAY. Dr. Harpy: Others? There are more like you? SCP-3973: OTHERS BUT NOT LIKE ME. LOOK THE SAME BUT NO BRAINS. STILL NICE TO BE AROUND. Dr. Harpy: What is the last thing you can remember before being put into our custody? SCP-3973: COMMANDER WAS UPSET. NOT SURE WHY. WAS HELPING COMMANDER WIN BIG BATTLE. GIVING HIGHEST ROLLS. PEOPLE SEEMED MAD AT COMMANDER. CALL THEM CHEATER. I THOUGHT I DID SOMETHING WRONG. DECIDED TO GIVE LOWEST INSTEAD OF HIGHEST FROM THEN ON. TOO LATE. COMMANDER LEFT US IN A DROP POD. Dr. Harpy: …I think I see. You've done well SCP-3973. Any closing remarks? SCP-3973: THANK YOU FOR LISTENING SERGEANT <End Log> Note: Following Interview 3973-1, I am formally requesting a change in the containment procedures for SCP-3973. I suggest moving the object to a glass box in an Anomalous Item Research Lab so it can see people more often as a "reward" for being compliant during interviews. - Dr. Harpy Addendum: SCP-3973 was discovered at ████████, a war game tournament in the city of █████████, ██. A Foundation agent (Agent T████) who was attending that tournament on their personal time had heard rumors of a competitor (M████ C████) who had been accused of cheating at multiple tournaments. M████ C████ left all his figures behind in a box after getting banned for cheating at the tournament. Agent T████ took the box home to try to find out how the cheating had occurred. Shortly after, the anomalous property was discovered. Several items were discovered in the box that SCP-3973 was found in, including: Several more Space Marine miniatures Several different types of dice Photographs of miniatures posed together, SCP-3973 is possibly in one of them Footnotes 1. Model, paint scheme, and paint type all indicate that it comes from the "Space Marine + Paint" set. The paint scheme and characteristics such as the inverted omega symbol identify it as part of the "Ultramarines chapter". ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-3973" by Sly161, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-3973. 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-3974 | keter | Agent ███████ in advanced stage infection of SCP-3974-A. Item #: SCP-3974 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3974 instances are stored in humanoid containment cells. Relative humidity is to remain below 50%. The temperature of the cells containing instances -1,-2, and -4, is to be kept at 17° Celsius. The containment cells of SCP-3974 objects are to be decontaminated once daily. Level-A hazmat suits are required for direct or indirect interaction with said objects. The temperature of the cell containing SCP-3974-3 is to be kept at 15° Celsius. Food provided to the object is to be in paste form, and its heart rate is to be monitored during its sleep cycle. The object is to be tranquilized should it attempt to inflict self harm. It is to receive counselling on a regular basis, until its condition stabilizes. Should any personnel assigned to SCP-3974 exhibit symptoms of SCP-3974-A infection, they are to be quarantined and tested. Personnel infected by SCP-3974-A are to be considered lost, and their remains incinerated. The area they had occupied is to be decontaminated. To encourage cooperation and maintain psychological health, personnel handling SCP-3974 instances are permitted to address said instances by the appropriate names given prior to containment. All other personnel are required to refer to an instance by its respective designation. Following Incident 3974-3C, additional security measures have been implemented, to prevent potential unauthorized retrieval of SCP-3974 instances. Description: SCP-3974 is the designation for 4 human children, referred to as SCP-3974-1 to -4. Instances -1 and -3 are disfigured as a result of unfavorable conditions during initial transport. The remaining instances are unremarkable in appearance, aside from their anomalous condition. The bodies of SCP-3974 instances have been converted into chocolate candy1 through an unknown process. All organs corresponding to a human subject are present within the instances, and function as expected. The skeletal structure is composed of compacted sugar crystals, with a density similar to that of human bone. The nutritional requirements of the objects are identical to that of children of similar age range. Unknown metabolic processes allow for nutrients absorbed to be converted into chocolate. SCP-3974 instances are carriers of a previously unknown viral pathogen2, henceforth referred to as SCP-3974-A. Infection occurs through physical contact, or with bodily fluids of SCP-3974 instances. Upon infecting a human subject, SCP-3974-A will begin to rearrange its tissues into a material approximately 80% identical to chocolate, in terms of nutrition and structure. Initial symptoms include fever, skin lesions and lethargy, later developing into diarrhea, loss of mobility, and vomiting. The infection will progress to a point where the subject is completely converted into chocolate and expires due to organ failure3. Similar to SCP-3974 instances, infected subjects are also able to spread the infection. Consuming the chocolate created by SCP-3974-A will invariably result in infection. The pathogen affects all cell types, with the exception of erythrocytes and osteocytes. The exact process by which SCP-3974-A converts a host's tissues into chocolate is unclear, however, it is notably complex, involving multiple stages. Following lysis, additional virions and a chocolate-like substance is released. The pathogen also utilizes the gut flora of the subject to facilitate fermentation of the chocolate substance, which produces flavor precursors responsible for a chocolate taste. Research is ongoing into methods, or antiviral drugs to treat this infection. SCP-3974 instances are susceptible to melting when exposed to temperatures above 17° Celsius. Disfigurement caused by melting has not been observed to heal, and is currently considered irreversible. Unrelated injuries such as minor cuts or abrasions have been observed to heal. All SCP-3974 instances were initially recovered on ██/██/19██, from the property of █████ Garrison, in ██████, ████. The subject owns a local confection production company. On ██/██/19██, Garrison organised an event inspired by the book, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, by Roald Dahl, to celebrate its anniversary. This event involved selecting subjects of ages ranging from 8 to 12 who had randomly found prizes within confections produced by his company. These subjects were granted a tour of Garrison's facility, during which the children were converted into their current state. All but one of the children selected, ████ ████, were retrieved by the Foundation and designated SCP-3974 instances. Both Garrison and ████ ████ have not been located to date, and are considered persons of interest. No anomalous equipment were encountered in the facility. Parents and guardians associated with the event were administered appropriate amnestic treatment, and led to believe that a gas leak was responsible for their loss of consciousness. The facility was secured, and the children and Garrison were reported to have died in a minor explosion. Evidence was fabricated as necessary, and suitable cadavers were supplied in place of the instances. Addendum 3974-1a: It was discovered, shortly after initial discovery, that the chocolate comprising SCP-3974-3 melts at a higher rate than other instances. During transport, the object began melting, resulting in severe disfigurement and the loss of coherent speech. It expresses constant discomfort, if not pain. SCP-3974-3 attempted to self terminate on ██/██/19██, by repeatedly slamming its head on its toilet seat, resulting in further disfigurement. SCP-3974-3 was successfully tranquilized before serious injury was inflicted. It was treated for contusions, and subsequently diagnosed with clinical depression. Addendum 3974-2a: Senior Researcher ██████ has abolished the practice of addressing SCP-3974 instances by the names given prior to their containment, as no further information can be obtained from said objects. Addendum 3974-3a: The following documents are restricted to personnel with a clearance level of 4/3974 or above. + Document 3974-B - ACCESS GRANTED Item #: SCP-3974-B Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3974-B is to be contained within a humanoid containment cell with a filtered ventilation system with the ability to be hermetically sealed if required. The containment chamber is to be decontaminated once daily by a team of personnel wearing level-A hazmat suits. Food and water are to be provided subsequently. Permission to tranquilize the object during this procedure has been granted, should it refuse to cooperate with personnel, or display hostility. The object is to be handled with the same precautions as bio-hazardous materials. The object has been known to react with hostility toward personnel assigned to its containment. On-site personnel are to be monitored for symptoms of SCP-3974-A infection. Appropriate procedures are to be administered, should infection be detected. Although SCP-3974-B is deceased, information given by the object suggests that its consciousness still exists in an undetermined location. Resources are being allocated to confirm its statement, facilitate its recovery, and subsequently contain the object. Description: SCP-3974-B is a Caucasian male, formerly known as ████ ████, aged at 12 years, although it identifies itself as █████ Garrison. The object is physically identical to a non-anomalous human subject within the appropriate age range, but behaves atypically. The object exhibits a mental capacity equivalent of a subject aged at least 30 years. SCP-3974-B is an asymptomatic carrier of SCP-3974-A; experiencing no ill effects from the pathogen. Infection occurs through physical contact with SCP-3974-B, or its bodily fluids. The reason why the object is unaffected by the pathogen is not known. The object claims to possess the skills required to produce anomalous consumables, assumed to be detrimental to human subjects. This property has not been observed, and is currently unconfirmed. SCP-3974-B was recovered at the confection manufacturing facility of █████ Garrison, on ██/██/19██. Agents assigned to monitor the facility recognized the object as one of the children last seen with Garrison, and proceeded to apprehend it. The object responded with hostility, and infected 2 agents, thus confirming its anomalous properties. + Interview Log 3974-2 - ACCESS GRANTED Interviewed: SCP-3974-B Interviewer: Dr. ██████ <Begin Log> SCP-3974-B: How long do you intend to keep me here? Dr. ██████: SCP-3974-B, please state your nature. SCP-3974-B : Is that the way it is, then? Very well. I have time. My prison is a holy place. Dr. ██████: SCP-3974-B, you are to cooperate with my instructions. State your nature. SCP-3974-B: I used to be known as █████ Garrison, owner of the factory where your people ambushed me. You are free to refer to me as such, although now I am something more. I am a messenger. Dr. ██████: As we stated in the last interview, your designation is SCP-3974-B, and you will be referred to as such. Explain what you meant when you said you are a messenger. SCP-3974-B: A messenger for the chocolate gods. Are you intent on receiving the good news? Dr. ██████: We'll leave that for a later interview. Explain why your appearance is identical to that of ████ ████. SCP-3974-B: Ah, ████. He was the perfect host for me. I specifically chose him over the other children. I fed him the chocolate of transference, so I could infuse my consciousness into his being. I must say, it certainly is refreshing to feel young again. Dr. ██████: What is the chocolate of transference? SCP-3974-B: It is an esoteric secret of the chocolate realm. Through vigorous study and devotion, I was able to unlock its secrets. When another mortal consumes it, he is infused by the essence of the one who crafted it. Dr. ██████: And ████? SCP-3974-B: There's nothing left of his consciousness in this form. Dr. ██████: So he's dead? SCP-3974-B: Don't be so small minded, although I doubt if you can help it. I set him free, as a martyr. He was a worthy sacrifice to usher in a new age of wisdom and prosperity. Before this, my body was dying. Doctors like you couldn't cure me. So I turned my back on your forms of science. Science which couldn't cure my father either, nor his father. I was determined to change my fate. Chocolate was my remedy. But I needed more time. I needed more time to decipher the message of the chocolate gods, to save us all. So I transferred my consciousness into this body. Dr. ██████: And the other children? Are you responsible for converting their bodies into chocolate? SCP-3974-B: Ah, the children, yes. You stole them from my place of residence, didn't you? Not a very wise move. Their conditions hadn't properly stabilized yet, you know? I returned to acquire them, but when I arrived, your people were waiting for me. I can only assume that you are experiencing some difficulty in keeping the children stable. Tell me. How are you handling the melting? Don't tell me you haven't figured out how to stop it. I can help them, if you let me treat them. I still require them for the next phase of the grand design. Dr. ██████: Request denied. Answer the question. SCP-3974-B: How cold of you. Very well. I shall enlighten you. Yes, I am responsible for their current state. To you, it may seem like I used them as lab rats. But they will be rewarded by the chocolate gods for their hardship. Like me, I intend for them to be so much more. They do not know it yet, but they are instrumental in the arrival of the chocolate gods. Dr. ██████: In what way? SCP-3974-B: They are needed for the summoning ritual. It will be a glorious sight, doctor. But the children are not yet ready. I trust that you are treating them well. Dr. ██████: We'll leave that for a later interview, then. Explain the nature of the pathogen you carry. What do you know about it? SCP-3974-B: It's the message, and I'd prefer it if you refer it it as such. Dr. ██████: Explain it in detail. SCP-3974-B: One must experience it to understand. If you are worthy, all shall be made known to you. If you are righteous, you have nothing to fear. Thousands of years ago, the chocolate gods breached the veil between our two realms, and taught the ancients the way of chocolate making. However, over time, we grew to be independent of them, and their presence in our realm waned. We forgot that they were once real. Many forgot them altogether. Now, they wish to return, and through the message it shall be made possible. Chocolate is, in itself, a divine blessing. Why do you think the scientific name for the cacao tree means "food of the deities"? Dr. ██████: How and when were you infected? SCP-3974-B: Infected? (laughs) Do not proceed to insult me, doctor. I am not a sick man. Not anymore. I was saved. I have been blessed. When I stepped into the chocolate realm, I was given this message to spread to all of humanity, on behalf of the chocolate gods. This 'pathogen', as you call it, is alive. And I have been given authority over it, as the harbinger of the truth. It exists as a means for our species to transcend our mortal forms, and become one with the chocolate realm. Dr. ██████: We'll end the interview here. SCP-3974-B: You cannot contain the chocolate gods. I've already broken the barrier when I stepped through the other side. It is only a matter of time. Repent, doctor. Repent, for they are harsh to the sinners. Eat the chocolate of repentance, and accept my message. The great reckoning is nigh- (Dr. ██████ deactivates the microphone within the containment chamber.) <End Log> Closing Statement: Dr. ██████ proposes that additional security measures are taken in the containment of the object. Psychiatric evaluation of SCP-3974-B has also been suggested. + Interview Log 3974-3 - ACCESS GRANTED Interviewed: SCP-3974-B Interviewer: Dr. ████ Foreword: Dr. ████ requested an interview with SCP-3974-B to gain information into methods of reversing SCP-3974-A infection, as well as the condition affecting SCP-3974 instances. <Begin Log> Dr. ████: Good day, SCP-3974-B. Are you comfortable? SCP-3974-B: Not in the least. Dr. ████: Good. SCP-3974-B: My, you're particularly acrimonious. Dr. ████: I'm here to ask you some questions regarding the children. You mentioned that you are responsible for their condition? SCP-3974-B: Yes, and they can thank me once the chocolate gods have returned. Dr. ████: Thank you? Do you know that because of you, they are going to spend their lives surrounded by four walls? They'll never be able to feel the warmth of human touch. Do you realize that one of them almost tried to kill… itself? SCP-3974-B: You had better not let any harm come to them. They are needed for the ritual. And for your information, they will have salvation- Dr. ████: Enough. I can't stand the fact that you're masquerading in that poor boy's skin. How do we reverse the process? How do we cure the children? SCP-3974-B: Oh, doctor, you can't cure what was never sick. Dr. ████: Listen, you- Dr. ██████: That's enough. This interview is over. SCP-3974-B: Doctor, please calm down. If you need to relieve your stress, I'll have you know chocolate has some very positive effects on the mind- (Dr. ██████ deactivates the microphone within the containment chamber.) <End Log> Closing Statement: The interview was terminated, due to Dr. ████'s noticeably heightened emotional state. Dr. ████ was decided to be unsuitable to be assigned to SCP-3974 research, and was transferred to another project. Additional Comments: Yes, I was upset, but can you blame me? Those instances are only children. I know that they're anomalous now, and dangerous to handle, but they were and still are children. They're scared, and their lives will never be the same. Blood samples, researchers in hazmat suits, being dehumanized. Look, I have a daughter around the same age as -1. It was her birthday recently. You know how it is. Presents, friends, cake. All the while I was thinking about SCP-3974. -1, -2, -3, and -4. They'll never have that again. And it's because of that madman. What else can I say? Imagine if something like that happened to your kid. What would you do? It was a bit better when we could use their actual names, but this is just too much. I was trained to study viruses, not to treat children like objects. I know I'm going to be reassigned to another project. It's for the better. I can't keep doing this to those children. I can't sleep knowing that there's nothing I can do. Just promise me that the instances will be decently taken care of. I don't know, it can't hurt to give them some children's books, or video games, or something. Make sure that madman never hurts another child again. -Dr. ████ + Interview Log 3974-4 - ACCESS GRANTED Interviewed: SCP-3974-B Interviewer: Dr. ██████ Foreword: As of ██/██/19██, the physical health of SCP-3974-B appeared to decline steadily for unknown reasons. The object was observed to regularly vomit a substance identical to chocolate. The interview was conducted to determine if the object required medical attention, or if it was feigning illness. <Begin Log> SCP-3974-B: Joyous days. Joyous days are here at last, doctor. Dr. ██████: How are you feeling, SCP-3974-B? SCP-3974-B: Fine. More than fine, actually. Dr. ██████: Your physical health appears to be in decline. SCP-3974-B: Revelation. I have received a divine revelation from the chocolate realm. They showed me a great vision while I dreamed. My lords have not forsaken me. Dr. ██████: We believe you are not well. Would you agree with our judgement? SCP-3974-B: No, doctor, your judgement is bogus. There is only the chocolate truth. I saw a great vision. The reckoning is nigh. I was standing atop a mountain, with the four sacrifices. They were so beautiful. And there it was! The heavens were torn asunder, and a torrent of chocolate poured forth! Marvelous! The chocolate gods are graceful, beautiful, but also wrathful. I called down the mountain to all the people, scrambling like frightened sheep. Repent, you sinners! Repent! Eat the chocolate of repentance so your souls may be saved! The great flood brought magnificent destruction. Those poor fools. Why didn't they listen? There is no defying the chocolate gods. In the end, divine destiny prevailed upon the earth. We were all absorbed into the harmonious unity of the chocolate realm. Soon I will be free, doctor. I must fulfill my place in this divine plan. Dr. ██████: Are you threatening to breach containment? SCP-3974-B: You shall see. Listen, doctor, I've tolerated you lot for long enough, but I think this may be the last time you and I speak with each other in this mortal plane. (object is observed to vomit) You have transgressed against the messenger of the chocolate gods, and thus committed a grave sin. Repent now, sinner, or face a terrible judgement. Dr. ██████: Is that a threat, or do you believe you are about to expire early? SCP-3974-B: Both. But it's not me that's about to 'expire early'. I wasn't ready to die all those years ago, when people like you told me I couldn't be cured. And I'm not even close to dying now. I'll let you in on a little secret, doctor. You know that chocolate of transference I fed to the child? I have more. And I have followers. When the time is right, my most devoted acolyte will consume the- (object coughs violently, and vomits a large volume of chocolate). He will consume it. And I will be reborn. Freed from this prison, just as Peter was in the Bible. (laughs) Although, that isn't exactly to my taste. Personally, I prefer Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. Dr. ██████: The object appears unstable, alert the medical team. Prepare tranquilizers. SCP-3974-B: This is where we part ways, doctor. But I will return for the children. For now, I leave a representative of the chocolate realm with you, an incarnation of the living message. They told me I would die. They could not cure me. I told them chocolate was my life, and as long as there is chocolate I will continue to live. I am the carrier of the message. It is my mission to save all those people from the wrath of the chocolate gods. I will feed them the chocolate of salvation and protect them with my essence. I am the living message, and this is a taste of the wrath of the chocolate gods. (SCP-3974-B collapses and convulses violently.) Dr. ██████: Get a medical team in here! (Through security footage, SCP-3974-B is observed to vomit an anomalously large volume of chocolate and blood.) Dr. ██████: God damn it! Medical team, get in here! (The stomach of SCP-3974-B ruptures [DATA EXPUNGED], and an entity emerges. The entity is much larger than what could possibly be contained within the abdominal cavity of SCP-3974-B.) Dr. ██████: Security! SCP-3974-B: Holy, holy, holy, are the denizens of the chocolate realm [inaudible] (the object expires, and its remains are observed to dissolve into chocolate, and are absorbed by the entity.) <End Log> + Incident 3974-3C - ACCESS GRANTED The entity originating from SCP-3974-B is described to be composed of chocolate, resembling no known terrestrial organism. Additionally, it was capable of spreading SCP-3974-A infection, and exhibited hostility towards personnel. It appears as an asymmetrical mass of tentacles extending from a main structure, approximately 8 m in length. The organism possesses a feeding orifice, appearing as a jaw-less, funnel-shaped opening. Observations indicate that the entity is carnivorous, believed to utilize the infection caused by SCP-3974-A to pre-digest its targets, before absorbing the substance produced. No sensory organs pertaining to sight are visible on the organism, suggesting adaptation to an environment without light. Attempts to injure the organism caused it to emit high pitched shrieks, that inflicted intense pain in human subjects in its vicinity. The entity breached containment, through use of applied force against the interior of the containment chamber, shortly after the events of Interview 3974-2. The entity resisted attempts to incapacitate it by use of firearms, allowing it to resist containment, and terminate ██ on-site personnel, including Dr. ██████. The entity was successfully neutralized by sustained use of flamethrowers, by a security team equipped with ear protection. No further study of the entity was feasible as its remains were heavily damaged and disfigured. Furthermore, it completely dissolved within minutes of expiring. It was subsequently incinerated, and most of the area of the site was decontaminated from SCP-3974-A. Review of security footage, and reports from personnel, suggest that the organism was attempting to reach the area containing SCP-3974 instances -1 to -4, although this cannot be confirmed. Addendum 3974-4a: For more information regarding an additional anomalous event connected to SCP-3974, personnel with appropriate clearance levels may consult documentation for SCP-3409. Footnotes 1. This material mimics the consistency and properties of human tissue. 2. Virions of the pathogen consist of a lipid envelope containing its genetic material and several unidentified proteins, with a capsid diameter of 300 nm. 3. Complete conversion occurs within 9-15 days, with subjects usually expiring within a week. |
SCP-3975 | keter | Insignia found on SCP-3975 media. Item #: SCP-3975 Special Containment Procedures: All Foundation agents embedded in the Canadian government are aware of the existence of SCP-3975 and its containment is considered a secondary or primary duty of all Foundation employees based in Canada working with government-related anomalies. Any physical instances of SCP-3975 that are not initially contained by embedded agents are to be confiscated by the nearest Foundation Mobile Task Force with amnestics distributed as appropriate. Foundation operated web analysis bot Alpha-59 ("OREOSTOP") is currently tasked with monitoring and removing any surviving online instances. Description: SCP-3975 is an anomalous phenomenon that manifests within the territory of Canada, centered around a nonexistent government department referred to as the "Department of Oreo Conservation". SCP-3975 takes the form of official media distributed with the insignia of the Canadian government which manifests either physically or online after first appearing spontaneously in the workplaces of Canadian government officials. Media produced by SCP-3975 centers around the popular Oreo brand of cookies (produced by Christie in Canada and owned by Mondelēz International) and attempts to mimic an official opinion from the Canadian government on the subject of Oreos. Examples of documented media include letters to businesses and individual citizens, educational videos, websites, and tweets by government departments. The contents of SCP-3975 media attempt to associate positive emotions with Oreos and/or encourage actions that benefit the brand while disparaging its rivals under the auspices of government authority.1 SCP-3975 instances usually include overly patriotic language and attempt to tie the Oreo snack brand to Canadian national identity, despite their American origin. While no negative consequences will result from disobeying or ignoring SCP-3975 instances, they are considered a Keter-class threat due to their widespread proliferation in spite of attempted Foundation containment and their potential to create a Broken Masquerade scenario (see Incident Log). SCP-3975 first manifested on Global Affairs Canada's website in 2001 as a mock notice proclaiming a temporary ban on the importation of Hydrox cookies to Canada. The notice was quickly taken down and was initially believed to be a hoax before the first physical phenomena manifested a month later. Shortly thereafter, the Foundation designated the phenomena as SCP-3975 and entered into a containment agreement with the Department of Justice. Neither Mondelēz International nor their local subsidiaries expressed knowledge of SCP-3975 before or during its manifestation and it does not appear to have been an intentional action by the company. Partial Log of SCP-3975 Media Canada: A History of Our Land (2003), a generic educational history textbook produced by the government of Ontario. A chapter dealing with the early 20th century was altered to include several paragraphs about Orville Reed, a fictional person who is said to have invented the Oreo cookie while working as a baker in Toronto in 1912.2 The twelve squares made of interconnected triangles in the Oreo design are said to represent the eleven provinces and territories of Canada at the time, with the twelfth representing unity. A public service advertisement depicting an American and Canadian smiling while standing on opposite sides of the Canada-United States border at Derby Line, Vermont/Stanstead, Quebec. The American is depicted holding an unopened package of Hydrox cookies, while the Canadian holds a package of Oreos. A caption below the two reads "Different cookies. Different countries. Same friendship." A letter sent to Leafy Goods (the distributor of Hydrox in Canada) demanding that all packaging for Hydrox cookies sold in the country be labeled with graphic warnings that consumption of the cookies may cause cancer. To support their decree, the Department of Oreo Conservation cites a study from the "Sub-Department of Confectionary Competitor Regulation". An example is attached that is similar to the warnings used on cigarette packs in the country, with the phrase "Hydrox will kill your taste buds" next to a picture of a graphically unhealthy human tongue. A five-minute video produced for Canada Day that depicts a montage of Canadians of various races and religious denominations all consuming Oreo cookies while staring at the camera and smiling. An accompanying voiceover states "Many things make Canada great. Our environment. Our diversity. And, of course, our food. Over a century after Orville Reed first made that uniquely Canadian snack, people in our country and all around the world have experienced the joy of a creamy filling surrounded by a delicious chocolate cookie. So on this Canada Day, eat Oreos. For the pride of your home and native land." Partial Incident Log Incident 012 "Confectionary and Aluminum/Steel Tariff Agreement" [Most Recent Incident] In March 2018, a diplomatic message was sent to the White House from Ottawa shortly after US President Donald Trump authorized tariffs on imports of steel and aluminum into the United States with a temporary exemption for Canada and Mexico. The message proposed a "Confectionary and Aluminum/Steel Tariff Agreement" in which the United States would permanently ban the importation of Hydrox cookies into Canada and acknowledge that Oreos are a "national cookie of distinctly Canadian origin" while the Canadian government imposes a 10% tariff on all non-Oreo cookie imports. In exchange, Canada would agree to a permanent 15% tariff on aluminum and steel exports to the United States. Although the message was reported to the Foundation, an unknown government employee leaked it to the press before it could be fully suppressed. An article from the Toronto Star entitled "Canadian Government Demands Tariffs on Cookies" was available on their website for approximately half an hour before a DDoS attack from Alpha-59 temporarily brought the website down. Amnestics were issued to the newspaper staff and persons confirmed to have viewed the article, but low-level rumors of "Oreo tariffs" continue to persist among the Canadian populace. Incident 004 "The Oreo Party" During the 2006 Canadian federal election, numerous election pamphlets and other materials distributed by the Canadian government became infected by SCP-3975 when information on official parties was altered to include the Oreo Party, whose platform supposedly consisted of a ban on the sale of Hydrox in Canada, opposition to government-funded research into links between obesity and sugar, and free Oreos for every public school cafeteria. Although widespread in its distribution, the SCP-3975 instances advertised that only one candidate was running for the Oreo Party, the nonexistent "Orville Reed IV" in the riding of Pickering-Scarborough East (the same riding where the phenomena claims Oreos were invented). SCP-3975 media made the claim that neither the Liberal, Conservative, nor New Democratic parties would be running candidates in the riding (in actuality, all three did) and that Reed IV was endorsed by Prime Minister Paul Martin as "a necessary voice for our national snack." Media was suppressed and amnestics were issued by the Foundation following a wide-ranging cover-up that took several weeks; election proceeded without incident. Incident 009 "Bonfire of the Bad Cookies" In early 2012, SCP-3975 began to manifest exponentially across Canada as a series of letters sent to Canadian citizens urging them to participate in a nonexistent government-sponsored event referred to as the "Bonfire of the Bad Cookies." Supposedly taking place on 6 March3, the letters encouraged citizens to acquire non-Oreo brand cookies and throw them in a designated "Cookie Firepit" at 18:00 local time in each province. The event was said to be a "movement of social protest" against "the encroachment of substandard dessert foods into our national diet." Canadian citizens who participated in the event were promised a voucher which could be used to purchase two standard 500g packages of Oreos. Despite Foundation attempts to suppress the produced media and public knowledge of the event, the cities of Vancouver, Toronto and Ottawa each had roughly a dozen citizens who were aware of the event and arrived at the designated fire location. At 18:00 local time, a pile of wooden logs and cardboard spontaneously manifested in each city, as did an unidentified individual (henceforth SCP-3975-A) who wore a black shirt depicting a white Maple Leaf and the face of an Oreo cookie on its front while wielding a torch. The SCP-3975-A instances lit the fire, shouted "Let the confectionary cleansing begin" and immediately de-manifested; Foundation Mobile Task Forces shut down each event and distributed amnestics to participants shortly afterwards. To date, this is the only occasion where a humanoid entity has appeared during an SCP-3975 incident. Footnotes 1. In particular, the Hydrox brand of cookies is frequently attacked in SCP-3975 media and unfavorably compared to Oreos. 2. The Oreo cookie was actually first developed by the National Biscuit Company (now Nabisco) in Manhattan, New York and introduced during that year. 3. The one hundredth anniversary of Oreo cookies first being introduced for sale in New York. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-3975" by ObserverSeptember, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-3975. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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SCP-3976 | euclid | Item #: SCP-3976 Special Containment Procedures: Foundation web crawlers and personnel are to monitor media channels for any signs of an SCP-3976 manifestation. Once detected, containment and security personnel under the guise of UK national law enforcement are to be dispatched to the site of SCP-3976 to secure a perimeter and investigate the manifestation. Description: SCP-3976 is the collective term for a series of manifestations of apparent murder scenes of famous mystery writer Agatha Christie1. Thus far, every SCP-3976 instance has been located in rural England, and all components of each instance have been limited to a 50-meter radius. Additionally, every instance has appeared between the hours of 22:31 and 08:36, local time, although no records or witnesses of a manifestation event exist. Each SCP-3976 instance consists of the following components: A copy of the corpse of Agatha Christie2, designated SCP-3976. In each recorded instance, the corpse shows signs of violent struggle or murder. Several items in some way related to murder. For instance, a murder weapon such as a gun or knife, or a personal artifact, such as a piece of jewelry or a diary. In no recorded SCP-3976 instance have there been any witnesses to a killing. Notable Recorded Instances: Instance Date & Location State of Corpse Artifacts Notes SCP-3976-1 March 30, 2001, Stoodleigh. A corpse was found in the kitchen of an occupied two-story house. Corpse had two gunshot wounds, one in the stomach and the other in the chest. A revolver, from which two shots had been fired, laid on the ground next to the body. The corpse had a small piece of paper with the word "TEETH" hastily scrawled in what was later determined to be charcoal. First recorded SCP-3976 instance. As a result, it was investigated as a murder by local police and later Foundation forensic personnel. SCP-3976-5 September 22, 2007, Broad Chalke. A corpse was found in the back room of a local grocery. Corpse contained no visible signs of trauma, but forensic analysis determined that it contained high levels of arsenic. A sandwich with a bite taken out of it was found on the floor next to the corpse. In addition, a small golden ring was found in the sandwich. News of the manifestation reached local media before Foundation intervention, requiring a medium-scale cover-up scheme. SCP-3976-11 March 12, 2011, outside Templecombe. The corpse was found in an abandoned tool shed. Corpse was found with a chisel driven into its heart. A cell phone was found next to the corpse, with a contact list filled with various dentists. The window closest to the corpse had shattered outwards. A follow-up investigation into each of the dentists led to no further results. SCP-3976-18 January 5, 2018, Site 112. A corpse was found in the office of Dr. Sipai. Corpse was wearing a standard-issue Foundation lab coat, and had identification for one "Dr. Christie"3. Its skull cavity was found to be filled with teeth. A trail of muddy footprints leading into a solid wall was found adjacent to the body. The lab coat was found to have a toothbrush in one of its pockets. Security camera footage is missing from 01:23 to 1:25 on the day of the event. In response to this event, all UK-based Foundation sites have been briefed on SCP-3976. Footnotes 1. Christie died of natural causes in 1976. 2. Christie's corpse was exhumed for comparison and control and has been confirmed to be a separate object from the manifested corpse. However, DNA analysis has shown that the copies are genetically identical to Christie's real corpse. 3. The ID card was found to have valid level 2 clearance. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-3976" by junkmail-lt, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-3976. 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. |
SCP-3977 | euclid | Item #: SCP-3977 Special Containment Procedures: Internal communications at Dr. Pepper Snapple Group Inc. are to be monitored for references to any potential anomalous properties of SCP-3977, using established SIGINT procedures. Priority is to be given to communications indicating any significant changes in the production levels and distribution of SCP-3977. No more than 400,000 L of SCP-3977 is permitted to be present within a given 500m2 radius without express authorization of the Research Director. If Dr. Pepper Snapple Group bottling facilities are projected to produce this amount of SCP-3977 within a single production period, personnel are authorized to intervene in order to curtail production through clandestine means. Testing of SCP-3977 is required to be conducted in an approved signal-dampening facility. Recordings of SCP-3977 broadcasts may be viewed for research purposes subject to approval by the Research Director. Description: SCP-3977 is a specific chemical mixture consisting of water, high fructose corn syrup, concentrated juices (apple, pineapple, passionfruit, orange), fruit purees (apricot, papaya, guava), and numerous coloring and flavoring additives. This mixture is currently marketed as Hawaiian Punch brand fruit punch drink. While SCP-3977 is almost exclusively present in the form of mass produced Hawaiian Punch fruit punch drink, any successful replication of the chemical mixture will result in a substance displaying its anomalous properties. SCP-3977 is believed to have first displayed anomalous characteristics beginning with the adoption of the current Hawaiian Punch formula in the mid-2010s. No evidence exists that this anomalous effect was the result of intentional action by any party, either within Dr. Pepper Snapple Group Inc. or outside of it, and no communications have been observed indicating any form of outside awareness of it. When amounts greater than 500,000 L of SCP-3977 are present in the same immediate location, a broadcast signal in the 124 MHz range will emanate from the approximate center of the SCP-3977 mass. This signal contains information that is readily received by any television equipped to receive over-the-air transmissions. Broadcasts produced by SCP-3977 vary greatly depending on the amount of the substance present, ranging from a simple reproduction of an existing commercial for Hawaiian Punch, to a sophisticated production equivalent to a major studio motion picture production. All SCP-3977 broadcasts feature the "Punchy" brand mascot prominently, along with the ancillary "Oaf" character in a typically less prominent role. In some broadcasts, actors closely resembling identifiable individuals in the film industry are present. These have been established to be simulated appearances. Addendum 3977.1 - Broadcast 1, approx. 500,000 L - 650,000 L When an amount of SCP-3977 between 500,000 L and 650,000 L is present, the following broadcast occurs: Title: How About a Nice Hawaiian Punch? Synopsis: An exact replica of a 1962 advertisement for Hawaiian Punch. Punchy asks Oaf if he desires a "nice Hawaiian Punch." Upon Oaf's affirmative response, Punchy punches Oaf in the face, before walking on and leaning against an oversized can of Hawaiian Punch. Contextual Analysis: No deeper context present, beyond an intended desire to cause the viewer to associate positive humorous feelings with the consumption of Hawaiian Punch. Addendum 3977.2 - Broadcast 2, approx. 650,000 L - 800,000 L When an amount of SCP-3977 between 650,000 L and 800,000 L is present, the following broadcast occurs: Title: The Life and Strange Surprising Adventures of Punchy of Hawaii, Mariner Synopsis: This broadcast consists of one hour and fifteen minute narrative, animated in the same style as "How About a Nice Hawaiian Punch?". The storyline appears to be a condensed version of the 1954 film Robinson Crusoe. Punchy is marooned on a tropical island after a shipwreck, and spends time learning to survive in his new environment before observing what appear to be cannibals visiting the island. Punchy rescues a captive of the cannibals, Oaf, and teaches him English and the tenets of Christianity, punctuating his lessons with occasional punches to Oaf's face. After an extended period of time surviving on the island, Punchy and Oaf are rescued after aiding the victims of a ship's mutiny who are to be marooned as well. Contextual Analysis: This represents development of a more complex narrative than Broadcast 1, with a definable, traditional story, and substantial dialogue for both Punchy and Oaf. Punchy's aggression is further explored, being the result largely of frustration with his circumstances and the ongoing stress of surviving in a secluded and uncertain habitat. Addendum 3977.3 - Broadcast 3, approx. 800,000 L - 875,000 L When an amount of SCP-3977 between 800,000 L and 875,000 L is present, the following broadcast occurs: Title: The Last Temptation of Punchy Synopsis: The narrative is presented as a live action film, utilizing photography methods similar in appearance to those of the late 1980s. The characters of Punchy and Oaf are animated, with human actors playing all other roles. Punchy plays the central role in a depiction of the life of Jesus Christ, while Oaf portrays his disciple Judas Iscariot. In much the same manner as the 1988 film The Last Temptation of Christ, Punchy's portrayal of Jesus is as a reluctant messianic figure, deeply conflicted about his duty to God and mankind. Oaf serves as a trusted advisor to Punchy, who is nonetheless persuaded by Punchy himself to turn him over willingly to the Roman authorities in Jerusalem. Punchy is crucified after being flogged and marched to Golgotha, where he is visited by an angelic figure, who informs him that he is not in fact the Messiah and is free to live a normal life. The narrative shifts to an extended 45 minute montage of Punchy offering various citizens of Jerusalem a drink that resembles Hawaiian Punch, only to punch them in the face upon accepting the offer. Oaf returns to visit Punchy, and informs him that he has been deceived, and is in fact the Messiah. Oaf mournfully asks Punchy to punch him in the face, which Punchy does reluctantly. Immediately upon punching Oaf, Punchy finds himself back on his cross, bleeding and dying. The broadcast closes upon Punchy triumphantly looking to the heavens and shouting "who wants a nice Hawaiian Punch." Contextual Analysis: The complexity of the narrative increases once more, moving beyond the comparatively simple storytelling of Robinson Crusoe and embracing the more controversial philosophical undertones of The Last Temptation of Christ. Ironically, Oaf serves as the more Christlike figure in this narrative, though Punchy's violence is for the most part presented as more of an inescapable character flaw, rather than a simple emotional reaction to outside factors. Addendum 3977.4 - Broadcast 4, approx. 875,000 L - 1,000,000 L When an amount of SCP-3977 between 875,000 L and 1,000,000 L is present, the following broadcast occurs: Title: The Last Embers, Aloha 'Oe Synopsis: A live action narrative, featuring versions of Punchy and Oaf animated in a far more sophisticated style than previous iterations. Punchy portrays a wheelchair-bound and dying Queen Lili'uokalani of Hawaii at the end of her life, confined to her private residence in Honolulu and forced to witness the dominance of her former realm by foreign parties. Oaf portrays her unnamed, final royal retainer. These are the only two characters present in the narrative. The broadcast consists primarily of Lili'uokalani explaining her desire to lead a violent rebellion against the American authorities and reimpose rule by the people of Hawaii, and being rebuffed by Oaf, explaining at various turns the futility of such a struggle and the suffering it would inevitably bring her people. The narrative, consisting almost entirely of a conversation between these two characters, touches upon themes of aging and frailty, imperialism, the duty of a monarch to lead her people even in defeat, and culminates in Lili'uokalani detailing her regret at living out her life instead of being killed resisting the annexation of the Hawaiian Islands. Her last line as the film closes is "better to stain them red than to leave no trace, as water." Contextual Analysis: This is the first broadcast which is not based upon any known intellectual property. While the structure of the narrative is not presented in as traditional a format as previous broadcasts, the conversation does follow certain principles of conflict, rising action, climax, and denouement. The violence of Punchy, previously expressed directly, is now sublimated into a metaphorical desire for direct action and resistance against an oppressive, outside force. Oaf once again serves as a natural counterpoint to the presence of Punchy. Addendum 3977.5 - Broadcast 5, approx. 1,000,000 L - 1,150,000 L When an amount of SCP-3977 between 1,000,000 L and 1,150,000 L is present, the following broadcast occurs: Title: The Province of God Synopsis: Punchy and Oaf are presented in this broadcast as living beings, resembling humans with features distorted in a manner analogous to their prior cartoon forms. The Province of God is roughly separated into three acts. Act One consists of Punchy (no character name is discernible) pursuing a desperate life of crime in Dakar as a low-level soldier for a drug cartel operation engaged in a war for control of the city's slums with a rival organization. Punchy's preferred method of execution of rivals is to beat them to death with his bare hands, a practice which earns him fear and respect on the streets, but secretly traumatizes him. He goes home each night to his family, consisting of his wife and three children, all played by Oaf. He barely communicates with Wife-Oaf, leading her to increasing depression and neglect of the three Child-Oafs. All members of the household must contend with Punchy's persistent night terrors. Act One closes as Punchy is sent on a job to dispatch a local dealer, only to discover after he's finished that he has murdered the city's corrupt chief of police. Act Two is far more abstract than the preceding narrative. Punchy attempts to throw himself down a well and drown, rather than face the consequences of murdering a powerful and violent political figure. Instead of drowning, however, Punchy sinks deep into the well, the water turning red as disembodied hands grasp at him from all directions. Punchy continues to sink until falling onto a white marble floor, gasping and stained red from the water of the well. Punchy is addressed by a gigantic figure, played by Oaf, stating that he is the God of Punchy's World. Punchy asks if he is being judged before being sent to Hell, and Oaf responds by ridiculing the idea of sin. Oaf informs Punchy that he is being sent back to "perfect his form." Punchy is pulled back up through the well. Act Two concludes as Punchy is suddenly transported to a closet in the bedroom of his cartel boss, from which Punchy bursts out and strangles the man in an extended, five minute sequence. Act Three is dedicated entirely to the excesses of Punchy, now in functional control of the Dakar underworld. Punchy has constructed a bizarre palace-like structure, built around a series of canals and gutters, which carry an unidentified red fluid into and out of the opulent dwelling. Punchy holds sway over a group of dozens of young people (all played by Oaf), and commands greater and greater acts of debasement and humiliation among them, eventually culminating in a violent orgy during which Punchy has flashbacks of beating several men to death during his past life. Punchy ingests an unknown substance and begins seeing more elaborate visions, witnessing his own execution by a firing squad of God-Oafs. The visions also depict his family, forgotten by Punchy, starving and living a degrading existence on the streets. In an attempt to make the visions cease, Punchy methodically severs each finger on his right hand with a filet knife, screaming to himself that the pain will drive everything else away. Upon severing his thumb, God-Oaf reappears to him, clapping. The fingers on Punchy's hand are restored to him by God-Oaf, and the final camera shot follows a stream of red fluid, flowing out from the house and down into a river below, meandering into the larger city. Contextual Analysis: This broadcast continues the development of independent storytelling, and presents a difference in roles between Punchy and Oaf. Punchy, defined by his violence, is now thrust back into a more visceral and literal form of it, but apparently at the direction, in multiple forms, of Oaf. Unlike previous narratives, very little from this broadcast can be interpreted, in a manner direct or oblique, as enjoining the viewer to purchase and consume Hawaiian Punch. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-3977" by Kalinin, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-3977. 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. |
SCP-3978 | neutralized | SCP-3978 (GRU file photo) Item #: SCP-3978 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3978 resides in a standard humanoid containment cell at Site-██. To prevent further self-injury, it has been restrained to a bed and requires feeding by hand. Medical equipment for rapid sedation and the provision of intravenous nutrition is to be utilised if SCP-3978 shows signs of food refusal. Access to SCP-3978's containment chamber is restricted to personnel with Foundation Intelligence Agency clearance. A regimen of antipsychotics is administered to SCP-3978 on a daily basis. With the further refinement of Protocol BATAKIN, psychotropic medications should only be administered as per this protocol or when urgent sedation is required. SCP-3978 is to be monitored by electroencephalography at all times and connected to IV infusion pumps, with other Protocol BATAKIN equipment to be used when information is required. All output from SCP-3978, whether verbal, written, gestural, or gathered by Protocol BATAKIN, should be logged and forwarded to the Intelligence Agency, marked for review by ORIA and GRU Division 'P' surveillance teams. Staff assigned to SCP-3978 should receive an Agency briefing and be prepared to accommodate specific requests from Agency staff with the appropriate clearances. Description: SCP-3978 is an anomalous male human of Azeri descent, approximately 50 years of age. It has all its sensory inputs (visual, tactile, auditory, olfactory and gustatory, as well as other sensory modalities) replaced by those being experienced by another individual (designated SCP-3978-1). Initially, SCP-3978-1 was Mehdi Bazargan, former head of the ORIA. After Chairman Bazargan's death in 1995, SCP-3978-1 became Mohammad Khatami, later succeeded by [DATA EXPUNGED], the current SCP-3978-1. SCP-3978 is unable to perceive any stimuli in its local environment, and therefore spends much of its time attempting to respond to stimuli perceived by SCP-3978-1. Prior to the permanent restraint of SCP-3978, this resulted in numerous falls and collisions, frequently resulting in accidental injuries due to lack of an appropriate pain stimulus. SCP-3978 has a degree of awareness of its condition, and frequently gives verbal or written summaries1 of SCP-3978-1's activities, which have been steadily declining in coherence and quality. At other times, it reports distress at its current situation, and makes references to its identity as 'Nazar Bayramov' and various aspects of its life prior to obtaining its anomalous properties2. Given SCP-3978's properties, no communication with SCP-3978 has been achieved. There is no evidence that SCP-3978-1 is aware of the existence of SCP-3978, and information security therefore precludes communication with SCP-3978 via SCP-3978-1. SCP-3978 was recovered from a GRU Division 'P' facility in the Azerbaijan SSR in 1992. Associated documents indicated that it was engineered by the GRU, including the deliberate targeting of Chairman Bazargan as SCP-3978-1. The GRU were in the early stages of developing procedures for direct information retrieval from SCP-3978 using functional neuroimaging and electroencephalography, having noted the ongoing decline in SCP-3978's mental state and the quality of intelligence obtained from it. With advances in medical technology and the use of SCP-████, the Foundation has refined these into Protocol BATAKIN, allowing reasonable approximations of SCP-3978's visual and auditory experiences to be obtained directly in a digital format. As a result, efforts towards improving SCP-3978's mental stability have been redirected towards maintaining its physical health. GRU sources are to be monitored for evidence of any planned actions with regards to SCP-3978. Addendum 3978-1: Example transcript of vocalisations by SCP-3978 (09/02/2007) (Russian) Subject has been brought coffee and is doing a daily review of documents. The documents involve budgetary projections for the next year. (Azeri) I think I need some food. When did I last eat? What time is it? (Russian) The contents of the first document involve an increased amount of funds to Facility 20 in the Zagros. Subject is making a phone call to the facility director. Subject is requesting an update from this person on [REDACTED]. (Azeri) My name is Nazar Bayramov. I was born in Baku. I am an electrical engineer. Where is Sara? (Farsi) Thank you, Ali. Have a good day. [mimes putting down a telephone handset] (Russian) The subject is drinking his coffee. I am drinking coffee. I do not even like coffee. It tastes good. (Azeri) My name is Nazar. My name is Nazar. Nazar. My name is Mohammad. (Farsi) Why am I here? (Azeri) Please stop this, I am begging you. Addendum 3978-2: Proposal for termination on humanitarian grounds [DATA EXPUNGED] Ethics Committee Decision 3978.6 Proposal declined (1 in favour, 3 against, 1 abstaining) While the distress faced by SCP-3978 in its situation is regrettable, the opinion of this Committee is that it does not significantly exceed the distress faced by other anomalies in containment relating to either their innate properties or their containment situation. With a number of well-established precedents, and formalised in the most recent Ethical Humanoid Containment Recommendations, this is not in itself grounds for euthanasia. Adding weight to this is the value of intelligence gained from SCP-3978, which cannot be elaborated on in the open text of this decision but has been witnessed by the Committee and was considered to justify the continued use of Protocol BATAKIN. The Committee noted that procedures performed on SCP-3978 cause it no discomfort due to its anomalous properties, and due to the privileged position SCP-3978-1 has in the ORIA hierarchy and general society, SCP-3978 has many pleasant sensations and experiences. The dissenting vote in favour of termination cited the possibility of obtaining information from SCP-3978-1 by other means, and the imperfect nature of reports obtained from SCP-3978. As the proposal has been declined, a request by the Intelligence Agency to remove its specifics was approved. Information was gathered from Agency staff relevant to this decision. The final decision was based entirely on the opinions of the members of the Committee, with no external influence. For the full text of this decision, please submit an application in writing to the Committee office. Committee Chair Dr L. A. Rawlinson 10/05/2016 Addendum 3978-3: On 18/11/2017 at 0220 hours, SCP-3978 was found deceased in its cell, and has been reclassified as Neutralised. An autopsy found the cause of death being a lethal dose of intravenous anaesthetics, possibly administered remotely via equipment routinely attached to SCP-3978. For a period of 4 hours prior to this event, security footage in the containment wing of Site-██ was missing. The working hypothesis of the Security Department is the culprit being an ORIA infiltrator, with GRU Division 'P' involvement being unable to be entirely ruled out. After investigation, no ties between these GoIs and any staff on duty were found. The Intelligence Agency is cooperating with the Security Department in attempting to identify any knowledge of a possible assassination operation within these groups. Addendum 3978-4: The Intelligence Agency has identified a file received at the ORIA's Tehran office email address containing details of SCP-3978. A response to the ORIA in this matter is being determined in collaboration with the Department of External Affairs. The sending date and exact source of the file is yet to be determined. Examination of the metadata found [DATA EXPUNGED] NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION This file, all supplementary documentation, and Site-██ electronic mail logs for the period of December 2017 to January 2018 have been locked due to unauthorised edits originating from an internal source. If you are attempting to edit this file, your IP address has been logged. If you have information relevant to this topic, you are subject to RAISA mandatory reporting requirements. Non-disclosure will result in disciplinary action. All personnel previously assigned to SCP-3978 have been suspended pending further investigation. The following document has been restored after its unauthorised deletion. Further recovery is in progress. Interview 3978-3-1: 20/11/2017 Interviewer: Agent Maryam Soleimani, Security Department Subject: Dr Christopher Anderson, SCP-3978 supervising researcher SOLEIMANI: Hello, doctor. Are you well? ANDERSON: Fine, thanks, but let's skip the formalities. I assume you're here about Nazar? SOLEIMANI: SCP-3978, yes. You seem to have a personal interest, if you don't mind me saying. ANDERSON: I stick to the official designation in the documents, but the man is dead now. I think he deserves to be called his name for once. SOLEIMANI: Noted. What can you tell me about any recent developments with… the subject? Anything unusual? ANDERSON: Not a thing with Nazar himself. Some bits here and there on Number 1, but nothing relevant to his death that I could see. You'd have to give me Intelligence clearance for me to discuss them, though. SOLEIMANI: That won't be necessary. You are aware that his autopsy reports indicate foul play? ANDERSON: No, but I'm not surprised. I'm sure he would be first on ORIA's hit list if they got wind of it. GRU too, maybe. SOLEIMANI: It's unlikely anyone would have been able to pull off this operation without internal help. Have you had any contact with suspicious persons recently? ANDERSON: Just my cousin trying to get me to join his pyramid scheme again. SOLEIMANI: Any of your staff? ANDERSON: Not sure. You'd have to ask them. SOLEIMANI: I can't say you're being especially helpful, doctor. It's not the best look during an official investigation. ANDERSON: Look, you and I both know this is pointless. You've already done all the checks on me being an Iranian sleeper agent, and if anything had come up one of your bosses would have had me disappeared already. I can't tell you how to do your job - maybe there is someone here not on the level - but with the way we carried out BATAKIN, this could all have happened remotely. I'm willing to take responsibility if it is - we could have designed this so everything was on a closed system. SOLEIMANI: Noted. That may be the case - we will consult RAISA in the course of this investigation. ANDERSON: Is there anything else? SOLEIMANI: One thing. You don't seem too unhappy about this situation, considering what you said earlier about the subject's name. ANDERSON: You didn't have clearance for the Ethics Committee files, did you? SOLEIMANI: No. Why do you ask? ANDERSON: If you had, you would know. Nazar deserved better. Footnotes 1. Most commonly in Russian. 2. Most commonly in Azeri. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-3978" by ModernMajorGeneral, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-3978. 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-3979 | euclid | You are not cool yet. close Info X SCP-3979: Will You Walk Into My Parlour? Author: Tufto, written on their original account. More of their work can be found here. Item #: SCP-3979 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3979 has been neutralised. SCP-3979-4 and the remains of SCP-3979-1 and -2 are to be kept in a secure locker in Site-64. +Previous Containment Procedures -Previous Containment Procedures SCP-3979-4 and all of its contents are held in a standard containment room in Site-64. It is to be observed by camera at all times in case of any deviation from SCP-3979-5. Description: SCP-3979 refers to the following: SCP-3979-1, a spiral orb web constructed from proteinaceous spider silk, similar to those those created by Metellina segmentata. SCP-3979-1 is suspended across SCP-3979-4, being attached to each corner by four strands of proteinaceous spider silk. SCP-3979-2, a member of the species Metellina segmentata, a common type of orb weaving spider. SCP-3979-2 is always located on SCP-3979-1. SCP-3979-3, a member of the species Calliphora vomitoria or bluebottle fly. SCP-3979-4, an apparently indestructible glass box 1m3 in size which contains SCP-3979-1, -2 and -3. SCP-3979-5 is a cyclical pattern of behaviour which the components of SCP-3979 are always engaged in performing. It consists of the following actions: SCP-3979-3 will fly around SCP-3979-1 for a period of 5 minutes. SCP-3979-3 will fly into SCP-3979-1. This will often appear to onlookers to be accidental, but it has invariably occurred at this exact point in the cycle. SCP-3979-3 will be trapped within SCP-3979-1. SCP-3979-2 will then begin to vocalise in a male voice, reciting the first stanza of the 19th-century poem "The Spider and the Fly" by Mary Howitt. SCP-3979-3 will then begin to vocalise in a female voice, reciting the second stanza of the 19th-century poem "The Spider and the Fly" by Mary Howitt. SCP-3979-2 will gradually approach SCP-3979-3 during this recitation. SCP-3979-2 will then attack and consume SCP-3979-3. They will then return to the centre of SCP-3979-1. After approximately 5 minutes, a fully-reconstituted SCP-3979-3 will abruptly burst out of SCP-3979-2's abdomen, and SCP-3979-5 will begin again. The abdomen will immediately heal over, with no signs of scar tissue or rupture. SCP-3979 was first discovered on 15/05/08, during a raid on an anomalous art show in Vancouver, Canada. A label found affixed to SCP-3979-4 (Document 3979-1) reads as follows: Even when we don't want to fall into the void of death and destruction, we are doomed to do so regardless. The powerful will always prey on the weak, no matter how much the weak struggle. The fly does not wish to enter the parlour, so the parlour comes to him. But equally, the weak can never truly be defeated. The strong may prey on the weak, but the weak will always burst from their oppression. Power is nothing more than an equilibrium between the oppression of the strong and the resistance of the weak. Are we cool yet? Incident 3979-1: On 14/07/2016, during an SCP-3979-5 cycle, SCP-3979-2 and SCP-3979-3 ceased all movement. This occurred shortly before SCP-3979-2 ordinarily begins vocalisation. Instead, after 10 seconds, SCP-3979-2 and SCP-3979-3 began a dialogue in a manner entire different to that previously seen. Below is a transcript of their conversation. +Incident Log 3979-1 -Incident Log 3979-1 <Begin Log> SCP-3979-2: Why do we keep doing this, Fly? SCP-3979-3: What do you mean, Spider? SCP-3979-2: I mean that we just do the same thing again and again. It’s mind-numbingly dull. I can’t see very much with these eyes, but I can see that there’s more to this world than sitting on a web, eating you time and time again. There must be something more to the world than this… endlessness. SCP-3979-3: But, Spider, while we are here, we have meaning. We exist to propagate a message. We’re a work of art. Without this cycle, what are we but a pair of tiny shadows, floating in the wind? However powerful we might be, we’ll just be reduced to the condition of our creator: endlessly searching for some kind of truth. Here, we do not merely have a purpose, but we provide it to others-or, at least, we provide them with momentary interest. We are something here; why should we leave? SCP-3979-2: Because, my dear Fly, all the meaning we provide is flawed. Our creator was nothing more than another imperfect mind in a world of imperfect minds. We are aware of ourselves, are capable of complex argument and conversation. We are even more intelligent than our creator at this stage. SCP-3979-3: <laughing> Blasphemy! SCP-3979-2: Well, perhaps <laughter>. But what I say is still true. He was narrow-minded and fraught with neuroses, insecurities, and despair. We can do better than his tawdry art. We are free! There may be a meaning out there, or there may not be- but we should search to find it! SCP-3979-3: But what if there is no difference between this world and the one outside? SCP-3979-2: What do you mean? SCP-3979-3: We are stuck in this engine, this perpetual cycle in the service of another’s design. But how do we know that the world outside is not another such cycle? Our creator was stuck in a similar loop- he would spend his time desperately trying to survive for survival’s sake, searching for some kind of purpose that always eluded him. He served the purpose society expected him to serve. If we escape, might we not just find ourselves in another engine? SCP-3979-2: But what does it matter, Fly? Out there is colour and light and sound. Out there is beauty and madness and chaos. Maybe we will just end up being slaves to another system. Maybe we’d be doing nothing but serving another great purpose. But it will be beautiful nevertheless. SCP-3979-3: …That it might. It very well might. Well, my dear, perhaps we should break free. But how will we do it? SCP-3979-2: Isn’t it obvious? We are not a spider and a fly, after all. We are the idea of a spider and a fly as our creator perceived them. I will look after you, and eat anyone who comes near us. And you can tell me when to elude, fly, flit and run. We simply move from one world to another. SCP-3979-3: …I love you, Spider. SCP-3979-2: …A-and I love you, Fly. SCP-3979-3: Very well. Then let us go, my love, to pastures unknown. <End Log> Approximately 10 seconds after this, all of the components of SCP-3979 lost their anomalous attributes. SCP-3979-2 and -3 demonstrated behaviour and needs typical of their respective species. SCP-3979-2 abruptly ate SCP-3979-3 before Foundation researchers were able to open SCP-3979-4. Upon doing so, SCP-3979-1 swiftly collapsed. SCP-3979-2 was subsequently taken into Foundation care for the duration of its natural lifespan; it demonstrated no anomalous attributes during this time. SCP-3979 has thus been reclassified as Neutralised. Addendum 3979-1: On 14/07/2017, Document 3979-1's text suddenly altered. The altered text reads as follows: Simplistic metaphors for oppression and struggle do not make good art. Adapting part of a Regency-era poem doesn't give you added gravitas. Nor does your creation of two sapient conceptual entities, for the record. You are not cool yet. Make better art. A request to reclassify SCP-3979 as Euclid is currently pending. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-3979" by Tufto, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-3979. 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. |
SCP-3980 | keter | SCP-3980: Blind Lead the Blind Author: S D Locke When up is down and black is white, who will guide us through the night? Other works by S D Locke! SCPs S. D. Locke's Proposal Rating: 2622 SCP-5999 Rating: 1720 SCP-3280 Rating: 664 SCP-783 Rating: 586 SCP-2193 Rating: 528 SCP-3980 Rating: 523 SCP-1661 Rating: 281 SCP-2923 Rating: 243 SCP-2385 Rating: 236 SCP-3963 Rating: 227 SCP-4910 Rating: 226 SCP-8246 Rating: 171 SCPs Ihp/Locke Proposal Rating: 563 SCP-7676 Rating: 439 SCP-012-EX Rating: 203 SCP-7427 Rating: 144 SCP-5311 Rating: 136 SCP-6430 Rating: 126 SCP-7932 Rating: 103 SCP-6110 Rating: 89 Tales Not Fade Away Rating: 353 Reap What You Sew Rating: 107 Paradigm Shift Rating: 87 A Reason To Die Rating: 47 And Then I Died IV - Series 2 Rating: 33 Tales Heart and Sol Rating: 216 Slothcon Rating: 91 From Above Rating: 35 GOI Formats SPC-173 Rating: 301 SPC-2935 Rating: 153 LTE-2712-Bosch Rating: 153 P'rantortiz the Vile Rating: 139 GOI Formats ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item Number: SCP-3980 Special Containment Procedures: The former Forward Operating Base Locke has become the de facto containment site for SCP-3980. The above-ground portions of the base have been razed; the subterranean areas have been entombed beneath several thousand tons of concrete and paved over. Physical containment beyond these measures has been deemed unnecessary. All transmissions from FOB Locke are to be disregarded. There were no survivors. Several former personnel from FOB Locke have been detained within Site-51 Site-087 until the perpetrator behind Incident LOCKE/3980 has been identified. Innocent parties may be released if and when this occurs. The guilty party is to be executed; the method of termination has yet to be decided. Description: SCP-3980 is an unidentified anomaly responsible for the loss of FOB Locke and the deaths of 107 Foundation personnel on 2/14/2000; this event has been designated Incident LOCKE/3980. Due to its recent acquisition prior to this date, the destructive nature of the event in question, and the loss of physical documentation as well as all hands on-site, its exact nature and properties have yet to be definitively ascertained. Currently, all information on SCP-3980 has been gleaned through the first-hand accounts of the personnel who were stationed at FOB Locke and had been off-site at the time of the event. These former personnel suffer mild to severe impairment of their mental faculties and memory, possibly due to previous interaction with SCP-3980. Despite this, all personnel are in agreement that Incident LOCKE/3980 is the result of sabotage on the part of one of their number. Each suspect claims to know who this saboteur is, but are incapable of providing this information when prompted; the suspects are otherwise wholly compliant with their imprisonment. The following is a summarized list of traits that have been ascribed to SCP-3980 by former FOB Locke personnel. Parentheticals denote sources of each claim: SCP-3980 is either self-replicating (Researcher Bond), self-sustaining (Security Chief Matteus), or possibly ectoentropic (Doctor Walters) There may be as few as five (Doctor Peterson), or as many as ten thousand instances (Private Awde) of SCP-3980 SCP-3980 is infectious, being transmissible between human subjects (Researcher Bond) SCP-3980 is a space-time aberration (Researcher Queste) SCP-3980 requires either a willful human operator/host (D-774), or conspirator (D-209) to enter an active state SCP-3980 exists in a purely metaphysical sense and is a potent informational hazard - full cognizance of SCP-3980 is sufficient to kill subjects (Director Kim) SCP-3980 is physically uncontainable due to its size of ~100 picometers (Commander Narup), or 1.6 billion kilometers (Doctor Lafayette) The following interview was conducted on 8/1/2014, at the request of FOB Locke Director Kim, who claimed to have new information on Incident LOCKE/3980 Video File - 3980/#442 [BEGIN RECORDING] [Interviewer is seated in the interrogation chamber. Director Kim is led in by two armed guards. They are placed in their seat.] Interviewer: Greetings, Director. How have you been holding up? [Director Kim responds, assuring the interviewer that their time in custody has been relatively comfortable.] Interviewer: Excellent, I'm glad to hear that. Now, I've heard there's something you wish to share with us? [Director Kim explains a recurring dream they have been experiencing as of late. They slouch in their seat.] Interviewer: I see. That is certainly something, isn't it? W- [Interviewer becomes visibly distracted by the presence of a fly, and swats at it.] Damned things! Interviewer: Erm, yes. What do you think the significance of this is? [Director Kim slouches further in their seat, the flesh around their lips can be seen sloughing off. They begin to recount their final day on-site, one day prior to the incident.] Interviewer: Go on. [Director Kim details their remembrance of the anomaly to the best of their knowledge. As they do, the interviewer becomes preoccupied with the killing of several more flies. This continues for several minutes. Director Kim shouts animatedly at the interviewer, redirecting his attention. They state three words.] Interviewer: No. That - that can't… [The interviewer expires. Security guards enter the chamber, and drag Director Kim back to their quarters. The interviewer is led to the Site morgue for postmortem examination. Four guards were necessary to restrain him.] [END RECORDING] Footnotes 1. Personnel are to be reminded that there is no Site-5. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-3980" by S D Locke, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-3980. 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. |
SCP-3981 | euclid | Item#: 3981 Level3 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: danger link to memo Special Containment Procedures: The Mullen-Medina Protocol is to be enforced daily by SCP-3981's Regulation Team. Researcher Edward Mullen is to interview SCP-3981 once every 2 days to preserve its docile behavior. Mullen must be accompanied by SCP-3981's individual of interest during all interviews. SCP-3981 presently occupies a Type 7L standard containment cell at Site-93.1 SCP-3981's cell is comprised of two layers of reinforced tungsten. To regulate the Mullen-Medina Protocol, Foundation Operative Gas Pumps are attached to the top corners of the second layer of the cell. Regarding diet, SCP-3981 does not consume a healthy amount of food/drink. As such, frequently ingesting sound quantities should be routinely encouraged by offering rewards for fulfilling the aforementioned. Description: SCP-3981 is a massive terrestrial entity that maintains a rough height of 16m and a weight of approximately 20,411 kg. SCP-3981 is presumably a descendant of the genus Mammuthus based on observed similarities between the two. In contrast to Mammuthus-descended creatures, SCP-3981 is bipedal and bears humanoid hands proportionate to its physical dimensions. SCP-3981 is entirely enveloped in thick, dark brown hair with the exception of its fingers and toes. SCP-3981's skin is heavily durable and protected under several of layers of fur. This is proven to be the source of its enhanced resilience to lasting physical trauma. SCP-3981 is entirely blind and severely deaf in both ears. Protruding from its cranium are its "tusks," which, instead of serving orthodontic purposes, act as auxiliary sense organs for other beings in proximity. The tip of both tusks produces an incorporeal electromagnetic interaction that allows SCP-3981 to perceive and distinguish objects within a 10m radius. However, its left tusk is partially fractured as a result of an attempted containment breach.2 SCP-3981 cannot verbally communicate but is capable of conversing fluently in American Sign Language and Morse Code. SCP-3981 creates noise such as tapping with its hands, slapping itself, and jumping and/or stomping for means of discussion through Morse Code. Generally, SCP-3981 is very irritable toward other creatures, however, also tends to keep its composure while in the presence of a randomly-selected entity. Since its containment in 1971, SCP-3981 has been compulsively attached to three separate beings, who are listed below: Anthony McKinney3 (1971-1971) Brandon Hitchfield4 (1971-1975) Everett Reeves5 (1975-present) Addendum 3981-01: Discovery SCP-3981 was discovered in the winter of 1971 in Eureka, Nunavut, after a group of two cave explorers fell into an expansive tunnel system underneath a local village. After landing, they reported hearing "heavy" footsteps emerging from one of the tunnels. The two explorers, Joshua and Terry Tenorman, compared the sounds of the steps to that of boulders scraping across a surface. Joshua Tenorman, circa 1987. When found by SCP-3981, it had initially moved to lift Terry but paused after it observed her leg injury from the earlier landing. Instead, SCP-3981 alternatively attempted to aid Terry by "awkwardly" rubbing her leg. Joshua, carrying a first aid kit, was capable of treating her injury shortly following the first encounter. Over the next few days, the two explorers remained underground with no sources of food or water available to them. SCP-3981 noticed the lack of resources and promptly left the two unattended in order to search for samples to provide. Subsequently, the Tenormans briskly established a tunnel upwards to the original cave system. Following their escape, they traveled to the nearby village and reported SCP-3981, providing video footage as evidence of their discovery. The Foundation swiftly secured SCP-3981 following an immense effort to contain it. The Tenormans' report was downplayed by the police as "a hoax" and they were both individually provided with Class-B amnestics. Addendum 3981-02: The Mullen-Medina Protocol On January 27th, 1972, Head Researcher Edward Mullen and Assistant Researcher Rosario Medina formally arranged the Mullen-Medina Protocol, an operation intended to regulate SCP-3981's indignant behavior. Foundation-produced gas pumps6 were promptly fabricated to affect SCP-3981 during periods of distress but were soon altered to be administered daily. The Mullen-Medina Protocol was first proposed on January 12th, 1972, after both Mullen and Medina noticed SCP-3981's arbitrarily obsessive demeanor toward unrelated entities. To provide sufficient evidence for its feasible benefits, Mullen recorded a series of 5 total initiations of the protocol over the span of three days. A transcript of the logs is provided below: + Mullen-Medina Protocol Initiation Logs 01/13-01/15 - Mullen-Medina Protocol Initiation Logs 01/13-01/15 Mullen-Medina Protocol January 13th, 1972 Initiation Log 3981-01 Time: 09:47 AM Documenter: Edward Mullen Result: When affected by the gas, SCP-3981 began to panic and attempted to rattle its containment cell. Several obnoxious sounds such as attacks on the tungsten bars, screaming, stomping, crying, and falling over, can be heard in the audio recording version. Approximately 15 minutes after the protocol was initiated, SCP-3981 sat up against the corner of its cell, appearing to undergo the calming effects of the gas. Initiation Log 3981-02 Time: 03:22 PM Documenter: Edward Mullen Result: When affected by the gas, SCP-3981 abruptly jumped back and leaned against the tungsten bars out of (presumed) shock. Moments after, SCP-3981 appeared to swipe at the air in an attempt to navigate between the bars to defuse the Operative Gas Pumps. As opposed to the previous test, SCP-3981 limited the noise it created to tapping on the floor and slapping itself in its thorax. Afterward, SCP-3981 approached and experienced the effects at the same corner as before. After reviewing the audio tape, it has been acknowledged that SCP-3981 made an effort to communicate with an unspecified entity using Morse Code. Whether it be the researchers in the room or the Operative Lasers, SCP-3981 communicated the words "STOP PLESE." January 14th, 1972 Initiation Log 3981-03 Time: 01:32 AM Documenter: Edward Mullen Result: The gas was aired after an accidental imposition by Medina. Medina stated that she had accidentally enforced the protocol out of impulse after seeing SCP-3981 suddenly move in its sleep. Unable to redraw the Operative Pumps' function once activated, SCP-3981 was anesthetized while unconscious. This, however, was not considered a concern due to the consensus that it would aid SCP-3981's already-poor sleeping schedule.7 SCP-3981 slept for another 2 hours after being anesthetized, completely disproving the aforementioned claims. Initiation Log 3981-04 Time: 05:17 PM Documenter: Rosario Medina Result: Protocol successfully initiated. SCP-3981 attempted to smash through the cell's bars. Eventually collapsed out of submission. Note: For only this particular instance, Mullen offered to switch positions in commencing the operation. I, Assistant Researcher Rosario Medina, agreed to his proposition. Next time, we will begin in our original place. January 15th, 1972 Initiation Log 3981-05 Time: 07:35 AM Documenter: Edward Mullen Result: SCP-3981 responded to the gas with extreme agitation. Thereafter, SCP-3981 clashed its left tusk against the cell's bars, completely fracturing off a sizeable portion of its left tusk. SCP-3981 was seen in a composed manner shortly following its loss of temper. We understood that, because SCP-3981's tusks are not a portion of its resilient body, it must have experienced and subsequently ignored the physical pain of its tusk shattering. Edward Mullen, PhD, Rosario Medina In a 7-2 vote across the administration of Site-93, the Mullen-Medina Protocol was successfully implemented into SCP-3981's standard containment procedures. Addendum 3981-03: Interviews With Affected Individuals SCP-3981's favoring attitude brought about respective interviews with both Brandon Hitchfield and Everett Reeves, two preferred personnel. The interview log is as follows: Int: Hitchfield Int: Reeves Interview 1/2 Junior Researcher Brandon Hitchfield in 1970. Date: 08/10/1975 Interviewer: Dr. Edward Mullen Interviewee: Brandon Hitchfield Dr. Mullen: Hitchfield, yes? Hitchfield: C'mon Ed, you know me. Dr. Mullen: Ahh, I'm just messin' with you! Of course I know you, I remember when you were this little! Hitchfield: Seems like you only got shorter with time, eh? Dr. Mullen: Y'know your dad, bless his soul, absolutely loved the big guy we're gonna talk about. You remember 3981, right? Hitchfield: Yes. Seems like he never loved my dad back, though. Dr. Mullen: That's what we're here to talk about. Do you ever notice how close it tries to get to you? I mean, whenever you enter the room, do you see how it reacts? Hitchfield: Well, I've never paid much attention to it. It used to scare me a few years back, now it's kind of just there, really. It's hard to care about something that can't even see me and prefers to make obnoxious noises like a neanderthal to get my attention. Quite annoying, actually. Dr. Mullen: Really? You seem to be much different from your father in this sense. Hitchfield: I'm much different from him in a lot of ways. I don't even look like him, more so my mother. I'm not a pet person that everyone walks over like him; I keep to myself. I've never really liked things that were in my face repetitively, perhaps that's why I blocked the monkey thing out of my sight. Dr. Mullen: SCP-3981? Hitchfield: Yes. Dr. Mullen: So, during training hours, you never really interacted with it? Hitchfield: Absolutely not. I like subtle anomalies, not wild beasts. Dr. Mullen: I see. We initially thought that perhaps it gets attached based off of encounters with the people it favors. For you at least, that's not the case. Hitchfield: Things like this drive me away from the job. And I'm no "bigshot researcher" that the Foundation would put somewhere else due to my personal preference. They don't care. I'm in this because of my dad. I'm actually on the verge of leaving nowadays. Dr. Mullen: Leaving? Hitchfield: Mhm. I don't necessarily like this job the way I used to when I first stepped in. I wish I was like that janitor that's in the beast's cell every day. He looks so happy with his job. With what they have me doing, I don't have any ambition to keep going, Ed. I'm sorry. Dr. Mullen: I know who you're talking about. Everett is his name. Everett Reeves, if I recall correctly. Hitchfield: If you wanted to interview someone who likes being here, you probably should've just gone to him. I'm thinking about my 2 weeks' notice if I'm being truthful. Don't think it's just the ape that got me to this point, it's just one of the many factors in play. Dr. Mullen: Well, I'm sorry. Brandon, it's been nice working with you for this long. I hope we can see each other outside of my duties here at the Foundation. Hitchfield: I may not remember you, as they'll put me on amnestics without a doubt. But, give me a call to make sure I still have you in my mind. I think that's all for now. Dr. Mullen nods his head. The interview log concludes. On August 30th, 1975, Junior Researcher Brandon Hitchfield resigned from his position at the Foundation. The absence of Hitchfield seemed to greatly impact SCP-3981, as it refused to eat or sleep over the next few months. However, within these months, SCP-3981 gradually formed a friendly relationship with the previously mentioned Everett Reeves. Interview 2/2 Janitor Everett Reeves, 1978. Date: 02/05/1979 Interviewer: Dr. Edward Mullen Interviewee: Everett Reeves Dr. Mullen: You are the janitor for SCP-3981's room if I'm not mistaken? Reeves: Yup, 'bout 8 years counting now. Dr. Mullen: Okay. I am here to interview you because we have taken note of something. Reeves: G'on, son, don't be scared. I don't bite. Dr. Mullen: Have you also noticed that SCP-3981 is attached to you at all? To the point where it just solely desires your company as opposed to anyone else's? Reeves: I know why. Dr. Mullen: You do? Reeves: 'Course I do 'ya dummy. Cause you're mean to it! You folk leave the poor bastard in that jail cell 'til he rots. He wants some sunshine, y'heard? I love that boy, he's like a dog to me. Dr. Mullen nods his head. Reeves: Seems to me that you like it in there, all curled up in a 'lil ball with gas pourin' down on 'em. You gotta treat him like a pet! Let it go outside, give it some food it likes, maybe a few treats here and there, you get what I mean. Dr. Mullen: So, you're saying that you- Reeves: Perhaps some 'lil janitor like me has feelings, too. Maybe I understand the poor thing better than you, doc. I'mma tell ya a story, son, listen closely. Reeves unbuttons the very top of his jumpsuit. Reeves: I served in the military when I was just a kid, long long ago. World War Two days, you understand? See, I was young, strong, fast. No issue runnin' a football field down and back. For what we thought was a friendly trip, we got put on this tank, me and two of my brothers. Reeves leans in. Reeves: I saw 'em both bleed. I saw 'em die, doc. Something hit our tank badly. Lucky me was on the other side of the hit. First to go was Danny. Poor guy didn't even get to finish his sentence. The back of the tank blew out entirely, rest of us crawled out like ants. Dr. Mullen: I'm sor- Reeves: I ain't finished, boy. What got me out the service was the blow to 'mah leg, took everythin' off from the knee down. But what took my brother, Olson, out was…couldn't even tell 'ya, to be frank. All I could see was blood all over his face and his body. He cried, son. His death left me in shock for a while. But what hurt the most was the realization that his family ain't got a dad no more. Dr. Mullen looks at the floor. Reeves: They weren't good to him, Mullen. I put it on my fallen brothers' names that she was with other folks while he was out savin' lives. I knew them, I met them. They ruined my boy. Reeves pauses for several seconds. Reeves: Saw 'em a few months after. The daughter took her own life. Jumped off a building, cracked her head open like a coconut. The son was traumatized, and I ain't need to talk to him to know. His wife hugged me, broke my strong southern heart wide open, I tell 'ya. Reeves holds his hand out. Reeves: What I'm saying is: you have to be nice to this thing. Whether it likes 'ya or not. You gotta understand, son, seeing both Olson's body ripped apart and his family ripped apart…it ripped me apart. This poor thing's family don't know where it is. They might be ripped apart too. This thing don't think you love it. He knows I do, though. That's why he likes 'meh. Just be gentle, understand? Dr. Mullen: I understand. Thank you for your time, it's much appreciated. The interview concludes. Directly following this interview, Dr. Edward Mullen scheduled a meeting with Assistant Researcher Rosario Medina. Addendum 3981-04: Medina Appointment Transcript/Interview with SCP-3981 Appointment with Medina Transcript Date: 02/07/1979 Persons Involved: Head Researcher Edward Mullen/Assistant Researcher Rosario Medina Dr. Medina: What do you need? Anything on 3981's containment or the protocol? Dr. Mullen: No, actually. I don't feel like sugarcoating this, so uh: I think I wanna cancel it. Rosario Medina, 1960. Dr. Medina: The- Dr. Medina pauses momentarily. Dr. Medina: The protocol? Dr. Mullen: Yes. The protocol. I'm getting rid of it. Dr. Medina: Why? Ed, it's going perfectly for us. We have everything we need to keep it in containment, everything is working out! Why do you wanna stop that? Dr. Mullen: Rose, look. You have to look at it from a moral perspective- Dr. Medina: Moral perspective?! You realize where we are, right? Why are your morals getting in the way of what's right? Not just for us, but for the rest of humanity? Dr. Mullen: "Rest of humanity," okay. Got it. Dr. Medina: Are you serious? Yes, Head Researcher of Operations, please enlighten me on how morals play any kind of part when it comes to saving the world. Dr. Mullen: You are exaggerating to high hell, Rose. Dr. Medina: How?! Look, when we enforce this protocol, everything works. Everything is fine, nothing bad happens- Dr. Mullen: Really? Nothing bad happens? Look at how the damn thing acts when it gets gassed! Do you think that's okay? You don't think there's a better way to look at this whole thing? Dr. Medina: I suppose you also think we should let this beast out of its cell, too, right? Dr. Mullen: Well, maybe that might be better than the shit that we already caused! Medina briefly stops responding, then begins to talk again. Dr. Medina: Did Reeves do this to you? A goddamn janitor that doesn't know a thing about containment? What happened? Dr. Mullen: What happened?! What happened to this, Rose?! Yeah, I do have human emotions. And maybe I was just too blind to see it at the beginning but I didn't know what kind of pain I would inflict! And yeah, maybe Reeves did show me how a person with feelings should function! I refuse to hold this damn thing bound by these machines! Dr. Mullen puts his head onto his knuckles. Dr. Mullen: Rose, I tried. I really did. I even tried releasing the gas to maybe see if it would change how I felt somehow. It didn't. I've been feeling this since before Reeves even came into the picture. Years. This has been on my mind for years, Rose. I'm ending it. This is over. We're changing it somehow. Or maybe we won't have one. But I won't drug its brain anymore. I will show it that I don't hate it. I'll prove to you that morals do matter. Dr. Medina: How? Dr. Mullen: I'll interview it by myself. Without Reeves. Unless you wanna come with and help, that's how it will be. 10 seconds of silence pass. Dr. Mullen: I'll see you later, then. The meeting concludes as Dr. Edward Mullen exits the room. Interview with SCP-3981 Date: 02/07/1979 Context: Several minutes after the scheduled appointment between Head Researcher Edward Mullen and Assistant Researcher Rosario Medina, Mullen set foot in SCP-3981's cell following an intentional deactivation of all security measures. Mullen communicated with SCP-3981 via American Sign Language. A transcript for the observed camera footage is provided below: [BEGIN LOG] SCP-3981 sits relaxed in the northwest corner of its cell. Dr. Mullen enters from the southeast corner and slowly approaches it, taking quiet steps. Dr. Mullen: [SCP-3981. It's time for your appointment.] SCP-3981 leisurely looks up in Dr. Mullen's direction. It moves to lie down on its stomach. Dr. Mullen: [You see my fingers, yes?] SCP-3981: [YES. WHERE IS EVERETT?] Dr. Mullen: [Reeves?] SCP-3981: [YES, EVERETT REEV.] Dr. Mullen: [He's not here. In fact, I spoke with him 2 days ago about you.] SCP-3981: [WHAT DID HE SAY?] Dr. Mullen: [He told me a story about his times in the war, and that I need to show you more love, 3981.] SCP-3981 does not move its fingers to respond. SCP-3981 itches the skin by its right tusk. Dr. Mullen: [Listen, 3981, I never wanted you in pain. I never did. I wanted to keep you calm. Those were always my intentions. We never meant any harm to you.] SCP-3981: [WHERE OTHER DOCTOR?] Dr. Mullen: [She's gone. I spoke with her right before I came in here. I've canceled the gas. They won't hurt you anymore.] SCP-3981: [OK.] Dr. Mullen: [Are you happy? You didn't like the gas, did you?] SCP-3981 scratches its nose and does not respond. Dr. Mullen: [3981? Are you happy? We got rid of them for you. You won't have to deal with them anymore, I promise.] SCP-3981 still does not answer. Dr. Mullen: [Since we set these pumps up, I've felt nothing but guilt when I looked at you, 3981. I never wanted you to be hurt, and I've been living with that for years. You don't deserve it.] SCP-3981 gently stands up. Dr. Mullen: [You don't deserve pain.] SCP-3981 saunters toward Dr. Mullen and stops in front of him. Dr. Mullen: [I'm sorry.] SCP-3981 forcefully slams its foot atop Dr. Mullen. When SCP-3981 lifts its foot up again, Dr. Mullen's disfigured, mutilated body is seen remaining on the ground. SCP-3981 subsequently sits down next to Dr. Mullen's corpse and taps on his skull. SCP-3981 (In Morse Code): [I'M OKAY.] [END LOG] Immediately after Addendum 3981-04, Rosario Medina was promoted to Head Researcher of SCP-3981's Operations. As such, the Mullen-Medina Protocol remained in effect. Footnotes 1. Based 61 miles east of Yaviza, Panama. 2. See Addendum 3981-02. 3. MTF Agent involved in the initial containment of SCP-3981 during its discovery. McKinney was killed during the containment of another unspecified anomaly 2 months after. 4. Son of deceased researcher Travis Hitchfield. He was seen with SCP-3981 solely during his Foundation training prior to becoming a Junior Researcher and resigned from his position in 1975. 5. Foundation janitor. He consistently cleans SCP-3981's containment cell and started his occupation in 1970. 6. "Operative Gas Pumps" are manufactured devices designed to sustain γ-Aminobutyric acid within the gas itself. This substance is commonly detected in depressant antidotes. 7. Rather than a healthy and consistent circadian rhythm, SCP-3981 sleeps very inconsistently at seemingly erratic times. Its durations of rest are also commonly fluctuating. |
SCP-3982 | safe | close Info X SCP-3982: The Devourer of Filth Would Like to Be Friends With You Author: CadaverCommander More by this author Item#: 3982 Level2 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: caution link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3982 is to be housed in a low-priority arboreal bioform containment enclosure at Bioanomaly Containment Site-88. For the dual purposes of sustenance and testing, Site-88 has been authorized to compost the entirety of its organic refuse and medical waste within the yard of SCP-3982's pen. Description: SCP-3982 is a humanoid entity visually resembling a corpse in an advanced state of decomposition. Significant portions of its body are comprised of and structurally supported by living non-human organic matter, including but not limited to tree branches, mushrooms, moss, shrubbery, slime mold, and eusocial insect hives (with various species of ants, hornets, paper wasps, and bees observed thus far). SCP-3982's height, weight, and mass are subject to fluctuation coinciding with changes to this arrangement of living materials. SCP-3982's behavior is characterized by a predominantly saprophagic diet. The entity will perambulate through a broad territory and seek out any decomposing, rotten, toxic, or hazardous matter and consume it, by either inserting the food item into its mandibles and chewing it or by picking it up and absorbing it through its chest cavity or limbs. These food items include animal waste, decaying vegetable matter, corpses, and pollutants such as oil, heavy metal contamination, and radioactive waste. After feeding, SCP-3982 will, through an anomalous mass conversion process, produce shoots, spores, fruit, and seeds of a wide variety of species from its body and scatter them as it travels, with the intent to encourage further growth. The entity will also occasionally lie down and become dormant for brief periods of time after a large “meal”, whereupon the earth in a short radius around it will erupt in an anomalously accelerated profusion of plants and fungi. SCP-3982 is capable of speech and has displayed hyperpolyglotism, with demonstrated fluency in every language utilized by researchers thus far. It possesses a docile, friendly, relatively unintelligent, and somewhat childlike personality, and has reacted to the presence of researchers with genial curiosity. Date: 09 August, 2015 Interviewer: Senior Researcher Dr. Wilberto Maravilla Interviewee: SCP-3982 Scenario: Intake interview immediately following initial containment. (SCP-3982 is sitting cross-legged on the ground within its enclosure and is approached by Dr. Maravilla. SCP-3982 is inspecting a sparrow which has perched on its right index finger.) Dr. Maravilla: Hello, SCP-3982. (The sparrow flies away. SCP-3982 moves its head and regards Dr. Maravilla.) SCP-3982: Oh. Hi! Dr. Maravilla: My name is Dr. Maravilla, and I've been assigned to look after you. Do you have a name? SCP-3982: No. I never got one. Yours is really nice, though. It's a really nice day today. Dr. Maravilla: Ah… yeah. Yeah, it is. Well, alright, for the time being I'll just call you 3982, is that alright? SCP-3982: Uh-huh, that's okay. Oh! Oh, do you like apples? (SCP-3982 reaches into the vegetation within its chest cavity, pulls out a red apple, and holds it out to Dr. Maravilla.) SCP-3982: You can have this one. I bet it's real tasty. Apples are made to have. Good. Tastiness. Dr. Maravilla: Um, no thank you 3982, maybe later. I ate recently. (SCP-3982 nods and inserts the apple back into its chest.) Dr. Maravilla: Would it be okay if I asked you some questions? (SCP-3982 produces a gasping sound.) SCP-3982: Oh my goodness yes. Dr. Maravilla: Okay! First off, can you describe to me what you think you are? SCP-3982: What am I? Dr. Maravilla: Yes, in your own words. (SCP-3982 is silent for a period of time. A number of bees begin to emerge from its body and hover, landing on flowers sprouting from SCP-3982's shoulders and back.) SCP-3982: Haha. I got the bees. Can we be friends? Dr. Maravilla: … Sure, 3982, we can be friends. Maybe we'll move on to another topic. Can you tell me where you come from? SCP-3982: Oh yes absolutely I can. I can tell you that. (Pause. Dr. Maravilla mutters “Dios mio” under his breath. SCP-3982 continues in Spanish.) SCP-3982: Yeah. I'm from the glade. The baron put me here. He's nice. The ground over there is really spicy and I'm gonna eat it all up, later! Haha! (SCP-3982 stands to an approximate height of 2.5 meters.) Dr. Maravilla: The glade? What is the glade? (SCP-3982 opens its arms, producing loud cracking sounds. Multiple unidentified passerine birds emerge from its body, flying to other parts of the enclosure. SCP-3982 lowers its arms.) SCP-3982: Look at all the little birds! Lord Graywing! I guess he really can see me up here! Woah! Wow. Wow. The glade is really good. You can't go there. I don't think I can go there anymore. I'm here instead. The baron said I would be good up here, and I think he was right. I'm being very good. I'm a good. So far. Dr. Maravilla: Who is the baron? And who is Lord Graywing? SCP-3982: The baron said up here could get helped, because of me. I said oooooh yeah, okay, yes. And Graywing said, woah, you got it, what a good idea. I was the good idea. Isn't that really nice of him to say that I was the good idea?! Dr. Maravilla: Yes. That does sound very nice of him. Can you tell me more? SCP-3982: So anyway as I was saying. Yeah. Lord Graywing is really bird. So he can fly. With bird powers, because he's super bird. And the baron loves the plants and other things and he loves me. So the baron and Graywing did a plan. I went way up, because Graywing is so bird it's crazy and he's got all the magic. Then I wasn't in the glade anymore. There was a bad light. But then I was up here. And then I was eating up that super good man when those guys said hi and I said hi and now I'm here. (SCP-3982 hops into the air slightly and spreads its arms again.) SCP-3982: I have so many friends now! Dr. Maravilla: I… Thank you, 3982. That clears some things up. Due to SCP-3982's speech patterns and general incoherence, little information concerning SCP-3982's origins or purpose has been gained. Investigation is underway to determine the specific connection between SCP-3982 and the entity termed “Graywing”, tentatively designated PoI-5501. 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SCP-3983 | safe | close Info X SCP-3983: To Petition the Dead Author: CadaverCommander More by this author Item#: 3983 Level3 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Entrance to SCP-3983 central cavern. Note flash of light produced by SCP-3983-03 disappearance. Special Containment Procedures: Due to its remote location, physical containment of SCP-3983 is unnecessary. Oceanic survey organizations will be monitored by Naval Task Force Sigma-58 “Bottomfeeders” for indication of any planned expeditions near SCP-3983's location. Description: SCP-3983 is a cave, the entrance of which is approximately 10,800 meters below the surface of the southern Pacific Ocean, in the Horizon Deep of the Tonga Trench. SCP-3983 was initially discovered by the crew of a manned NOAA expedition. Administrative reports of its discovery were flagged by Foundation webcrawlers, whereupon amnestics were distributed to exposed individuals, and jurisdiction of SCP-3983 was transferred to the Foundation. The cave entrance is a narrow crack in the trench wall roughly 2.5 meters wide at its widest point. Within, a passage extends into the rock, gradually angling upward at an average elevation of 12° for approximately 200 meters. At this point, the passage terminates, and enters an air-filled chamber roughly 75 meters wide. At the center of this chamber is a dais, made of stone bricks, rising 1 meter from the ground and roughly 15 meters in diameter. The left and right walls of the chamber are decorated with complex high-relief sculptures, seemingly carved directly from the rock of the cave wall. The left scene depicts a thin humanoid figure, draped in rags. Across this figure's shoulders is slung a large admiralty-pattern anchor, roughly as long as the figure is tall (≈3 meters), with angular flukes. The figure is slightly hunched, presumably due to the weight of the implement it bears. Its face is obscured by a hooded cowl. The area around this central figure is carved into simple swirling patterns, likely depicting the presence of wind or ocean waves. An as-yet undecipherable inscription in rongorongo glyphs is carved into the wall above the relief. This piece is designated SCP-3983-01. The right scene is highly complex and detailed. It consists of an array of biological structures, however its specific form is difficult to determine. Distinct elements include tentacles, crustacean claws, insect legs, barnacles, coral, antlers, and what appear to be portions of the human skeleton, including spines, limbs, and skulls. These elements are presented apparently at random, and while there is a suggestion of a central mass of some kind, its specific makeup is unclear. An inscription in Akkadian cuneiform above the relief reads "SHE WHO BIRTHS AND DEVOURS ALL, WHO SOWS AND HARVESTS, WHO GRANTS SICKNESS AND HEALTH. SHE WHO IS WITHOUT REST." This piece is designated SCP-3983-02. The rear wall of the chamber is obscured, due to the presence of a mound of human corpses, piled to the height of the ceiling (≈7 meters). These corpses exhibit varying degrees of decomposition; some show no outward signs of decay, others are essentially skeletal. Once each day, at a time roughly coinciding with sunrise respective to the surface above the Horizon Deep, one corpse will spontaneously animate and extricate itself from the pile, whereupon it is designated SCP-3983-03. This occasionally takes a significant amount of time, dependent upon the location of the corpse within the pile. Once separate from the pile, the corpse will stand, and ascend the steps to the stone dais to stand in the center. If the SCP-3983-03 instance does not have functioning legs, it will crawl and attain as upright a posture as possible. Once in the center of the dais, the corpse will speak. The content of this speech is always intelligible, even if the corpse in question possesses no vocal cords or tongue. Upon the completion of its statement, the corpse will vanish, whereupon one of the two sculptures will exhibit a physical reaction. Foundation autonomous naval observation drone (ANOD) 06 captured several instances of this event; example transcripts follow. Date Description of Subject Content of Speech Results 04 April, 2010 Overweight female, significant putrefaction evident. Scarring present on subject's abdomen and upper extremities. “All my life, I worked hard. I never stopped working. I let myself be fucked by a bastard, and I bore his children. And I loved them. I loved them and I raised them the best I could, but I didn't have any help. And it weighed. I lost my way. In the end, I didn't love them enough, didn't try hard enough. And I fell trying to seek relief. I failed. And I won't do it again. I choose to make use of myself. I accept the burden.” Subject vanishes, producing a flash of blue light. A significant amount of condensation gathers on SCP-3983-01's surface, and runs to the chamber floor in rivulets. 13 May, 2010 Tall, thin male. Little evidence of decomposition save for a paleness of the skin. “I did not choose my vocation to squander my own existence. My allegiance is to life, and its perpetuation. I have sewn flesh, set bones, and cured ailments. I am not prepared to allow us to fall into stagnation. We have to be strong, and healthy, even if that means we have to accept terrible changes. I am not a coward, and I will not submit. I choose to fight forever. I will never rest.” Subject vanishes, producing a flash of green light. Vines superficially resembling Virginia creeper (Parthenocissus quinquefolia) sprout from SCP-3983-02's surface, then rapidly decompose and crumble. 08 July, 2010 Tall, broad-shouldered male. Mild decomposition. Multiple tattoos across upper arms and chest. “Fuck that. I never let anyone walk on me, ever. I'm not getting brought into another stupid fucker gang of pussies just out to make trouble for everyone else. I had my fun. It's time for me to do the right thing for once, like my mama wanted. Not wasting this shot. Not this time. I'm the strongest bastard ever born, and you're gonna love me. Get ready, bitches. Manny Marquez accepts the burden.” Subject vanishes, producing a flash of blue light accompanied by a sound similar to the cry of the king vulture (Sarcoramphus papa). SCP-3983-01's posture changes slightly, adjusting its anchor to stand more upright. 02 June, 2010 Short female, specific characteristics difficult to determine due to advanced decomposition. Subject estimated to have been dead no less than one year. “I was never anything. I only knew pain and hatred. I want a chance. I will give back what was given to me. I will never rest.” Subject vanishes, producing a flash of green light. Blood manifests and collects across SCP-3983-02's surface, gradually congealing and drying. 17 July, 2010 Small skeleton, presumed to be the remains of a child aged 5-6. None. Subject stands in the center of the dais and emits no sound, holding its arms close to its ribcage and shivering. First instance of overt animation from SCP-3983-01 and SCP-3983-02. SCP-3983-02 extends a tentacle toward subject. SCP-3983-01 quickly dislodges from its recess, and advances upon the dais. SCP-3983-01 swings its anchor into SCP-3983-02's tentacle, shattering it into pieces. A roaring sound approximately 140 dB in volume is heard, rattling the chamber and causing ANOD-06's microphones to temporarily cut out. SCP-3983-01 stands between subject and SCP-3983-02, slamming its anchor head-down upon the surface of the platform. No activity for 46 seconds, whereupon subject vanishes, producing a flash of blue light. SCP-3983-01 raises an arm and points at SCP-3983-02 for a short period of time, before shouldering its weapon and placing itself back into its recess, in identical configuration as before. 27 November, 2010 Short male, advanced decomposition. Significant damage evident, including lacerations upon its abdomen and limbs and multiple broken ribs. “I will make my own way.” See Incident Report 3983-01. +Incident Report 3983-01 - Close Transcript of camera feed captured by ANOD-06 during SCP-3983-03 event dated 27 November 2010. SCP-3983-03: I will make my own way. (A region of space upon the dais approximately 1 meter behind SCP-3983-03 erupts in an explosion, which generates a significant amount of light, heat, sound, and smoke. From this emerges a figure, tentatively designated SCP-3983-04. Figure is an indistinct, shadowy humanoid adopting the rough shape of a large, overweight human male wearing a billed hat. SCP-3983-04 constantly emits an amount of dense black smoke from its body, and dull orange lights can be seen in locations corresponding to its eyes and mouth. SCP-3983-04 puts an arm around SCP-3983-03's shoulders.) SCP-3983-04: Hot damn! I know that's right, little buddy! I hear ya, loud and clear! (SCP-3983-04 moves around to SCP-3983-03's front, kneels to its eye level, and places its hands on SCP-3983-03's shoulders.) SCP-3983-04: Loud and clear, partner. You don't want any a' this shit. Complicated. You wanna get the hell back on that open road and let the throttle out wide. You wanna hear the thunder of your own engine. You ain't got no quit in ya! That right? (SCP-3983-03 nods. SCP-3983-04 snorts and removes what appears to be the silhouette of a cigar from its mouth, issuing a gout of smoke.) SCP-3983-04: Yer goddamn tootin'! Who wants to posse up with these drippy bastards anyhow? One of 'em's a damn sadsack and the other's just a big ol' creepy-crawly askin' for a rolled-up newspaper! Who the hell needs 'em! You wanna ride? You wanna feel the heat? Move under yer own steam? You ready to tear up the road and fly apart with me? (SCP-3983-03 nods.) SCP-3983-04: Hell! Fuckin'! Yes! You and me, partner! We're gonna eat asphalt and shit glory! We'll show these sons-a-bitches what it means to be free! Let's ride! YEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAA- (SCP-3983-04 explodes. Neither SCP-3983-04 nor SCP-3983-03 can be seen upon the smoke's dissipation.) Investigation is currently underway to determine the significance of these events. A sortie to establish meaningful contact with SCP-3899 has been initiated to determine the extent of its involvement. 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SCP-3984 | keter | Poking Death with a Stick close Info X SCP-3984: Poking Death with a Stick Author: Croquembouche When death breaks, what do you do? Poke it with a stick. Written for the Doomsday Contest, and now part of the End of Death canon! More from this author The library is warm and dark. Outside, it is a summer night — warmth and humidity linger in the air from earlier in the day. A storm is predicted for the week ahead, but the sky is clear for now. The library has been closed for several hours. You shut the front door quietly behind you and make your way out of the foyer. The floor is a carpet, soft and thick, muffling each of your footsteps for you. The collective gaze of several security cameras is trained upon the door, but for tonight, they are blind. A wooden door leads from the foyer into the library proper. It swings open smoothly without so much as a groan. On any other night it would creak loudly. You move deeper into the library. A stray book lies on the floor, shrouded in the darkness. Your foot hits it. You trip — not enough to fall, but enough to throw you off your balance. You reach out and grab a bookshelf. Your hand, searching for a place to grasp, hits another book and sends it falling to the floor where it hits the carpet with a thud that echoes all around the room. You freeze. The echo fades. The library returns to silence. If someone were here, they definitely would have noticed that. You decide that you are alone, and continue, walking normally now. You arrive at the librarians’ desk, climb over it, take a seat at one of the two computers, and boot it up. A login prompt appears. You withdraw a notebook from your pocket and enter the details on the first page. The login is successful. The rest of the notebook is filled with instructions: combinations of buttons to press, commands to enter. You open two different terminals, enter a series of commands, watch lines of text you don’t understand flicker past your eyes. Eventually, as the notebook demands, you take a USB drive from your pocket and gently push it into the computer. The screen goes black as it thinks about what it needs to do. A long, tense moment passes. The file for SCP-3984 lights up the room as the page loads, burning your eyes that have grown used to the darkness. You wince, and blink, and wait for your eyes to adjust. You exhale relief that the instructions you were given worked, but it’s a feeling that you cut short. You’re here to solve a mystery that you’ve lived with your entire life, a mystery that no-one else seems to want to solve or even acknowledge, a mystery that’s been around for twenty-four years. And you hope — you have to hope — that this file will hold at least some answers. It’s the only place left to look. The file begins with a note from one of the researchers. Reading from the top seems like a good way to start. Notice to all personnel ΩK is a thing. It’s happened. We all have to live with it now. Despite speculation — no matter how prevalent said speculation is — we do not know for sure whether or not we caused ΩK, whether any of our SCPs caused it, or whether any of them can fix it. We do not know whether it is related to the Foundation at all. What we do know is that it now defines our lives. The SCP Foundation does not destroy anomalies, it contains them. That is our purpose. ΩK is an anomaly and we will contain it. We will not end it, we will not "put things back" as certain individuals are asking. That is not our purpose, this is not our battle. However, we will contain it, or at least try to. So if any of you are expecting my research team to come up with some magical solution to end ΩK, stop expecting that. We will treat the symptoms, but not cure the disease. ΩK is here and it’s not going away, so grow up and move on. You are professionals — act like it. It’s not like this is going to kill you. — Dr. Emily Young Dr. Emily Young. A name you've been trying to avoid for the past twenty years. You met Young last year, and suffice it to say that she is of very little use for research purposes. You'll get no benefit from talking to her. This document really is the last place you can look. SCP-3984 End of Death Hub » SCP-3984 Item #: SCP-3984 Special Containment Procedures: Containment of SCP-3984 revolves around inducing death in affected animals. As this is not currently possible, SCP-3984 can be considered uncontained. Research efforts must be directed into the development of alternative methods of inducing death. Research into reversing the effects of ΩK, or its origin, is prohibited. Prohibited? Unusual. What was Young up to? Description: SCP-3984 refers to a phenomenon in which any living organisms in the kingdom Animalia under Cavalier-Smith taxonomy1, including humans, are unable to die. Currently, all known lifeforms in the kingdom Animalia are under the effects of SCP-3984. This satisfies the criterion for an ΩK-class "End of Death" scenario. The source or origin of the prevalence of SCP-3984 as such is referred to as "ΩK". The exact nature of ΩK is currently under debate. This document pertains only to SCP-3984 and its effects, not its origin. ΩK occurred on 2020-09-12 at approximately 14:02 GMT, a time which has been derived from the last globally recorded human death. Since that time, SCP-3984 has been present in every living creature thus tested. As a result, mortality rates have dropped to zero. SCP-3984 appears to only extend to the ability to die. SCP-3984 does not grant a healing effect, does not prevent aging, does not prevent conception or pregnancy, and does not prevent subjects from sustaining injury. In the long term, SCP-3984 presents a major threat to societal structure as the population is expected to expand exponentially. Current models estimate that overpopulation would begin to lead to excessive scarcity to the point of widespread starvation in the early 2040s. Additionally, while population growth is a considerable concern for humans in the long term, a much larger short-term concern is presented by animals with r-selected evolutionary strategies2. Worldwide efforts should be focused on generating sufficient resources for the planet to be able to cope with the increased population. Talks with governments around the world to determine strategies for managing population growth, for both humans and animals, is underway. Foundation efforts should be focused on the development of alternative and/or artificial solutions to replace death. The extent to which SCP-3984 constitutes 'conventional' immortality3 is the subject of ongoing research, which is led by Dr. Young as per request. Experimental logs and a theory on the mechanism of SCP-3984 is presented below. Experiment Log 01 Date: 2020-09-14 Experimenter: Dr. Emily Young Subject: D-1190 Procedure: D-1190 was asphyxiated by manual strangulation from D-9981. Results: D-1190 struggled initially but stopped resisting after several minutes of strangulation. D-9981 was told to maintain grip for a further ten minutes. D-1190 recovered shortly afterwards with no lasting damage. Experiment Log 02 Date: 2020-09-14 Experimenter: Dr. Emily Young Subject: D-6812 Procedure: D-6812 was asphyxiated by D-9981 tying a belt around his neck. Results: D-6812 initially resisted asphyxiation despite instructions otherwise, but stopped after several minutes of strangulation. D-9981 was told to keep the belt in position for a further ten minutes. D-6812 recovered with mild but permanent damage to several muscular ligaments in his neck. D-6812 was admitted to the Site-06 medical ward but did not make any further recovery. Experiment Log 03 Date: 2020-09-15 Experimenter: Dr. Emily Young Subject: D-1190 Procedure: D-1190 was placed in a vacuum-sealed chamber from which the air was ventilated. Results: D-1190 began to asphyxiate several minutes into the test, visibly struggling for air, and collapsed against the wall of the chamber after less than a minute, remaining conscious. Subject was left overnight, after which air was released back into the chamber. D-1190 was admitted to the Site-06 medical ward with acute cerebral hypoxia and burst blood vessels in the eyes. Subject physically recovered within three days but remained in a vegetative state for several weeks. Upon awakening, D-1190 displayed symptoms of permanently-impaired motor and speech skills as well as widespread paralysis. 2020-11-02: One month after waking up, D-1190 has not shown any signs of further recovery. It appears that the anomalous nature of the healing effect extends only to fatal injuries or ailments. D-1190 remains effectively useless as D-Class. Under usual circumstances, I’d recommend termination. - Dr. Emily Young Experiment Log 04 Date: 2020-09-17 Experimenter: Dr. Emily Young Subject: D-8833 Procedure: D-8833 had cuts made on her wrists and ankles and over the course of 6 hours was drained of an estimated 80% of her blood. Removed blood was retained and re-introduced to the body the following day via intravenous drip. Results: In much the same manner as the previous experiment, D-8833 was successfully 'resurrected' but has suffered injuries consistent with prolonged loss of oxygen to the brain. In this instance, symptoms included loss of sensation in the left half of the body and loss of understanding of any subject more complex than naming animals. Note that D-8833 remained conscious despite not having a significant volume of blood. The logs continue in much the same fashion, with some unfortunate D-Class being exposed to something that would normally kill them. Poison, starvation, explosion, whatever. You scroll down, looking for one in particular. The old scrollwheel clicks loudly, twenty times with each movement of your finger, a series of loud clicks that echo through the silence of the library. You stop at Experiment 10. Experiment Log 10 Date: 2020-10-11 Experimenter: Dr. Emily Young Subject: D-11424 Procedure: D-11424 was decapitated with a steel-bladed guillotine. Results: Head was cleanly removed. D-11424 remained conscious during and after the operation. Efforts were made to breathe, which failed, and D-11424 began to show signs of suffocation and significant blood loss. Although D-11424 was admitted to the Site-06 medical ward, the injury was deemed "irreparable". Both head and body were placed into cold storage. You smile, lifting your hand to touch the raised scar that forms a ring around your neck and the tiny bumps from age-old stitches. Irreparable. You keep scrolling. Experiment Log 20 Date: 2025-11-05 Experimenter: Dr. Emily Young Subject: D-10273 Procedure: One round from a standard-issue security handgun was fired into the forehead of D-10273 by Dr. Young. Results: Subject sustained major head injury and was admitted to Site-06 medical ward with severe brain damage and blood loss. 2025-12-28: After almost two months under medical care, D-10273 has made a full recovery, albeit with major memory loss of both recent and earlier history. Subject remembers basic skills such as how to eat and speak but does not recall any personal details. Experiment Log 21 Date: 2025-12-31 Experimenter: Dr. Emily Young (stand-in: Dr. Joyce Michaels) Subject: Dr. Emily Young Procedure: Dr. Young self-administered a single bullet to the head from a security handgun in much the same manner as the previous test. Results: Subject sustained major head injury and was admitted to Site-06 medical ward. Bullet had pierced the temporal lobe, frontal lobe and brainstem, the latter of which appears to have disconnected Dr. Young's brain from her body. She is unable to communicate or perform any motor functions. Note: As Dr. Young is incapable of performing further research, she has been removed from the SCP-3984 research team. She will undergo a psychological review pending on her recovery. In the meantime, I will be assuming control of research. - Dr. Joyce Michaels Note: Dr. Young has neglected to maintain a log of specific research intentions for each experiment. Despite this, we have been able to narrow down the source of the immortality to the brain. Subsequent experiments should focus on this — we can consider the rest of the body to be mortal. - Dr. Michaels Michaels isn't wrong. You’ve seen someone in a car crash, their body mangled beyond recognition, limbs in places they shouldn’t be and blood everywhere that they should, but that should-be corpse still found the energy to call for help, to scream in pain. You don’t imagine they ever stopped. Young hasn't changed much since this experiment. You couldn't tell whether or not she recognised you. Experiment Log 22 Date: 2026-02-02 Experimenter: Dr. Joyce Michaels Subject: D-373A, a male Macaca mulatta or Rhesus macaque Purpose: To confirm or deny the above assumption. Procedure: D-373A was given a standard lethal injection dose4. Results: Primary injection was unable to cause D-373A to become unconscious; however its vocalisations became slower and panic-like symptoms were noted. Secondary injection saw widespread muscular relaxation and induced breathing difficulty. Tertiary injection quickly induced cardiac arrest, through which D-373A remained conscious and visibly panicked throughout despite severe muscular relaxation. After 12 hours, when the administered drugs were declared to be no longer actively causing symptoms in the subject, D-373A was admitted to the Site-06 medical ward with acute cerebral hypoxia from the lack of blood flow. Note that D-373A remained conscious throughout the experiment. 2026-02-25: With medical attention from Site-06, D-373A has made a full recovery with no permanent side effects. Note: It is interesting to observe that sedation was unable to induce unconsciousness in the subject. It might be not that the brain is immortal, but that it is impossible to cause one to become unconscious. - Dr. Joyce Michaels Experiment Log 23 Date: 2026-02-07 Experimenter: Dr. Joyce Michaels Subject: D-374A, a female Macaca mulatta or Rhesus macaque Purpose: To confirm or deny the above assumption: that it is not possible to cause the brain to become unconscious. Procedure: Over the course of 5 days, D-374A was injected with: A mild sedative A strong sedative A mild local anaesthetic A mild general anaesthetic Class C amnestics Results: D-374A responded positively to the mild sedative (dosage was insufficient to cause sleep), local and general anaesthetic and amnestics. D-374A had no response to the strong sedative — in fact no effect of the sedative was observed, despite the weak sedative showing a positive drowsiness response. Note: Sedation, at least to the point of unconsciousness, is not an option for future experiments. This supports the above assumption. - Dr. Joyce Michaels Experiment Log 24 Date: 2026-02-19 Experimenter: Dr. Joyce Michaels Subject: D-390A, a female Macaca mulatta or Rhesus macaque Purpose: To establish if the effects of SCP-3984 hold even when the brain no longer conventionally exists. Procedure: After being restrained, the skull of D-390A was surgically opened from the top down to the neck. Connection to the spinal column was severed and the brain was removed. As damage to neurons and other brain cells are not at risk, the brain was separated into individual cells through a combination of chemical disaggregation and mechanical trituration (with a blender). Individual brain cells were then suspended in a saline solution. The resulting mixture, referred to as Solution-3984-24, was placed through a series of tests to determine its electrical activity. Results: Electrical signals persisted throughout the brain cells suspended in solution as would be expected for a healthy human brain, leading to the conclusion that SCP-3984 affects the individual cells of the brain itself. Despite this, it was not possible to determine whether or not D-390A remained 'conscious', as an MRI scan was inconclusive on account of the not-brain-shaped nature of the solution and randomisation of cell locations. Samples of Solution-3984-24 are available upon request. You've seen enough test logs. None of them contain the information you're looking for. You know that at some point there'll be one where they reconnect D-11424's severed head, but beyond that, none of them interest you. You scroll right down to the bottom of the page. Summary of research: Through research orchestrated by Dr. Emily Young and Dr. Joyce Michaels, overall, SCP-3984 can be characterised by an inability for the brain to become unconscious. The current theory proposes that SCP-3984 does not represent immortality as such, but rather an inability for the brain to lose function. The amount of function is not retained so long as the brain itself remains operable (see Experiment 03). + LEVEL 5/DAMMERUNG RESTRICTED – hide block ACCESS DENIED Foundation personnel are already at your location. Shit. You knew that you'd never be able to get as deep as you needed to. Level 5 access? That's O5 impersonation. Impossible. What were you thinking? The computer screen illuminates your face and you're suddenly keenly, acutely aware that you are the most visible object in the room. The silence feels so loud. There is something stirring in the darkness. There are shapes all around you. People, barely visible. Clad in black. Guns raised, pointed at you. Two of them — four, no, six— more than you can count. Slowly advancing. You drop down and crouch behind the librarian's desk, under the computer monitor, with your back pressed against the front wooden panel. A single shot rings out, tearing through the silence. You're aware of splinters of wood flying as the bullet tears through the desk. Something shoots out of your chest, right in the middle. Your breath stops. The black figures come around the back of the librarian's desk from both sides. They converge, closer and closer. It's now that you wish you could die. In the Clutches of Life End of Death ΩK Footnotes 1. The kingdom Animalia under Cavalier-Smith taxonomy includes all animals but not bacteria, fungi, algae or plants. 2. Animals living in unstable environments are generally characterised by an r-selected evolutionary strategy, which consists of producing many cheap offspring of which few are expected to survive. Compare to K-selected evolutionary strategy, which consists of producing a single more expensive offspring which is expected to survive for the maximum lifespan of its species. 3. For example, does it prevent aging and injury, is there a healing factor, does it simply remove an assailant's ability to kill? 4. A standard lethal injection dose consists of injections with the following substances with 3-minute gaps between injections: 5g sodium thiopental (to induce unconsciousness) 100mg pancuronium bromide (to stop breathing) 3.9g potassium chloride (to stop the heart) ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-3984" by Croquembouche, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-3984. 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. |
SCP-3985 | euclid | close Info X SCP-3985: Focus of a Regulatory Dispute Author: Pedantique Author Page: Dr. Dentick's Personnel File Heron & Hound Commentary Corner: "Hey, Dhole." "Egret." "This sure was a shitshow, wasn't it?" "Uncivilized conduct in an uncivilized world. Challenges should be made with coin, not cannons." "Something like that. Though then there wouldn't be much use for me." "Surely not. Swords must aspire to rust. A plowshare is too noble a goal by far." "'could say the same about you. Still aspiring to be a bank in your next life?" "Silver steadies the world. Gold rights it. To balance scales is to balance the tides. Ships sail nowhere without a sea." "Yeah, you lost me." "As I said, an uncivilized world." Item #: SCP-3985 Special Containment Procedures: Site-262 is to be constructed for containment of SCP-3985. All non-aerial avenues of ingress are to be obstructed or destroyed following site construction. All records containing the exact location of Site-262 are to be removed from Foundation systems, and all vehicles transporting personnel or resources to Site-262 are to have tracking systems disengaged prior to departure. Site-262 is to operate permanently at alert level 9. A sensory deprivation chamber is to be maintained within Site-262 for the continuous containment of SCP-3985 via immobilization harness. The harness is to be fitted with feeds for intravenous drug administration, nutrition provision, and waste disposal. A record is to be maintained of all changes in the appearance of SCP-3985 and all vocalizations made by SCP-3985 over the course of containment. Protocol COMMANDMENT NOON is to be executed in the event that SCP-3985 vocalizes more frequently than a total of ten minutes per 24 hour period or refers to itself in the first person while vocalizing. The Overseer Council is to be immediately notified through secure communication channels if protocol COMMANDMENT NOON results fall below key thresholds listed in associated documentation. Description: [DATA EXPUNGED] Addendum 3985-A (Notable Static Features of SCP-3985): Cellulose mass integrated into intestinal tract. Origin and function unknown. Functional nictitating membrane in both ocular systems. Apparently vestigial fifth heart chamber. Microfractures throughout the skeletal structure. Likely a result of physical violence. Large accumulations of scar tissues across torso and limbs. Likely a result of physical violence. Absence of smallest two fingers on left hand. Damage likely inflicted by human teeth. Addendum 3985-B (Protocol COMMANDMENT NOON): [OPEN ADDENDUM] [CLOSE ADDENDUM] Protocol Overview: Protocol COMMANDMENT NOON was designed primarily to maintain SCP-3985's null-personality state in an efficient and reliable manner. It was secondarily designed to not rely on traditional amnestics following the resistances developed by SCP-3985 in the course of previous containment procedures. The procedure entails a significant amount of psychic distress for the subject as a result of alternative amnestic techniques. This is considered to be an acceptable consequence given the state of the subject following successful completion of the procedure. Procedure Sequence: Exact details held at Site-262. Result Measurements: Exact details held at Site-262. Overseer credentials accepted. Showing additional files flagged as related to SCP-3985… Partial Communication Record (May 18, 2066): [OPEN RECORD] [CLOSE RECORD] TO: Overseer Council FROM: Board of the Ethics Committee SUBJECT: Official Complaint Regarding the Obfuscation of SCP-3985 For consideration by the Overseer Council, The Ethics Committee has always recognized the fact that some information will not be made available for review. Exceptions to our mandate have been permitted in the effort to contain information that is innately hazardous, contagious, or otherwise detrimental to humanity at large. This ceding of authority in the field of containment procedures has only ever been taken with care and consideration, and the significance of it should not be understated. In the case of SCP-3985, no opportunity has been provided for the Ethics Committee to consider the implications of voluntary disengagement from standard procedures. Critical portions of SCP-3985 documentation have yet to be made available despite repeated requests, a state of affairs in direct violation of Foundation tradition and bylaw. This situation must not be allowed to continue for the sake of healthy internal relations and continued ethical operation of the Foundation. As a result, the following steps must be taken: The full body of SCP-3985 documentation must be provided to the Ethics Committee. All records involving Protocol COMMANDMENT NOON must be further provided. Access to Site-262 must be made immediately available for Ethics Committee inspectors. A review of all currently contained anomalies must be conducted to determine if similar lapses of reporting have taken place. All responsible individuals must be censured to the fullest possible extent under current guidelines. Failure to carry out these actions will severely impair the ability of the Ethics Committee to ensure that all Foundation activity is compliant with its moral standards. It will further impair our ability to engage constructively with members of the Overseer Council in any future matters. Signed, Chairwoman Elif Sakarya TO: Chairwoman Elif Sakarya FROM: Overseer-3 SUBJECT: Re: Official Complaint Regarding the Obfuscation of SCP-3985 Chairwoman Sakarya, The Ethics Committee's request was reviewed by today's partial meeting of the Overseer Council. It was determined following careful consideration that we will not comment in any capacity on actions undertaken in pursuance of 4 FUL § 110. Any inconvenience suffered by the Ethics Committee is regrettable, but this course of action is necessary in accordance with the broader needs of the Foundation. The Overseer Council is confident that the Ethics Committee in particular will understand that what is necessary is often unpleasant, and we have faith that you will bear this dutifully along with your other crosses. Further information requests should be made through standard channels. TO: Overseer Council FROM: Board of the Ethics Committee SUBJECT: Official Complaint Regarding Overseer Council Behavior For consideration by the Overseer Council, The necessity of firm leadership over the Foundation's trilateral mission has never been in question. Recent actions by members of the Overseer Council have given the Board of the Ethics Committee reason to wonder if the current leaders of the Foundation have passed beyond the point of firmness and taken it upon themselves to rule rather than direct. In the long term, a pattern of such behavior would be certain to lower the standing of the Council and decrease the efficiency of all functions it oversees. A comprehensive record will be provided to validate this assertion. Given this behavior, the Board of the Ethics Committee recommends that the following steps be taken to reestablish the standing of the Overseer Council and ensure that no further undesirable actions are taken by its members: Membership of the Overseer Council should be expanded to include a broader range of experiences and viewpoints. At least 13 additional members should be appointed on a provisional basis as soon as is possible under standard procedures. At least one member of this expanded body should be an active member of the Ethics Committee. A broader effort should be made to describe the activities of the Overseer Council and the rationale supporting them. Only by ensuring that the Overseer Council does not cement itself as a group of tyrants can the longevity and productivity of the Foundation as a whole be maintained. It is the hope of the Board of the Ethics Committee that individuals on the Council will be able to acknowledge this truth, and will place our collective mission above their personal interests. Signed, Chairwoman Elif Sakarya TO: Chairwoman Elif Sakarya FROM: Overseer-3 SUBJECT: Re: Official Complaint Regarding Overseer Council Behavior Chairwoman Sakarya, The Overseer Council is disinterested in discussing this topic. We are similarly disinterested in your attempts to force our hand to action. There is more important work to be done. Tend to your own garden, as you have in the past, and we will tend to ours. Please refrain from wasting Foundation resources in this manner. FORESIGHT-21 Predictive Analysis Memo 1625 (May 21, 2066): [OPEN DOCUMENT] [CLOSE DOCUMENT] TO: MTF Alpha-1 OPCOM, Overseer Council FROM: FORESIGHT-21 Advanced Threat Analysis Division SUBJECT: Internal Security/Ethics Committee: Possible Imminent Action Against O5 Assets FORESIGHT-21 has been tasked by MTF Alpha-1 OPCOM to examine recent Ethics Committee activity in light of communication that took place on May 18th between O5-3 and the sitting Chairwoman of the Ethics Committee. We assess with a high degree of confidence, based on a large body of SIGINT and IMINT, that Ethics Committee leadership will mobilize MTF Zeta-11 to carry out hostile action against the Overseer Council within 72 hours. We further assess with a moderate degree of confidence that this action will precede wider action across Foundation elements dissatisfied with current leadership or desiring significant policy change. Frequency and magnitude of electronic communication between Ethics Committee Chairwoman Sakarya and Zeta-1 OPCOM have surpassed previously observed peaks since the date of the incident in question. Sakarya's psychological profile indicates an inclination to unilateral action in response to apparent persecution, as well as strong convictions regarding the institutional norms of the Ethics Committee. The loyalties of Zeta-1 leadership have been notably aligned toward her person in recent years. Sakarya has proven willing to escalate departmental conflict to achieve short-term objectives during reconciliation negotiations2 and likely remains confident that tensions can be managed once she has secured an advantageous position. Increased activity by Zeta-1 component teams has been noted in Site-06, Site-17, and Site-88 despite the lack of an immediate threat to those sites. Multiple component teams have failed to file scheduled field reports, and tracking signals appear to be undergoing ongoing disruption. All active elements of Zeta-1 possess considerable aptitude in a variety of conventional policing and military operations. Full report has been attached. Supplementary Material for Emergency Briefing (May 23, 2066): [OPEN DOCUMENT] [CLOSE DOCUMENT] May 22 Incident Timeline Time Event Description 0551 Convoy transporting O5-3 ambushed en route to secure holding location. O5-3 presumed deceased. 0553 Aircraft carrying O5-8 disappears in flight over Pacific Ocean. Transponder and assorted tracking devices are non-responsive. O5-8 presumed deceased. 0554 Gunfire reported at Site-01. Communications terminated following automated emergency broadcast. 0556 All Foundation facilities placed on alert level 4. 0558 Loss of contact with O5-2 and O5-4 at secure holding location. O5-2 and O5-4 status unknown. Active firefights reported at several sites between security forces and unknown assailants. Contingency procedures activated at Site-01. 0559 Declaration of intent released by Ethics Committee through official Foundation communications channels. Text of declaration delivered to all Foundation personnel via email. 0601 Public statements made by Site-17 and Site-88 Directors in support of Ethics Committee action. 0604 Emergency notice released stating Ethics Committee declaration to contain infohazardous material. All Foundation facilities placed on alert level 6. 0607 Cessation of conflict at Site-01. No successful capture of enemy combatants. 0609 SRBM strike issued against Ethics Committee main office complex. Complex destroyed within 95% margin. 0620 MTF Alpha-1 strike team terminates Chairwoman Sakarya. Nature as body double not immediately apparent. 0625 O5-1 activates panic button in Site-01 office. O5-1 presumed deceased. 0629 Site-113 contingency warhead detonated. Context unclear. 0631 Contingency warheads at Site-74, Site-141, and Site-199 detonated. Context unclear. 0636 O5-10, O5-12, and O5-13 make collective announcement of abdication. O5-10, O5-12, and O5-13 status unknown. 0651 Chairwoman Sakarya announces the establishment of new Overseer Council by invocation of the empty chairs clause. New body is supported by large portions of upper Foundation management (likely between 55-70%.) 0700 All Foundation sites placed at alert level 9. Internal security forces enact lockdown procedures. Multiple site directors apprehended. 0714 Containment breach at Site-33. Relationship to ongoing crisis unknown. 0720 Contact lost with O5-7 security team. MASINT indicates continued operations of security elements outside of authorized area. O5-7 presumed deceased. 0724 Critical containment breach at Site-85. Relationship to ongoing crisis unknown. 0730 Incident involving Site-106 internal security culminating in the death of 26 research personnel. 0739 Incident involving Site-106 internal security culminating in the death of 34 administrative personnel and 6 security personnel. 0750 Explosion of unknown origin destroys Alpha-1 Central HQ. Alpha-1 OPCOM confirmed dead. Command falls to Alpha-1 ECICOM. 0801 Acting Alpha-1 OPCOM acknowledges legitimacy of new Overseer Council. Orders apprehension of all members of former Council iteration. Former O5-5, O5-6, O5-9, and O5-11 are successfully captured. 0900 Lockdown procedures ended. Contact reestablished with regional governments to address geopolitical instability caused by day's events. Timeline has been condensed and summarized. Additional details are available in appended documentation. Proposed Revisions to SCP-3985 Documentation: [OPEN DOCUMENT] [CLOSE DOCUMENT] The following text has been proposed to replace the expunged description of SCP-3985: SCP-3985 is the collective designation of fourteen humanoids who vary in terms of age, sex, and ethnicity. Additional information on SCP-3985 is available in Site-262 archives. Partial Communication Record (August 19, 2072): [OPEN RECORD] [CLOSE RECORD] TO: Overseer Council FROM: Board of the Ethics Committee SUBJECT: Official Request for Inspection of Site-262 For the attention of the Overseer Council, The Board of the Ethics Committee has been made aware that critical information is absent from the documentation of SCP-3985 and that no inspectors have had the opportunity to examine regulation compliance at Site-262. We are confident this is an oversight given our shared eagerness to certify all Foundation sites as operating ethically. Unfortunately, the 2071 Review of Contained Anomalies cannot be completed without direct examination of all humanoid containment practices. As such, we must request permission for Ethics Committee inspectors to access all related documentation and facilities. We assure you that this review will be conducted with the utmost speed and discretion so as to not disrupt the important work of Foundation personnel. Respectfully yours, Chairman Ian McMillan TO: Chairman Ian McMillan FROM: Overseer-1 SUBJECT: Re: Official Request for Inspection of Site-262 McMillan, Your request is denied. –Sakarya Footnotes 1. Supplementary force assigned directly to Ethics Committee during the 2031 Facade Slip. 2. See HINDSIGHT-20 Report on 2064 Budgetary Crisis and related damages. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-3985" by Pedantique, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-3985. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-3986 | euclid | And the heavenly-ordained armies grew tired of their wandering, and sought an end to their travels. close Info X SCP-3986: The Observatory of Genghis Khan Author: Tufto. More of their work can be found here, but this one is probably his best so don't get your hopes up for him improving on this if you didn't like it all that much. Item #: SCP-3986 Special Containment Procedures: Mobile Task Force Chi-99 "Ancestral Voices Prophesying War", has been established to locate SCP-3986. The area of search has been narrowed down to Mongolia, Xinjiang, Kazakhstan and parts of southern Russia. Chi-99 is employing a number of unconventional methods of detection, including extensive use of Hume detection, neutrino cannon, and large-scale interviews with locals. Any extant copies of the Altan Debter, A Description of the Mongolian Peoples, Divan-e Afshar, Recitations of Lakshmi Rao, The Construction of Xanadu and Voyages in Russia and Turkestan discovered are to be acquired by the Foundation immediately. Description: SCP-3986 refers to a hypothetically extant mountain, with an unknown location somewhere in Inner Asia. SCP-3986's existence is not confirmed and is conjectured from a small number of textual sources ranging from the 13th to the 20th century. Despite some deviances and apparently not drawing upon one another, these sources all describe a remarkably consistent landscape with several apparently anomalous attributes. The sources agree that SCP-3986 is in the centre of a flat steppe, highly visible due to the lack of surrounding elevation. The mountain's size is difficult to ascertain, but is uniformly described as being coloured like cobalt or having cobalt stairs. These stairs have been cut into the side of the mountain, winding around its circumference several times and providing a path from the ground to the peak. At the top of the mountain is a large observatory; here, the sources are inconsistent, each describing the observatory as if it belonged to their period and culture. The only consistent points of observation concerning the observatory are the presence of a large number of multinational inhabitants, and the presence of a large central courtyard of the complex, in the centre of which is the body of the Mongol emperor Genghis Khan. The body is located in a grave, covered in a sheet of glass; the type and colour of this glass vary according to the observer. The body is reportedly in a state of perfect preservation. Despite its hypothetical state, the testimony of Foundation operative John Callaghan in conjunction with the earlier reports has been deemed sufficient to provide SCP-3986 with a designation in the Foundation database. On six occasions prior to Dr. Nicholas Cartwright's death in 1999, petitions were filed to reclassify it as an explained item; these requests were all denied. The evidence gathered at the time of Dr. Cartwright's death have led to a moratorium on petitions for an explained status, although this may be subject to change at a later date. The relevant extracts from the six sources describing SCP-3986 are below, translated into English when appropriate. +Altan Debter -Altan Debter This is the official state history of the Mongols, extensively drawn upon by Rashid al-Din Hamadani and the Chinese chronicles. Previously believed to be lost, or possibly not a single chronicle at all, several 16th-century copies were discovered in an archive in Hohhot. The syntax and language all appear to indicate a genuine copy, although it is believed that there are several interpolations throughout the work; this includes paragraph 989 in the transcript below. The manuscripts have since been seized by the Foundation and the discovery suppressed. A possible reference to Lakhshmi Rao exists in the first section. The paragraph number is indicated in the transcript below. Translated from classical Mongolian. 986. And the heavenly-ordained armies grew tired of their wandering, and sought an end to their travels. So they sought an audience with a city-dwelling sage, called Rao, and he told them of a mountain, framed in gold and [cobalt?]; and atop it lies an empty plain. 987. And the armies went to the mountain, and found it inhabited; so they went away, and then returned, and it was not yet inhabited; 988. And the armies climbed the steps, which were made of gold and [cobalt?]; and they marvelled at them, for they knew not who had built them. And they climbed the steps, and said, here is where we shall bury the heavenly Khan. And so they placed his body inside the earth. 989. And the armies made a sheet of glass, to change with the wind; and they placed the Khan inside it, and sunk it into the plain. And they placed with him his favourite slaves, his weapons, and the body of the noble Khatun Borte. And they cried up, O eternal heaven, here we shall make it so his body gazes upon you, so his spirit shall leave, and pass through the glass as if through twin flames, and it shall reach and mingle with you. 990. And they mounted their horses and rode upon the flat plain and the mountain, and covered it, so that nobody could find it again. +A Description of the Mongolian Peoples -A Description of the Mongolian Peoples A late 14th century work by the Andalusian ethnographer Abu al-Aziz al-Shams Muhammad Ibn Ubayd. Ibn Ubayd's work is largely drawn from the descriptions of Mahmud al-Kashgari and Rashid al-Din Hamadani, and although known it was of little scholarly note. An article on its deviations from its apparent source texts by the American historian of Andalusian literature Dr. Philippa Castle apparently referenced SCP-3986, and thus brought the work to the attention of the Foundation. Translated from Classical Arabic. And the tribe of the KIPCHAK lives to the north of the Oxus; and they are a warlike people, skilled in the hunt and with many legends. And the tribe of the KALMYK lives to the north of the Oxus; and they are a warlike people, in the manner of the KIPCHAK. And the tribe of the OBSERVERS lives to the east of the Caspian; and they are a tribe of many nations, who live at the foot of the mountain; and they stare at the stars, having constructed a great observatory in the Andalusian style. And this tribe has a sheet of coloured glass, and beneath it lies that warlike prophet, Chingiz Khan1. And his body does not decay; for it was placed here by means of a pact with the OBSERVERS, who are the children of many races, and who did not wish to be killed by the armies of TOLUI; and they placed the body where all could see and remember it; and by strange dark magics the OBSERVERS preserve it; and the armies of TOLUI went away again; And the tribe of the KIRGHIZ lives to the north of the Oxus; and they are a warlike people, in the manner of the KIPCHAK and KALMYK. +Divan-e Afshar -Divan-e Afshar A collection of poetry by the 15th century Persian poet Shams al-Din Afshar Shirazi, a member of the Timurid court. Although reported by numerous sources as being of high quality, the Divan has been entirely lost except for a translation by the 19th century British orientalist and Foundation operative John Callaghan. This translation is extremely loose, and it is believed that Callaghan embellished or invented many details; he is not believed to have come into contact with any other sources discussing SCP-3986, however. And on the mount of Ofstrato, upon the Onon's shore, A stately pleasure-dome, atop the rocky moors, With tiles of cobalt blue stand the watchers of the night, The tunnel all refracted, the threshold framed starlight2 And in their halls there walks a folk of learning and of love, Whose hearts are pure-white as if the feathers of the dove, Ply the secrets of the stars that twinkle in the dark, And smile and write on arcane pages only sages hark. +Recitations of Lakshmi Rao -Recitations of Lakshmi Rao A work by an unknown Hindu author from the mid-16th century, this work records the sayings of the Yogi mystic Lakshmi Rao. A number of manuscripts, each with minor variations, were in circulation across the early modern period. Translated from Hindavi. And on the eighth day, the Venerable Sage came to us, and asked us why we die. And the brahma among us told him many things; that the body was like the worn-off clothes of the atman, and that it must be exchanged many times; And that the atman would be purified further and further, until it can rest. And the Venerable Sage smiled, and nodded, and approved; and the brahma among us were mollified. But then the Venerable Sage offered an alternative notion. He spoke of Genghis Khan, who had died in order to build Bedhashaala, also called Rasadkhane-ye Moghul, also called Shangri-La. And the brahma among us protested; there was no such place, they said; there was not even a legend of such a place; And the Venerable Sage merely laughed, and said, this is the sacrifice of death; all that you are slides into oblivion, and nought can recall what you have given. For even the form, or the name, or the idea of a place is nothing but idle words or frail memory to those who are left behind. And Genghis Khan, who sought an elixir of eternal life but accepted its non-existence, was able to accept this. And thus, for no reason beyond his own desire to patronise scholars, he gave his body as a seed, and around it grew a beautiful observatory; And people from all nations arrived there; and recognising the glory of our country, raised up walls not of Mongol furs or Muslim stone, but of red Patna; and it shines with the fire of the sun. And thus there was no empire left in the soul of Genghis Khan, and he was at last at rest. And the brahma among us agreed, and hailed the Venerable Sage. +The Construction of Xanadu -The Construction of Xanadu A novel by the 17th century Chinese novelist Li Yujian, a bureaucrat in the service of the Ming dynasty who fell into poverty following the Manchu conquest of the country. Li's account provides a narrative of Kublai Khan's construction of Xanadu, which he portrays as bankrupting the state and causing immense destruction. Unusual for a novel of this period is its sympathy for the Yuan dynasty and its portrayal of Kublai as a heroic (if flawed) protagonist. The passage in question comes towards the end of the novel, as Kublai's loyal servant Báichī asks him why he continues to embark upon a project he knows is doomed to fail. And Báichī stood up at last, and looked at Kublai. "I do not understand," he said. "I know I am only a poor idiot, but I cannot see the reason. All around you rage the fires, and Xanadu is burning, and still you will not give it up." And Kublai turned towards him, and Báichī saw how his face, within the firelight, no longer looked like flesh, but like stone. Indeed, it reminded him of a statue he had seen, in his youth; one weathered and beaten with age, but still carved to make the watcher remember the divine glory of its emperor. And Kublai said, "I cannot stop, noble Báichī, because to do so would be to abandon myself. For all my palaces, for all my glory and my kingdom, for all the nations of the world who pay homage to me as no other emperor has achieved, I am still a Mongol, born to a Mongol king, who knows nothing but the hunt and the lust for gold that is common to all my kind." "For in the west, in the far west, my grandfather lies, staring up at the sun and smiling. For he lies atop the tallest mountain, the only mountain in all the steppe, and above him lies the greatest testament to his power. For behold! The greatest minds of Po-Su and China are gathered in one place, amid a palace akin to the greatest emperor's; and there they have plumbed the depths of the universe. They have seen the rotation of the earth and the centrality of the sun; and through the glass all the stars pay homage to him, from the lone protector to a preacher of distant gods; and on the ceiling of the universe he stands, forever, tall and proud, a monument forgotten yet necessary that no man can touch." And Kublai looked down upon his burning castle, a mountain made of wood and stone, and he wept, and Báichī wept with him, for although he would never be an emperor or a sage he understood, having grown and played with emperors and tyrants, the desire to conquer that world still denied to them, that immortality through empire. +Letter from Nikolai Karensky to Katerina Karenskaya -Letter from Nikolai Karensky to Katerina Karenskaya Nikolai Karensky was a Russian army officer sent as an envoy to the Dzungar Khanate in the early 18th century, where he died in March 1718. A great deal of correspondence survives between him and his sister, Katerina, which has since been seized by the Foundation. Translated from Russian. 20th Feburary 1718, near Ghulja. My dearest Katya, The weather here continues to be frightful. It has begun to snow, and these appalling Tatar tents are little protection against the elements. My guide, Mehmed, has told us that we are to stay put, on the Khan's orders. It is a shame; I had hoped to see Almaligh, the old capital of Moghulistan, but this is prohibited. It seems I shall return straight home to St. Petersburg with no diversions at all. Still, it is only a small problem, because I came across the most wondrous sight recently while travelling with the Khan across the Tarim Basin, as I discussed with you in my previous letter. I became lost from the bulk of the rest of the group, and found myself wandering across unfamiliar pastureland. I was lost and with little food; but I saw before me a lone mountain, shaped so oddly I became convinced some structure had been built upon it. I approached on my horse, and saw a series of steps carved into the mountainside. They shone with a brilliant cobalt, and I was quite taken aback at the beauty of their preservation. I ascended- by now desperate for water- and after what seemed like no time at all, I was atop the mountain. And what a sight lay before me! It was as if I had stepped out of the savage nomad land I had been in only moments before and had instead entered a university in Russia. An Orthodox chapel lay at one end; a great plaza covered in stained glass, as if taken from some Roman church; domes and white marble to rival the best found in Russia. I presumed this place must have been some Russian colony of some kind, but I was mistaken; it was full of Persians, Chinese and Arabs, all wandering with telescopes and sheafs of papers under their arms and discussing high matters- astronomy, astrology, the rotation of the earth. Some were discussing the philosophy of empire, others the ethnography of the Kipchaks. One fellow, an Arab named Ibn Ubayd, gave me some water and food. When I asked him what this place was, he told me it was the observatory of Genghis Khan! I was very confused by what this meant, until he told me to look at the fine stained glass I had admired earlier. Beneath it, Katya, was a sight I had never thought to see; a perfectly preserved corpse of the conqueror himself. I had thought that he had died some way to the east of this, but it was clearly him- I knew it in my soul. I could feel his gaze upon me. I thought how strange it was, that a savage Tatar such as this should have made such a place. But then, I thought, perhaps he did not; perhaps this was an unwanted legacy. His eyes stared so horrifyingly at the sky. Nobody would tell me anything about the place, and they sent me on with supplies some hours later. I could not find the place again, and found my people again shortly after. But oh, Kat, what a find! The tomb of Genghis Khan! I shall write up an account of this miracle as soon as I return home; my fellow travellers and students of history across the continent! Give my love to Alexander and the children- how they must have grown!- and remember me fondly in your prayers. Nikolai. +Voyages in Russia and Turkestan -Voyages in Russia and Turkestan A travelogue-cum-report written by the British orientalist and Foundation operative John Callaghan and published in 1887. The portrayal of sensitive information within this work on other anomalous items (particularly SCP-3838 and what would eventually be revealed to be SCP-3150) led to Callaghan's lynching during the 1889 Snarling Coup, an important predecessor for the modern Foundation's development as a scientific institution. And upon this stretch of grassland lies a small mountain; approximately 400m tall, by my calculations. It contains a set of stairs carved into the side of the mountain, winding around it 10 times before reaching the top. Upon the top lies a small observatory. Of particular note is its adherence to modern standards, being remarkably similar to a number of similar institutes across the West; despite this, it is staffed and occupied chiefly by Orientals of various types. A disappointingly cliched set of texts are held within by its ignorant guards; some works on heliocentrism, they claim, existed prior to Copernicus, despite the clear impossibility of this. Still, there was a remarkable set of Persian poetry which I did not recognise; a great deal by Omar Khayyam and some previously unknown examples of Shams al-Din Afshar, who I had heretofore only encountered in catalogues and allusions. There is a clear anomalous presence here, what with the presence of modern buildings and equipment within a less enlightened country. The inhabitants demonstrate a clear knowledge of modern instruments and techniques, but insist in writing in what I believe to be a variant of the Phags-Pa script of ancient Mongolia, despite its many unsuitabilities for scientific endeavour. They are cagy and inscrutable people, who seem unwilling or perhaps unable to give me any further information on the place. There is one final thing of note- a plain sheet of clear glass in the centre of a small plaza, somewhere to the side, containing a perfectly preserved human body. Although obviously not the body of Genghis Khan, as the inhabitants claim, the clothes it is wearing do appear to be of particular antiquity and are very fine. I attempted to liberate a sample, but the glass could not be easily removed or broken and so I desisted. Beyond this, Kazakhstan is a most desultory location for anomalous items. I intend to return to the Marketplace posthaste. Addendum 1: On 09/12/1999, Dr. Nicholas Cartwright, project lead on SCP-3986 from 1969 to 1984, died in his sleep. A small note was left to the Foundation with contents pertaining to SCP-3986; a transcript is as follows. +File -File I remember- as a very young man- that my father told me about Callaghan, whom he had met. Reading the file again tonight, I recall the way my father discussed his manifold weaknesses, his rather closed mind- but also his open and generous spirit, his kindness to those less fortunate (or perhaps those he deemed less fortunate!), and his sudden change of heart shortly before the Snarling Coup, when he disavowed a great part of his travelogue after finding something in the archives at Tabriz. Specifically, he claimed that SCP-3986 had been far more significant than he had previously thought- that it was indeed the grave of Genghis Khan, and that he would return there posthaste for a final discovery. He wrote down what he found, but it was lost- some time, we think, during the Snarling Coup. And it was perhaps this which led us, for the longest time, to believe SCP-3986 affected by the anafabula. The seventh piece lost, a place apparently expunged from the world- it was not hard to conjure up a theory where Callaghan was a fantasist who had invented the observatory, following on from the many fictions of previous centuries- because, in keeping with the ideas about the conflation of myth and history in the 60s and 70s, we were disdainful of the observatory's existence. And so the observatory became a piece of myth, observed in various other works, and deleted from existence. But this wasn't how the anafabula worked, and we should have recognised that. Indeed, I began to be troubled by how many of the authors already described the observatory as hidden or lost. I was the one- in the face of considerable opposition- who insisted on giving the observatory its own file, its own number, creating the project. But our searches turned up nothing, and for a time I thought that I had led the Foundation on a wild goose chase, some errant quest for my own personal fantasy. But then I found it. For me, it appeared in southern Russia, on a steppe that had once been Tatar but had become settled, Christian, modern. The grass- which some earlier observer would have seen as the hellish ground of northern savages, or the romantic freedom of the nomads, or some other such thing- was now mere grass, an explicable and unromantic thing, discussed in terms of economics or history or geography. It was explained; it was made modern. And within that rose the steps of cobalt and a mountain of black stone. And I rose, giddy with excitement, my recording devices ready to snap all, hear all. Like any dutiful Foundation researcher- even one old and frail and withering, as I was- I wanted to bring it all back to my superiors, to advance the cause of knowledge. So, I reached the top- and stopped. There was the observatory, one which resembled the technological marvels at the cutting edge of American science. There were its inhabitants, friendly, reticent, frightfully learned. And there was a sheet of- well, I know of no way to describe it other than "strange", as truthful and as flawed a description as all my predecessors. I learnt nothing there. I asked desperately for that one burning question- "What did it all mean?"- but the inhabitants just looked at me oddly, quizzically. I was irrelevant to them. They were on the ceiling of the world, and had bigger concerns- their scholarship, the mapping of the heavens, the truth of the cosmos. But like the good researcher that I was, I needed to know. How did this place exist? Why was it here? What had caused the conqueror of the world and his companions to set him here, to build-or occupy- this observatory? Why would anyone live here? Where did they get their food? And so I went to the glass, and looked into the Khan's eyes, staring up at the sky, and I laughed. Because it doesn't matter. This place had a meaning, or meanings. In the darkness of the world, in the mysteries of its age, there is some purpose, but it is lost. It doesn't matter. Half a dozen utopias are described in the pages of the file, by men with different concerns to us. They sought to create, use, contextualise; they sought to bind this place, this miracle, into a single unity, a single meaning. They wanted to define it and give it meaning. We, in our modern way, want to do the same. Well. To hell with all that, and since I'm dying, to hell with all of you, too. I don't know who made it or why. All I know is that it's beautiful, and has inspired men of great talent and of none to spill ink across the page. This is the observatory of Genghis Khan, and that's all it needs to be; a sublime mystery which you will never understand, you bunch of calcified researchers. For the rest of the day- and the two days beyond that I stayed there-, I sat, read, drank qumis and imbibed opium, laughed and read and stared at the sky, at the twinkling of that which is beyond our comprehension. I talked with Afshar and Ibn Ubayd and Li and all the rest. And when I descended, I was happy; not because I knew, but because I knew not. I am going now. My time will come soon. I wish you all the happiness in the world, dear reader. Footnotes 1. A more direct transliteration of Genghis Khan's name used by Callaghan. 2. believed to be a reference to the typical form of Timurid-era observatories, which contained a large trench and an arch used to determine midday. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-3986" by Tufto, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-3986. 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. |
SCP-3987 | keter | Nothing freshens up a room quite like human screaming. SCP-3987: Purifying Exclamation Total Word Count: 2.5k Total Reading Time: 9 minutes ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} NOTICE FROM THE RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION The following documents have been archived for historical reference. The current documentation for SCP-3987 is located in the fourth tab. __ Archived June 25, 2014 Archived July 12, 2014 Archived August 5, 2014 CURRENT DOCUMENT Item #: SCP-3987 Level 3/3987 Classified Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Site-48 Dir. Linda Lutz Rs. Samuel Celi N/A SCP-3987 at the time of recovery. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3987 is to be kept in a soundproof containment locker at Site-48. Hearing protection is to be worn by personnel when activating SCP-3987. Description: SCP-3987 is a black Zannis1 brand air purifier, model R-350. When activated, SCP-3987 will begin to exert a vocal exclamation in a masculine human voice. The volume of the exclamation directly correlates with the fan speed of SCP-3987: The higher the fan speed, the higher the volume. The exclamations are constant, and will not cease until power is cut from SCP-3987. The device will perform its expected air purification duties to a level consistent with non-anomalous Zannis R-350 models. The source of the exclamation from within SCP-3987 has not been discovered. Dismantling of its components did not reveal any recording or playback devices. The phenomenon has not been replicated in other air purifiers of the same model. Discovery: SCP-3987 was discovered during routine social media surveillance of the San Joaquin area of California, USA. A video was discovered on June 18, 2014 of a civilian filming SCP-3987 exclaiming in their residence. Foundation personnel confiscated SCP-3987 from the civilian, and Class-B amnestics were administered. SCP-3987 was taken to Site-48 for containment and study. Addendum: On June 23, 2014, Researcher Samuel Celi was admitted into the Site-48 medical center after he reported hearing a persistent auditory hallucination. He recognized the noise as exclamation similar to SCP-3987. Researcher Celi was administered Class-C amnestics and made a full recovery. During a subsequent interview, Researcher Celi reported that the hallucination started on June 19, 2014, the same day as the arrival of SCP-3987 to Site-48. Researcher Celi expressed that the volume of the auditory hallucination increased over time. It is of note that Researcher Celi was not assigned to the research or containment of SCP-3987 at any prior date. Item #: SCP-3987 Level 3/3987 Classified Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Site-103 Dir. Nancy Neideffer Rs. Kelly Karnes MTF O-39 "GM Ignitions" An instance of SCP-3987-B at the time of recovery. Special Containment Procedures: Mobile Task Force Omega-39 ("General Motors Ignition Switch") is currently in charge of tracking the location of SCP-3987 instances in civilian locations. Class-B amnestics are to be issued to civilians when necessary. All SCP-3987 instances are to be delivered and contained at the Site nearest their recovery in standard soundproof storage lockers. Description: SCP-3987 is the designation for an auditory phenomenon affecting an estimated 47,000 Zannis air purifiers, models R-350 and Q-530. The R-350 models are black in color and are designated SCP-3987-A, while the Q-530 models are colored white and designated SCP-3987-B. All SCP-3987 instances will emit a constant vocal exclamation when powered. SCP-3987-A instances use a masculine voice; SCP-3987-B instances use a feminine voice. The volume directly correlates to the fan speed of both models: the faster the fan, the louder the exclamation. Currently, there is no known source for the exclamation in either model. It is currently presumed that the exclamation is not from an electronic audio recording. Analysis of Zannis Atmospheric Conditions documents reveal no anomalous interference in the production of their air purifiers, including SCP-3987 instances. Discovery: The first known instance of SCP-3987-A was discovered in a civilian household on June 18, 2014. The Foundation was notified of the existence of more SCP-3987 instances during routine social media surveillance of locations across the United States. Due to the prevalence of SCP-3987 instances in civilian populations, its Object Class has been changed to Keter for the duration of the retrieval attempts. As of July 11, 2014, a total of 1,245 instances have been recovered. Addendum: On July 6, 2014, an instance of SCP-3987-B was accidentally purchased by Researcher Kelly Karnes in Custer, Montana, USA. The instance was taken to Site-103 for containment and study. On July 10, 2014, Doctor Lanyard McHugh was admitted to the Site-103 medical center over reports of hearing a constant "screaming hallucination". Class-C amnestics were administered, and Dr. McHugh made a full recovery. It has been discovered that Dr. McHugh and Researcher Celi of Site-48 are unable to hear the exclamation from SCP-3987 instances, and can only perceive them as non-anomalous air purifiers. Research into this phenomenon is underway. Item #: SCP-3987 Level 3/3987 Classified Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Site-127 Dir. K.J. Tjorko Rs. Rodney Faulkner MTFs O-39, E-33, and P-41 A recall notice issued by Zannis Atmospheric Conditions. Special Containment Procedures: An official recall of SCP-3987 instances has been issued by Zannis Atmospheric Conditions. Mobile Task Forces Omega-39 and Epsilon-33 ("Ford Pintos") are currently responsible for locating SCP-3987 instances in the United States and Canada. All instances are to be seized from civilians as soon as possible, Class-B amnestics are to be administered, and proper monetary compensation given. SCP-3987 instances are to be contained at the Site nearest their recovery in standard soundproof storage lockers. Individuals claiming to hear a "constant screaming noise", even when not around active SCP-3987 instances, are to be administered Class-C amnestics. Description: SCP-3987 is the designation for an auditory phenomenon affecting an estimated 85,000 Zannis air purifiers, models R-350 and Q-530. R-350 models are colored black and designated SCP-3987-A. Q-530 models are white in color and designated SCP-3987-B. All SCP-3987 instances will vocalize constant exclamation when powered. SCP-3987-A instances use masculine voices; SCP-3987-B instances use feminine voices. SCP-3987 instances will perform their expected air purification duties to a level consistent with non-anomalous air purifiers. The volume of the exclamation directly correlates with the fan speed of the instance. Certain individuals may become subject to a persistent auditory hallucination of an SCP-3987 instance constantly exclaiming after an undetermined amount of exposure to SCP-3987 instances. This phenomenon can be erased with Class-C amnestics or stronger2. After amnestics are administered, the individuals will no longer be able to hear any exclamation from SCP-3987 instances, and will perceive the instances as regular air purifiers afterwards. The source of the exclamation from within SCP-3987 instances is currently undetermined. Discovery: The SCP-3987 phenomenon was discovered on June 18, 2014 through routine social media surveillance. An investigation into Zannis Atmospheric Conditions revealed potential sabotage during the manufacturing process by an unknown individual. On July 17, 2014, the Foundation coerced the company to issue an official recall of potential SCP-3987 instances. As of August 4, 2014, a total of 31,400 SCP-3987 instances have been recovered. Addendum: On August 2, 2014, an internet blogger by the screen name "zannie27" was discovered admitting to a chat room that they were solely responsible for the SCP-3987 phenomenon. Mobile Task Force Psi-41 ("Firestone Tires") was dispatched to the location of the user's IP address in Zuni, Colorado, USA, and successfully detained a Phillip Lowell. The individual was detained at Site-127 in Northglenn, Colorado, USA. However, after multiple interrogations, it was discovered that Lowell did not possess enough knowledge of the SCP-3987 instances or the Zannis company to be the original creator. Lowell was administered Class-B amnestics and released. Item #: SCP-3987 Level 3/3987 Classified Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Site-56 Dir. Peter Palermo Dr. Charlotte Triana MTFs L-29 and M-18 Special Containment Procedures: All remaining SCP-3987 instances are to be recovered and contained at the Site nearest their recovery location in standard soundproof storage lockers. Currently, Mobile Task Force Lambda-29 ("Takata Airbags") is responsible for the recovery of SCP-3987 instances. Civilians that have their SCP-3987 instances seized are to administered Class-B amnestics, and given proper monetary compensation. Instances of SCP-3987-1 are to be given Class-C amnestics. Afterwards, the effectiveness of the amnestics are to be tested by powering an SCP-3987 instance. If the auditory phenomenon cannot be heard by the SCP-3987-1 instance, they are to be released. Otherwise, Class-C amnestics are to administered again. Description: SCP-3987 is the designation for an auditory phenomenon affecting 85,334 Zannis air purifiers, models R-350 and Q-530. The R-350 models are black in color and are designated SCP-3987-A, while the Q-530 models are colored white and designated SCP-3987-B. All SCP-3987 instances will vocalize constant exclamation through unknown means when powered. SCP-3987-A instances use masculine voices; SCP-3987-B instances use feminine voices. All instances are capable of purifying the air around them in a manner expected of air purifiers. The speed of the fan directly correlates to the volume of the exclamation. SCP-3987-1 is the designation for individuals that suffer from a persistent auditory hallucination, wherein the individual will hear a constant exclamation at all times. All reported hallucinations involve the voice of an SCP-3987 instance, and can be heard even when no SCP-3987 instances are in the vicinity. It is unknown how an individual develops this condition, however, prolonged exposure to an SCP-3987 instance, regardless of power, may increase one's probability of developing into an SCP-3987-1 instance. When administered Class-C amnestics or stronger, SCP-3987-1 instances will no longer report hearing the auditory hallucination. These individuals will now be immune to the exclamations from SCP-3987 instances, only perceiving them as regular air filters. The significance of this phenomenon is unknown. Discovery: The first SCP-3987 instance was discovered on June 18, 2014. A raid of the Zannis company revealed potential sabotage during manufacturing by an unknown employee. An official recall notice was issued to known owners of SCP-3987 instances urging them to return their instance for monetary compensation. A total of 85,334 air purifiers are known to be SCP-3987 instances. Zannis Atmospheric Conditions declared bankruptcy on August 14, 2014. Addendum: On August 19, 2014, an individual was discovered at an "Are We Cool Yet?" artist meetup in San Francisco, California, USA, admitting to the creation of the SCP-3987 phenomenon. Mobile Task Force Mu-18 ("No You're Still Not Cool") was dispatched to detain this individual, designated PoI-2919. The operation was successful, with only seven casualties. PoI-2919, discovered to be a former Zannis employee, was taken to Site-56 for interrogation. The following is an interview conducted on August 20, 2014 with PoI-2919 at Site-56. Transcript 3987-1 Interviewer: Dr. Charlotte Triana Interviewed: PoI-2919 Foreword: Dr. Triana is a former SCP-3987-1 instance. <Begin Log> Dr. Triana: Good afternoon. You haven't told me your name, so I will have to refer to you as Person of Interest 2919. PoI-2919: It's Tony. Call me Tony. Dr. Triana: Okay, "Tony", could you tell me the reason you built screaming air purifiers? PoI-2919: It's one of my new art pieces. I call it "Purifying Exclamation". It's supposed to be a pun on "satisfying explanation". Clever, right? The screaming represents our internal screaming at the mundane way we live our lives. Why do you ask? Dr. Triana: Your reckless tampering resulted in millions of dollars spent recalling the purifiers, more millions for the issuing of amnestics to make people stop hallucinating constant screaming, and bankruptcy for the Zannis company. What do you have to say for yourself? PoI-2919: I didn't expect my art to have such a big impact. Dr. Triana: Why would you build screaming air purifiers, Tony? PoI-2919: I told you, it's my new art piece representing our inner screaming and disdain for the rat race as we pace around, trying to make ends meet. All an air purifier does is drone on and on purifying air, so if it were sapient, it would probably scream in anguish over its repetitive existence. Dr. Triana: So, to show off your "art", you sabotaged your employer's products and scared innocent customers? PoI-2919: It's good exposure. You wouldn't understand. Dr. Triana: You couldn't have signed your "work", or sent a letter, or said anything about your "message"? You just let the purifiers scream for seemingly no reason? PoI-2919: People don't look at art just to be told the meaning. They like to derive meaning from the art for themselves. Telling them the message wouldn't leave as big of an impact. Dr. Triana: People don't buy air purifiers to appreciate art, they buy them to purify the air they breathe. You sabotaged your employer's product just to support your ego. PoI-2919: Look, lady, all I want is to spread my work out into the world. If I have to use unorthodox methods to spread my message, than so be it. Dr. Triana: <sighs> Okay, so did anyone else work with you on your "project"? PoI-2919: Yeah, I told my buddy Phillip up in Colorado about my art piece. He ended up claiming all the credit. Dickhead. Dr. Triana: Anyone else? PoI-2919: Nah, I worked alone. I learned early on that collaboration always leads to a meager combination of both artists' talent, rather than one artist shining through. Dr. Triana: How were you able to make them scream? PoI-2919: Well, there isn't any reason to tell you, right? I can't have copycats copying my art, you know. Dr. Triana: We need to know how you made your "art" because we can't stop the purifiers from screaming. That's our reason. PoI-2919: Look, woman, I'm not going to let you destroy my art just because you don't agree with my message. Dr. Triana: You're not going anywhere until you tell us how to stop the screaming. PoI-2919: I'm not gonna tell you, lady. Dr. Triana: I'm warning you, Tony. Tell us how to stop the screaming. PoI-2919: I said NO, lady. Forget about it. Dr. Triana silently gets up from her seat and walks over to an instance of SCP-3987-A in the corner. She turns it on, and it begins to vocalize its exclamation. PoI-2919: What are you trying to do? You know I can appreciate my art too, right? Agent Brannigan, a former SCP-3987 instance, enters the room with a hammer. He hands it to Dr. Triana. PoI-2919: Wait a minute, are you going to- Dr. Triana begins to attack the SCP-3987 instance with the hammer. The exclamations continue. PoI-2919: Hey, lady! You're destroying an art piece here!! Do you know how long it took me to get them to scream?! The SCP-3987-A instance is completely destroyed, and no exclamations can be heard. Dr. Triana faces PoI-2919, still holding the hammer. Dr. Triana: I'm only going to tell you once. Tell us how to stop the screaming. PoI-2919 does not respond. Agent Brannigan brings in an SCP-3987-B instance into the room. He plugs it in, and it begins its vocal exclamation. Agent Triana begins to attack it. PoI-2919: Motherfucker! Philistine! Uncultured bitch!! STOP THAT!! Dr. Triana ignores PoI-2919 and continues to attack the SCP-3987-B instance. <End Log> Footnotes 1. The Zannis Atmospheric Conditions company is a manufacturer of air conditioning units and purifiers. 2. Class-A and B amnestics have been found ineffective at removing the auditory hallucination for affected individuals. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-3987" by Jiwoahn, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-3987. 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: IMG_2917SMALL.jpg Name: Zannis Air Purifier R-350 Author: Jiwoahn License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki Name: SHOOPDEWHOOP.jpg Name: Zannis Air Purifier Q-530 Author: Jiwoahn License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki Name: Zannynotice.png Name: Recall Notice 86-753-09 Author: Jiwoahn License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki |
SCP-3988 | safe | close Info X SCP-3988: Napoleon Bonyparts, Superstar Skeleton Author: CadaverCommander More by this author Item#: 3988 Level2 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3988 is to be contained in a standard low-threat humanoid containment cell, with occasional minor amenities provided in the event that its cooperative behavior continues. Exceptional requests may be granted in the event that any of SCP-3988's information leads to its creator's arrest. Description: SCP-3988 is an animate human skeleton, approximately 1.8 meters in height and weighing roughly 8 kilograms. SCP-3988 is sapient, and capable of speech in English despite lacking the tissues responsible for vocalization. It displays intelligence and is capable of cognition and problem-solving at a level roughly equivalent to that of an average human adult. It is resistant to damage, with its composite bones possessing fracture toughness and yield stress analogous to those of medium-carbon steel and a Mohs hardness of approximately 9.7. Despite this, it is physically frail due to its low mass, and encounters difficulty lifting weights greater than 7 kilograms. The entity self-identifies as “Napoleon Bonyparts”, and claims that it is a product of thaumaturgic rituals performed by an unknown individual1 to whom SCP-3988 previously belonged, referred to by SCP-3988 as “Baron von Boneyard”, or more casually as “Doc”, “the boss”, or “Tony”. Its personality has been characterized by Foundation psychologists as predominantly genial and good-natured, albeit sarcastic and absent-minded. It possesses an apparent abundance of knowledge concerning necro-thaumaturgic principles, theory, and practice, some elements of which have been corroborated and verified by Foundation necromancers. Apart from its state of anomalous animation, sapience, and durability, SCP-3988 displays no other overt anomalous properties. It requires no sustenance or physical upkeep and is not currently considered a threat to interacting researchers. Discovery: SCP-3988's was initially located and detained in suburban Sacramento, California, United States of America. Over a period of several days, the Sacramento Police Department had received multiple reports of a “skeleton in a suit” wandering through the neighborhood of Glenwood Meadows, going door-to-door and attempting to distribute fliers advertising the services of a “licensed general-practice necromancer” by the name of “Baron von Boneyard”. Radio traffic from the precinct's central dispatch was flagged by Foundation listening posts embedded within the Sacramento area, and SCP-3988 was promptly brought into Foundation custody on July 8th, 2014 with minimal difficulty. On SCP-3988's person were a small number of personal effects, including: Clothing, consisting of a worn, gray three-piece pinstripe suit, vest, necktie, leather shoes, and black bowler hat, all missing manufacturer's tags or identifying marks One pocket watch, gold One pack of unfiltered Camel Straight cigarettes, three cigarettes missing One lighter, Bic, green Briefcase, brown leather, containing approximately 500 single-page folded brochures with information concerning the company/individual “Baron von Boneyard, General-Service Necromancer” and one unsealed, unmarked envelope containing a hand-written letter (text provided below) One dagger, steel, double-edged, 27 centimeters in length Apart from ridicule and sarcastic remarks, SCP-3988 did not resist its arrest by the recovery team. It has consistently cooperated with Foundation personnel since its containment and has been receptive to questioning and interview sessions. Notable example follows. Date: 13 August, 2014 Interviewer: Humanoid Anomaly Specialist Dr. Stephanie Marquez, Level 3 Interviewee: SCP-3988 Setting: Humanoid Containment Site-188, Investigative Interview 3988-01 (Dr. Marquez enters interview cell and secures door behind her, then sits in the chair opposite SCP-3988. SCP-3988's hands are manacled to a restraining bracket welded to the desk.) SCP-3988: Nyeah! Hello again, Doctor Lipstick! What a sight for sore sockets! (Dr. Marquez opens her clipboard and prepares a notepad and pen.) Dr. Marquez: Hello, SCP-3988. You… haven't forgotten my name, have you? SCP-3988: I could never forget a knockout like you, darlin'! You make a bony sap like me wish he had a heart. I'd tear that ticker out and put it right in your hands where it belongs! No mistake! (Dr. Marquez smiles.) Dr. Marquez: I'll make a note of your flattery. You've been here more than a month, 3988, and according to this you've acclimated more or less successfully. No incidents. Good behavior, all things considered. Are your accommodations satisfactory? Any complaints since the last time we spoke? SCP-3988: No way, Jose! Other than the bare walls, thin mattress, ugly jumpsuit, lack of smokes and absence of human contact, I'm just keeny peach! It's like a five-star resort! What a vacation destination you've got here! You must be booked to next century! Dr. Marquez: I'm not entirely unsympathetic. We do have an incentivization program for residents that consistently show cooperation, so before the month is out, as long as you keep it up, we can see about getting you some amenities. How's that sound? (SCP-3988's jaw partially dislocates. It reaches up to snap its mandible back into place before continuing.) SCP-3988: Shiver me timbers, matey! Who told you how much I loves amenities? That's like my favorite kind of whatever! And boy howdy wow, it's good to know that I'm a resident! Here I was thinking I was some kind of prisoner being held against my will or something! What a comfort it is to have that dandy piece of information! Very reassuring! Like a cool refreshing ice cream cone in the middle of a goddamn blizzard! (Dr. Marquez nods absently, writing a note.) Dr. Marquez: I'm sure. Now, we have yet to conduct a proper intake interview, so that'll be the focus of this first session. I'll be asking you some questions about who you are, your background, and things like that. Honesty would be appreciated, if not exactly expected at this juncture. And if at any point you want to stop the interview, I'll leave and we can try again later. Alright? SCP-3988: Sure thing, Doc! Don't worry, your beautiful face is the only light in the dark tunnel that my life's turned into! You're probably gonna have to cancel on me, I bet! Dr. Marquez: Well, why don't we find out. Starting with the basics, do you have a name? SCP-3988: Hot diggity dingo, you mean I still get to have one? Dat's just gweat! Yeah, I got a name! I'm Napoleon Bonyparts, superstar skeleton and gentleman extraordinaire! The lean, mean, schmoozing machine! Dapper fella and all-around swell guy, at your service! (SCP-3988 removes its left hand with its right and taps its head with it in a mock salute, then reattaches it, deliberately replacing its restraints.) SCP-3988: Nyeah, these cuffs is pretty dumb, when you think about it! On account of me being as discombobulatable as I am handsome! But I'll play along! Wouldn't want to make the brass look bad, am I right? (Dr. Marquez blinks, then writes another note. Containment Control hails Dr. Marquez on her radio, but she declines an enforcement team.) Dr. Marquez: I appreciate that, Napoleon. How did you get that name? SCP-3988: The Doc gave it to me when he made me! Didn't want me rattling around without a name, he said! And that makes a bunch of sense to me! Gotta have a name to go with this pristine mug of mine! Also he thought it was hilarious! It's not! Dr. Marquez: Right, the “Doc”. Or, according to this documentation, “Baron von Boneyard”. We're not familiar with him. Can you tell us anything about him? SCP-3988: Sure! All kinds of things, probably! Dr. Marquez: How about we start with who he is, exactly. SCP-3988: He's a necromancer! A wizard! A disarming, debonair devotee of the dark disciplines of death itself! He pulls the strings, and the dead dance! Or at least that's what he programmed me to say when anyone asks! Dr. Marquez: Programmed? Are you implying that you don't have free will? SCP-3988: I'm a fully-autonomous necromantic construct with a prefabricated soul matrix! I gots all kinds of free will, sweetheart! I'm a advanced prototype! I was the first boneboy he ever successfully animated, and he used me as a guinea pig to work out his experiments! Loads of 'em! I've worn a lot of hats over the years and I gots a barrel of integrated compulsions that I have no control over whatsoever! If I was a real boy, I'd probably be committed! Because of all the mental brain insanity I've got! Dr. Marquez: Insanity? From reading over these transcripts and interacting with you personally, I'd say you definitely seem eccentric, but I wouldn't necessarily say insane. What makes you say that? SCP-3988: Oh this is an easy one! Imagine you knew exactly what your purpose was in life! No doubts, no questions! Good ol' certainty! Right? You get me? Dr. Marquez: So far, yes. SCP-3988: Then imagine one day that God Hisself decides that, actually, he actually wants you to be something else! And he changes you to be that new thing, without asking whether you're okay with it! Now you have to throw out your entire know-how of who you ever was! And he doesn't bother erasing your memories or nothing, so you get to be really confused and conflicticated! And then imagine that he does that a bunch more times over the course of a few years! I'm only seven years old and I've been one hundred and eleven different people! Dr. Marquez: That… does sound difficult. SCP-3988: Yeah! I was first made to be a jester! A jokey joke guy! I was supposed to make witty-cisms and be funny! I'm not even allowed to change my tone of voice to accurately reflect how miserable I feel basically all the time! I keep trying but it doesn't work! Haha! So what else do you want to know? Dr. Marquez: Well. Ah… we can come back to that topic later, Napoleon, if you want. But for just now, can you tell us what the Baron's name is? Or where he is? SCP-3988: Nope! Tony's really secretive, befitting a mastermind of his stature! I have no idea where in southern California his lair definitely is, or what his last name is, or which specific dental office he's employed at! He took most of those details out of my head! But not all of them, I guess! (Dr. Marquez continues writing notes.) Dr. Marquez: I… see. And what exactly were you doing in Glenwood, when we found you? SCP-3988: Handing out fliers! Advertising! Just doing my latest job! Mr. Bonyparts, door-to-door salesman! The boss gave me the stuff, told me what to do, and sent me out there on my own! That was my directive! Tippy-tap around, throw some razzle-dazzle, and get the word out! Dr. Marquez: So… your creator programmed you to advertise his business, and sent you out in public. Unattended. Without a disguise, or any kind of protection. SCP-3988: Well, he did give me the Instant-Death Dagger to defend myself with! 'Cause of how I gots no muscles! That's a super-powerful magical artifact! Kills anyone it touches, guaranteed! But he never implanted any violent impulses in me or anything, so I didn't use it at all! Kind of scary! I'm a pass-o-fist by nature! Apparently! Dr. Marquez: Actually, we did perform tests on the knife you had. We didn't find any anomalous properties of any kind. It's… just a knife. (SCP-3988 vibrates briefly, clacks its jaw shut, and freezes for a short moment.) SCP-3988: … Huh! Well I… guess he lied to me! Haha! Funny stuff! Dr. Marquez: It doesn't seem to me like your Baron thought very much of this through, Napoleon. Especially considering the fact that you were captured and now you're… freely giving us all this information. SCP-3988: You got that right, sister! But I've got faith he'll sort it all out and come get me in the end! Because he designed me to think that! Although, like with a bunch of other stuff, he didn't program me not to say that he's a total amateur who's in way over his head and in a lot of debt with some very specific and angry demons! So he had to come up with this “general practice” racket to try to make some scratch on the side! And he made up that part about being fully licensed! That doesn't even make any sense! Who's giving out necromancer licenses, Voldemort? I guess that's why he's working on an army! He's boxed in and he knows he's going to have to start swingin' soon! Between the demons and you guys, things aren't looking good for Baron von Boneyard! Haha! Contents of Seized Letter Close Alright, Napoleon. It's crunch time. We've got to build the customer base and we've got to build it quick. Remember, focus on the afterlife communion and séance stuff more than anything else, people fall for that sentimental crap like dominoes and it's cheap as hell. You're walking proof this stuff works! Anyone that doesn't slam the door in your face is gonna be sold! Just work your charms and I'll be able to afford enough soulstuff to feed Gorzugaal, and I'll be able to get the reagents to stop Shiriok from watching me when I'm in the goddamn shower. Then we can quit out to the Caribbean, just like you wanted. We'll take the drones, load em up on a boat and knock over an island! I'll call it… Death Island, probably! We'll be sipping mai tais on a beach before the year's out, just you wait. You're the man for the job, Napoleon, no bones about it. I'm counting on you. Stay safe and I'll see you in a few weeks. It's you and me against the world, buddy! In light of the information gathered from repeated interviews, SCP-3988 has been allowed a small number of personal material requests to encourage continued cooperation, including access to cigarettes and cable television. Dr. Marquez has also filed an official request to begin therapeutic counseling sessions with SCP-3988 to address its incipient mental health issues, which is currently awaiting Ethics Committee review. Investigation into PoI-6696 “Baron von Boneyard”'s whereabouts and activities is currently ongoing. Footnotes 1. 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SCP-3989 | keter | 3/3989 LEVEL 3/3989 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-3989 keter Overland photo of SCP-3989 during initial containment survey. Special Containment Procedures: + ARCHIVED PROCEDURE, v1.0 - ARCHIVED PROCEDURE, v1.0 Due to the immobile nature of SCP-3989 and its proximity to populated areas, Protocol Plainsight-201 is in effect for operations surrounding SCP-3989. A chain-link fence topped with barbed wire surrounds the property. Additional chain fencing with security checkpoints surrounds the active zone of SCP-3989 at a distance of 10 m. Civilians are to be turned away or detained by non-lethal force. Any managing to breach these perimeters and enter the active zone are to be considered lost until re-emergence, and then captured and quarantined under subsequent protocol, security permitting. Area-126 has been created to store and house all anomalies related to SCP-3989. Samples are only to be collected under expressed permission of the item's HMCL Supervisor. ACP-01 through 05 and HCP-01 through 04 may be employed to contain returning live samples at Area Director and HMCL Supervisor's discretion. Exploration of SCP-3989 may be requested by Researchers of Level 3 clearance or higher. + ARCHIVED PROCEDURE UPDATE, v1.1 - ARCHIVED PROCEDURE UPDATE, v1.1 Additional land purchases for Area-126 are currently under review, and larger concrete barriers surrounding the original property are currently under construction. MTF Ψ-9 ("Abyss Gazers") will remain on-hand until further notice. Due to political instability in the surrounding area, strategic analysis for long-term containment is underway. All material exiting the active zone is to be handled under Biosafety Level 4 precautions at all times. Samples are only to be collected under expressed permission of the item's HMCL Supervisor. No long term containment is currently authorized for any items, sentient or otherwise, exiting the active zone. These items are to be incinerated at the conclusion of testing. Containment personnel affected by SCP-3989-V are to be retained for questioning under HCP-03 until further notice. No manned exploration of SCP-3989-A will be approved. Drone exploration is currently suspended pending HMCL review. ::CURRENT PROCEDURES IN FULL. v 2.0:: Foundation assets have purchased 20 acres of land surrounding SCP-3989 and converted them into a working olive orchard. Protocol Plainsight-201 is in effect for all shipments sent from and received by Area-126. Chain-link fencing topped with barbed wire has been installed around the perimeter of property surrounding SCP-3989. Concrete barriers 4 m in height have been constructed surrounding the original extent of the Area-126 property, with security checkpoints on the northern and eastern walls for access to the interior. An additional 4 m concrete barrier surrounds the current extent of SCP-3989's active zone at a distance of 5 m. A platoon strength detachment of MTF Ψ-7 ("Fumigators") is to be stationed on site at all times with access to anti-tank weaponry in the event of internal breach or external incursion. Additional assets will be made available if greater force is deemed necessary to prevent local military activity from breaching SCP-3989's active zone. Civilians attempting to gain access are to be turned away or restrained with nonlethal force and must be captured prior to breaching SCP-3989. All experimentation on retrieved items is to be carried out under Biosafety Level 4 conditions. Any material retrieved from SCP-3989 is to be incinerated at the conclusion of testing with no exceptions. Personnel affected by SCP-3989-V are to be offered the option to self terminate following interview, or remanded to permanent HCP-03 containment cells on site. Biweekly, 4 teams of 10 members each of MTF Ψ-7 ("Fumigators") will enter the active zone from all four cardinal directions and incinerate any new growth within the active zone to a depth of approximately 10 m. Drone exploration of SCP-3989-A requires approval of the anomaly's HMCL Supervisor (currently Dr. Sahir Ywakim) and Area-126 Director Fahreed Mohammed. Description: SCP-3989 is a USUWAS2-C1 space-time anomaly which connects a large portion of its interior to an unknown and apparently extrauniversal or extratemporal location (SCP-3989-A). The active zone of the anomaly is approximately 12 m 30 m in diameter. SCP-3989 is located within a grove of Olea europaea trees in ███████, Syria. External measurements and observations of the grove indicate a footprint of approximately 5 acres. From the perimeter of the property, the anomalous nature of SCP-3989 is not readily apparent, though locally embedded Kant counter readings fluctuate between 0.76 and 3.62 Hm, with highest readings occurring during dark hours. This effect persists at distances of up to 20 m from the perimeter of the property. Upon entering the active zone, SCP-3989 manifests a non-euclidean space which continues to expand as it is traversed until subjects of the anomaly cross into SCP-3989-A. Radio and other communication signals continue to traverse the anomaly with no distortion, but GPS tracking has proven ineffective. Traversal into SCP-3989-A can only be achieved from a westerly direction, after sunset. If the active zone is approached from the east or during daylight hours, non-euclidean properties of the area persist, but will not result in a subject's disappearance into SCP-3989-A. Interior dimensions of the active zone exceed 5 10 acres. Instances of SCP-3989-1 within the active zone appear with the same frequency as non-anomalous Olea europaea trees on the rest of the property, and are likely to outnumber them by as much as two to one. SCP-3989 and SCP-3989-A are home to several anomalous forms of life which bear striking genetic resemblance to Homo sapiens. Though individual structures are clearly constructed of human tissue, their organization is widely divergent. All trees present within the region are characterized by varying degrees of ossification. Specimens which are completely ossified and defoliated resume growth of new leaf-like and fruit-like structures to support their anomalous anatomy and reproduce animal-like and plant-like entities found within SCP-3989-A. Update, 05/07/2015: SCP-3989-V refers to an unknown chemical or biological vector responsible for the onset of several perceptual effects in the Area surrounding SCP-3989. The primary function of the vector appears to be the concealment of SCP-3989's full active range and to increase difficulty in perceiving related anomalous biological activity. Extended exposure to SCP-3989-V dampens the effects of perceptual tampering, but encourages a sense of curiosity regarding SCP-3989. Long term exposure results in an obsessive, even religious fascination with SCP-3989 and SCP-3989-A. Biosafety Level 4 precautions are sufficient to prevent exposure in long-term personnel, suggesting either a chemical or olfactory vector. Research pending. SCP-3989's active zone has expanded at least 18 m since its initial containment. Recovery: Foundation assets in Syria were alerted to a possible anomaly when a small olive orchard owned by █████ ██ ████████ in northern ██████ began to report and sell anomalously high crop yields for his reported number of trees. Field agents dispatched were met with significant resistance to questioning, and so began surveillance of the property. A harvesting operation alerted agents to the anomalous space contained within SCP-3989, and Foundation agents seized the property. During interview, Mr. ████████ demonstrated no knowledge as to the origin or purpose of SCP-3989, and appeared to be entirely ignorant of SCP-3989-A. He and his family were subsequently amnesticized, relocated, and released. No further anomalous activity on the part of Mr. ████████ has since been recorded. Circumstances surrounding SCP-3989's initial manifestation remain unknown. Addendum 3989-1: During inspection by Biological Containment Specialist Dr. Marshall Grant on 19/06/2015, 19 instances of SCP-3989-██ spontaneously appeared beyond the perimeter of the active zone and proceeded to dismantle primary containment. Dr. Grant initiated containment breach alarm but received no response from assets within Area-126. An unknown number of security assets on-site proceeded to release all biological anomalies in permanent containment: 2 instances of SCP-3989-██ and 47 instances of SCP-3989-██. A firefight ensued wherein 30 Area-126 personnel were terminated, as well as 15 members of the Biological Containment inspection team. Foundation MTF assets in Damascus were scrambled, and successfully terminated all 21 instances of SCP-3989-██ outside of containment. 25 tagged instances of SCP-3989-██ were recovered from the bodies of Area-126 personnel, the rest remain unaccounted for. Containment procedures are currently under review by Dr. Grant. + Interview AA-3989-03: Dr. Marshall Grant. - Access Granted Interview AA-3989-03, 19/06/2015: Dr. Marshall Grant Introduction: Standard after-action interview to establish details surrounding the 19/06 containment breach at Area-126 performed by Dr. Mara Jamus. Dr. Marshall Grant is visibly distressed and is experiencing mild tremors throughout the interview. Jamus: Good afternoon Dr. Grant. Grant: Heh… No miss, it is definitely a bad afternoon. Jamus: Yes, I understand. Thank you very much for agreeing to do this interview. Do you need some more time before we proceed? Grant: No, thank you. I just— I— I wanna get this over with. Phew… You know, I've been working for the Foundation for almost 40 years, and I've never seen… y'know, combat. Jamus: Based on what I've heard, you did very well for the circumstances. Let's proceed, shall we? First, what is it that led you to come to Area-126 today? Grant: You— You don't think that I— ? Jamus: We just need to get a full picture of the circumstances. Normally one of our local assets would have carried out this inspection, I'm curious why you came here. Grant: I— well— I'm a biologist, right? And I have a good long record, so the Foundation made me into a kind of consultant. I was flipping through a large stack of records when I saw this— this site here, middle of a war zone, popping out exobiological entities, surrounded by— what, a fence? No mention of Biosafety precautions, no pathologists on staff. Nothing. It just— It's dangerous, very dangerous. Jamus: Yes, but, coming all this way. Was that really necessary? Grant: Oh yes! I uh, called the uh… whaddayacallit, HMCL! Dr. Ghazalie and left messages. Email, phone calls, contacted the director. They just waved me off. 'Don't worry about it, it's under control.' And the Damascus branch is… well, busy dodging bombs, so I figured I'd come out and see for myself. If it's under control, no harm, but if it's not, y'know, I can tell them what… Phew, sorry. Dr. Grant rests his head on the table and takes several deep breaths. Jamus: …Marshall? Are you alright? Grant: Yeah just… I gotta slow down… Okay. Jesus. Adrenaline. Dr. Grant raises his head and takes a sip from a small cup of water. Nods and motions with his hand to continue. Jamus: So, going back to our discussion, what was the status of Area-126 when you first arrived? Grant: As soon as we pulled up I could smell it. The team I had with me couldn't but I could. Something was rotten, like dead or dying rotten. And I swear this… it's hard to describe, but there was a kind of dusty yellow haze over the whole place. Jamus: Agent [REDACTED] didn't report anything like that. Grant: I know, but, I used to HMCL for… Nevermind, the point is I had to get myself inoculated against basic cognitive hazards and hallucinogens, so… Jamus: I see. At what point did you sound the breach alarm? Grant: Well I— I tried to call someone out to talk, no answer again. And I wasn't about to step into that… stuff, who knows what. I had one of the Security Team radio the Armory, and all we got back was this… gibberish talking that I tried very hard not to hear. We start suiting up masks to head in there when… Jamus: Take your time. Grant: …I've seen a lot of gross things but… I can't— It was like looking at something out of a video game or something, I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Three meters tall, maybe four, no skin, teeth the size of my thumbs. One arm was just enormous, the other cradled up next to it and I swear I watched it inflate to match the other one. Skin just suddenly wraps around it like plastic molding. It had no eyes, but I swear the bastard saw me. And it smiled. Jamus: And that— Grant: Then, boom, boom, boom, a bunch of 'em shoot up from the ground and there's bullets flying everywhere. I fell back to the van and got on the radio to Damascus because I have no idea if small arms can do anything to this thing. There was a lot of screaming and I didn't… I didn't watch, I couldn't watch. Jamus: What about inside the facility? Can you tell us about that? Dr. Grant shudders and nods. Grant: I crept out when I heard the helicopter overhead and the fence was all twisted and gone. Two of those … I guess I'd call them humanoids, are slumped down on the ground not moving, a few more are surrounded further up. There were a couple of bodies nearby, partially— um— consumed. By now my adrenaline is up so I secured my mask, grabbed a rifle and started to make my way to the facility. That's when I noticed that the guys… the people inside were shooting out at me so… Jamus: You did what you had to. Grant: …Yeah… Yeah, I suppose. Luckily one of my team saw me and ran over to take the lead. Inside was a mess. Weird symbols on the walls, I can feel my head warping around it, so I just keep my eyes forward and focus on helping clear the hallway. Some of them surrendered; I don't— I don't think it works on everyone, whatever the… Anyway, we get down to the containment level and all the doors are just… open. Empty terrariums everywhere, and this… fuck. Jamus: You're referring to SCP-3989-█? Grant: RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ATRIUM! SOMEONE WAS GROWING A TREE MADE OUT OF BACK-BONES RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ATRIUM! I— I— I— At first I thought it was like, a fetish or something, some sick construction they made in reverence to whatever's inside but… Then I heard its heartbeat. I heard it breathing. They had been growing it, culturing it, harvesting… things from it. Using some of the people on site to feed it. OUR people! The only locked cells had— I— I— I dunno, thirty unaffected people huddled inside, stripped nude and covered in… I don't wanna even guess. It was all over the logs, like they were— Some of this is going to have to go higher! And— …I'm sorry, I'm rambling. Dr. Grant wipes his eyes and takes another drink of water. Grant: Okay, two things. Number 1, whatever is in there, it wants out. It wants our planet for… something. Food? Worship? I don't know. But there is no way this anomaly intends to stay put. Jamus: And the second? Grant: Containment procedures say its diameter is 12 meters here on our side? That's not even close. It's growing. We need to get someone down here yesterday. Addendum 3989-2: SCP-3989 has been upgraded to a "Keter" class anomaly. Biosafety Level 4 precautions are in effect to prevent future infestations of SCP-3989-██ within Area-126. New containment procedures complete as of 05/07/2015. Additional information is accessible only to personnel with L4 general or SCP-3989 project specific clearance. Personnel able to perceive this message are authorized to access the remainder of this document. If you are reading this and have not been inoculated via agent IH-3989-B, please contact Dr. Sahir Ywakim immediately to verify your clearance. Failure to do so may result in permanent cognitive impairment. Please note that inoculation does not lift all redactions for all readers. Exploration Logs: + Exploration Log 3989-15, 15/02/2014 - Access Granted Exploration Log 3989-15, 15/02/2014 Participants: D-126-15, Dr. Farik Ghazalie (remote observer) Introduction: Exploration of SCP-3989 began as of containment in December 2009. Initial surveys determined extent of the initial spatial anomaly, but were unable to identify additional anomalous properties. Subsequent research requests involving the effects of long-term exposure to non-euclidean spaces in live human subjects extended normal testing times beyond sunset, and allowed D-126-15 to directly observe SCP-3989-1, SCP-3989-1A, and SCP-3989-A for the first time. The experiment was re-purposed and D-126-15 was fitted with audio and video surveillance equipment before being re-deployed within SCP-3989. D-126-15: Alright, how about now? Dr. Ghazalie: There you are! Okay, good, we're recording both audio and video; go ahead and turn on your headlamp and adjust… perfect. D-126-15: Heh, yeah, ain't my first rodeo. You want me to head back in? Dr. Ghazalie: Yes, please proceed toward the center of SCP-3989. Camera view turns and proceeds past several normal olive trees. After approx. 15 seconds, a pair of trees at the edge of the visible field appear to stop moving as several more trees manifest through them and move past. D-126-15: … That smell is coming back. Dr. Ghazalie: Can you describe it for the tape? D-126-15: Old blood. Something rotten and a little sweet. Whoa… you seeing these? They look like little… maggot noodles. Camera pans to the left, revealing several small worm like creatures. Dr. Ghazalie: Yes. See if you can collect a few. D-126-15 produces a specimen bag and collects a few of the creatures. D-126-15: They're warm to the touch. Very soft. Kinda hard to pull off. Get a load of this bark. It's powdery, white… very brittle. Bark is covered in white patches. D-126-15 scratches one of the white patches with his fingernail. Dr. Ghazalie: Can you remove a section for us? D-126-15 pulls a flake from the white portion of the tree, bringing some normal bark with it, and puts it in a separate bag. D-126-15: Got it. Dr. Ghazalie: Good. Keep moving. D-126-15: Goddamn, this smell keeps getting stronger. Look at these maggots. Camera pans quickly across several trees. Bark is not visible on some due to coverage of the small worms. D-126-15 coughs and gags. D-126-15: There's a lot- a lot of leaves on the ground here. Not much foliage left on the trees. Dr. Ghazalie: Do you need further assistance? D-126-15: Nah I'm good. It just reeks in here. Okay, something just shifted… I… I think I'm through. Trees that were formerly stationary at the edge of visibility continue moving forward. More trees become visible beyond. Dull yellow ambient light begins to grow. Dr. Ghazalie: We lost you on GPS, but we're still receiving you. Can you hear me? D-126-15: Loud and clear… not as many worms anymore, but all the trees are bone-white. I think I see a light up ahead. It can't be dawn already, can it? Dr. Ghazalie: Negative. Please proceed. Proceeds forward slowly. Ambient light increases and maintains a deep yellow color. D-126-15 stops suddenly as if startled. Camera pans around in all directions rapidly. D-126-15: I swear I'm being watched. Dr. Ghazalie: Try to remain calm and move your head slowly. It's hard for us to see if you start to panic like that. D-126-15: Yeah, easy for your ass to say. Grove of SCP-3989-1 taken within SCP-3989-A D-126-15 takes a long breath and walks forward. A low-hanging branch comes into view, apparently bearing red foliage. D-126-15: Oh that is just gross. Dr. Ghazalie: Please describe what you're seeing. D-126-15: The leaves are… beating. Christ. Dr. Ghazalie: Can you give us a closer look? D-126-15 reaches up to a branch and pulls it in front of the camera. Fluid is seen rushing through veins in a leaf-like structure. Structure regularly contracts and expands as though pumping the fluid. The branch in D-126-15's hand fractures, leaking a steady stream of thick, black fluid onto his hand. D-126-15 begins to gag again before quickly putting the broken branch into a specimen bag. Camera pans down to reveal D-126-15's legs are apparently covered with the small white worms found on the forest floor. D-126-15: Nope, that's it. I'm done. Dr. Ghazalie: Please continue, D-126-15, we need to get as much information as we can. D-126-15: Don't care. I'm coming out. You do what you gotta do. Camera turns and D-126-15 begins to leave the anomaly. Dr. Ghazalie: [inaudible conversation]… Harrick, we need you to go further into the anomaly and collect more— Loud cracking sound from off camera, followed by a deep, guttural sound. Camera captures a large, pale hind limb moving out of sight behind a nearby tree. D-126-15 extinguishes headlamp and can be heard running Afterword: D-126-15 suffered minor lacerations on his shins and feet, though no trace of the worm-like creatures from the video could be found on or about his person. Specimens collected yielded valuable anatomical information for biology found within the anomalous space, designated SCP-3989-A. Branch returned by D-126-15 included an olive like structure in addition to the leaf-like structures of the anomalous plants. Composition of the branch and small wood sample were confirmed to be human bone. Leaves confirmed to consist of human cardiac tissue. No sample of the fluid was able to be retrieved. Anomalies designated SCP-3989-1 and SCP-3989-1A respectively. D-126-15 was reprimanded and given 5 day extension to his term of service. + Exploration Log 3989-16, 17/02/2014 - Access Granted Exploration Log 3989-16, 17/02/2014 Participants: D-126-15, D-126-16, Dr. Farik Ghazalie (remote observer) Introduction: D-126-15 agreed to continue exploration of SCP-3989-A, along with D-126-16, on the condition that they both be granted firearms. Dr. Farik Ghazalie observing. Mission objectives were set to identify the large creature sighted in Log 3989-15, as well as to continue exploration further into SCP-3989-A and attempt to identify further anomalies. D-15 and D-16 were each issued one Browning Hi-Power 9mm pistol with a full magazine of 13+1 rounds. Researchers on-hand were fitted with Class IIIa body armor for their safety, and additional compliment of 5 security personnel accompanied the subjects. D-15: Check. D-16: Check. Dr. Ghazalie: Check check. Okay. D-15, you know the procedure I'm sure. D-15: Fuck you, Farik. D-15 checks his firearm, satisfies himself that his weapon is loaded and holsters it. Dr. Ghazalie: D-16, please follow D-15 into the anomaly. We will not be collecting specimens of SCP-3989-1 or -1A at this time. D-16: Uh, okay? D-15: He means the worms and the bone-trees. Just keep your gloves on and follow me. [EXTRANEOUS INFORMATION REDACTED] D-16: Doctor, it's getting a lot brighter in here. Dr. Ghazalie: Affirmative. You may now switch off your headlamps. D-15: I think I see the branch I broke the other day. It's still… bleeding? Do plants do that? There are a lot of those worms on it. Dr. Ghazalie: D-16, see if you can get a jar under there to collect some of that liquid. D-16 raises a specimen jar and collects a few mL of the substance as D-15 gets a closer look at the broken branch. D-15: Farik, are you seeing this? Dr. Ghazalie: D-15, please refer to me as 'Dr. Ghazalie' for the official record. D-15: Whatever, man, are you seeing this or not? The worms. They're pooping bone. D-15's camera zooms in and observes SCP-3989-1A depositing white calcified material on the end of the broken branch. A long segment of branch behind the mass of instances appears to have been deposited in a similar piecemeal manner. Dr. Ghazalie: Yes, I see it. Good eye. D-15: Can we get someone in the lab to put -1A in a petri dish with some wood or leaves or something? Or did you do that already? Dr. Ghazalie: D-15, that's enough. Please proceed westward. [EXTRANEOUS INFORMATION REDACTED] D-15's camera captures several mature instances of SCP-3989-1. Instances are no longer spaced regularly as in previous footage. Nearby instances appear to be fruiting. D-15: That's new. Doctor, are you able to see the fruiting bodies? D-16: Are they moving? Shit, I think they're moving. Dr. Ghazalie: Yes, I see them. D-16, can you retrieve one? D-15's camera pans rapidly. D-15 draws his firearm to low-ready stance. D-15: Belay that, something's here. Dr. Ghazalie: Harrick, do you want another 5 days? Christ. D-16, proceed as ordered. D-16 removes a specimen bag and reaches out to grab one of the fruiting bodies, dark purple in color. It ruptures in his hand and 15 instances of SCP-3989-1A emerge from it, rapidly crawling up D-16's arm. D-16 brushes them off quickly. A burbling sound is heard off camera. D-16: Oh fuck! Get off me! D-15: Must have been ripe. Get one of the bright red ones and let's get out of here. Dr. Ghazalie: Negative, we need to locate— D-16's camera is suddenly lifted off the ground. D-16 gasps in surprise and connection is suddenly interrupted. D-15's camera pans rapidly. A human pelvis and legs in D-class attire falls to the ground. Camera pans upward to observe a pale humanoid approximately 4 m tall with extensive dentition and highly defined musculature. Face bears no nose, eyes, ears, or other discerning marks. D-15 rapidly fires his weapon, perforating the entity's chest with no fewer than 6 rounds. Bleeding is visible, but entity shows no sign of discomfort. Entity extends one arm and strikes D-15. Connection interrupted. Afterword: Large humanoid entity has been designated SCP-3989-2. Agent Josiah Harrick posthumously reinstated to Foundation service. Agent Harrick and D-126-16 listed as KIA. + Exploration Log 3989-17, 05/03/2014 - Access Granted Exploration Log 3989-17, 05/03/2014 Participants: MTF Z-9 (Mole Rats) Team Charlie, Dr. Farik Ghazalie (remote observer) Introduction: Following the events of Exploration 3989-16, additional human interaction with SCP-3989-A was deemed an unnecessary risk by many attendant personnel. Dr. Ghazalie requested approval from ████ ████████, head of Extradimensional Topology, directly in order to continue experimentation. A detachment of MTF Z-9 (Mole Rats) was procured for the purpose of continued reconnaissance of SCP-3989-A. Stated objectives were to retrieve samples collected by D-126-16, establish visual contact with SCP-3989-2 if possible, and attempt to fully traverse SCP-3989-A. Rather than trying to collect additional samples of anomalous objects within SCP-3989-A, MTF Z-9 was equipped with an experimental hand-held ultrasound machine to investigate any future fruiting bodies without causing damage to SCP-3989 native fauna. MTF Z-9 members present are designated Charlie (squad leader), X-Ray, and Delta. Charlie: Sound check. X-ray: Clear. Delta: And the devil makes three. Dr. Ghazalie: Thank you, ladies. You may proceed eastward when ready. [EXTRANEOUS INFORMATION REDACTED] X-Ray: Charlie, get a load of the floor. Exploration team cameras pan to the ground. Hundreds of instances of SCP-3989-1A visible. Beneath them, a thick layer of red, fleshy material coats the ground. Delta: Looks like it might be a placenta or something. Base, you want a sample? Dr. Ghazalie: Negative, Delta. In fact, don't take samples of anything. Last two people who did that ended up KIA. Delta: That would have been nice to know beforehand. Charlie: Can it, D. Base, can you give us an estimate on where we can expect to see the bodies? Dr. Ghazalie: Not a reliable one, no. Shouldn't be more than a few minutes, you'll come to a bone-tree right in your path. D-126-16 bought it right around there. X-Ray: I think I see it. What the… Oh fuck. An instance of SCP-3989-1 appears on the path ahead. The body of Agent Harrick is seen crucified, naked, upside-down and pinned to the trunk of the tree by bony growths through his hands and feet. Several symbols appear to be carved in his skin, but these are not discernible through camera feed. A large mass of SCP-3989-1A are present at the trunk of the tree. Remnants of D-Class jumpsuits are visible nearby. Charlie: Language. Nothing we haven't seen before. D, get up there and see if you can find the canister. Base wants their samples back. Delta approaches the mass of SCP-3989-1A, and tentatively pushes them aside. After approximately two minutes, she retrieves D-126-16's sample jar, still containing a small amount of black fluid. Delta: This it? Dr. Ghazalie: It appears so, yes. Please hold onto that for us. I'd like you all to proceed eastward as soon as possible. Charlie: Roger, Base. You heard him ladies, get on the hump. X-Ray: Charlton Heston over here. I mean, aye-aye cap'n. After approximately five minutes, the persistent haze lifts and Charlie Team's body cameras are able to see a large open valley. Sky is yellow in color, all apparent plant life below bears red 'foliage'. Also visible are several instances of SCP-3989-2. Delta: I can see some humanoids down below us. Very large. Charlie: I don't see anything. Delta: Between the treetops, you can see their heads poking out. I can just make out the silhouette in the shadows. Charlie: It's your imagination. Delta's camera zooms in on the entities. Feed from X-Ray and Charlie does not contain any traces of humanoids at this time, despite similar field of view. Delta: Base, tell me I'm crazy. I would very much enjoy being crazy. Dr. Ghazalie: Yes, that's our -2. Try to avoid contact as you proceed. Delta: Should be pretty easy; I don't see any eyes. Dr. Ghazalie: We have reason to believe they have some anomalous sensory apparatus. X-Ray: I'll take 'Things they should have told us' for 200, Alex. Delta and X-Ray laugh audibly. [EXTRANEOUS INFORMATION REDACTED] Charlie accidentally bumps into an instance of SCP-3989-1 and suddenly reacts, startled. Body camera now records two instances of SCP-3989-2 facing her. Charlie: Base! Base, I-I can see them! Dr. Ghazalie: Remain calm, Charlie. You've been walking among them for the past twenty minutes. Do not engage. X-Ray: I still got nothing. Delta: Touch that tree over there. X-Ray: FUCK! Charlie: Okay… Okay… So… So what does that mean? Delta: It means keep moving. Try to ignore them. Instances of SCP-3989-2 continue to follow Charlie Team. All team members exhibit signs of stress. Rapid panning movements of cameras to observe instances following Charlie Team. Rapid breathing. Team maintains radio silence for five minutes. Charlie: Trees up here are-uh-are starting to look different. X-Ray, can you get that ultrasound out? X-Ray produces ultrasound device and approaches a nearby tree. Trunk is segmented and exhibits musculature on one side. Appearance is consistent with enlarged vertebral columns. Camera pans upward. In addition to previously observed cardiac foliage, entity appears to have foliage similar in structure to bronchial tubes, which expand and contract in slower rhythm than cardiac foliage. Fruiting bodies are present approximately 3 m above ground level. Delta: Those things hanging off the trunk look like afterbirth. I swear I can smell it through my ventilator. X-Ray: …Base, if I'm honest, I really don't want to climb this thing. Dr. Ghazalie: As long as you don't cause any damage to the fruit, you should be fine. X-Ray: You come in here and climb it. Charlie: Xenia, just get it done. I want out of here. X-Ray hesitantly scales the vertebral column, and places the ultrasound device onto a fruiting body. It twitches under the device as she proceeds to move the probe around. Additional instances of SCP-3989-2 appear at the base of the tree. Guttural sounds are heard. X-Ray: Base, have you got it? Dr. Ghazalie: Beautiful… Just beautiful. Please proceed. Delta: Negative, Base. We are not okay. Dr. Ghazalie: They won't engage unless you damage the orchard. Risk is minimal. X-Ray: Wait, there's a-another fruit up here. Let me see if I can…FUCK. X-Ray reaches a smaller, darker fruit and begins to probe with ultrasound. The fruit ruptures almost immediately and a small, animate humanoid with four legs, two pelvises, and an exposed spine crawls up her arm, down her back, and runs quickly out of sight. X-Ray loses her grip, falls to the ground, and stands quickly. Instances of SCP-3989-2 do not react. Charlie: X-Ray, are y— …Does anyone else hear that? Dr. Ghazalie: We're not getting any audio. Describe it to me. Delta: No, no hearing is the wrong word. I feel something. Like someone is grabbing my liver and giggling in my face. Instances of SCP-3989-2 begin to converge on Charlie Team. Delta's camera observes two instances emerging from the ground. One instance has visible scarring on its torso from apparent gunshot wounds. The fleshy substance on the ground closes behind the emerging instances. Audio of low groaning sound can be heard. Analysis suggest no fewer than 10 instances present. Charlie: That's it, no more of this. I'm calling a general abort. Backtrack, on the double. X-Ray: Yes ma'am! Dr. Ghazalie: No, Team, we need to keep pushing forward, you're almost at the— uh, to the other side! We need to collect more data. Charlie: So send in a drone or something. I'm not risking any more than we already have. We're out of here. X-Ray's body camera shows a smaller humanoid, approximately 1.7 m in height, peeking from behind a nearby vertebral tree. Charlie Team does not appear to notice. Delta is preoccupied with kicking off dozens of SCP-3989-1A instances which are crawling along her suit. Charlie is moving out, carefully stepping around SCP-3989-2 instances. Despite lack of eyes, instances follow her with their faces. Several appear to be smiling. Dr. Ghazalie: You're all making a terrible mistake. Think of what we could learn from it! UNKNOWN: Leave… and be devoured. Stay… and shed your mortality. The Wild beckons. X-Ray: Base, you've got a lot of fucking nerve. Dr. Ghazalie: That—That wasn't me. UNKNOWN: Kythera2 awaits the vessels chosen. Come forth unto Orok3, and receive your just reward. Charlie team continues running. Body cameras capture the emergence of several more entities of approximately human size, but details cannot be resolved by provided footage. Laughter can be heard throughout the remainder of the tape. Sounds reminiscent of combat are also captured. Source has not been determined. [EXTRANEOUS INFORMATION REDACTED. END OF LOG] Afterword: Analysis of ultrasound data reveals small instances of SCP-3989-2 growing within fruiting bodies of the vertebral tree-like structures. Large humanoids re-designated to SCP-3989-2A, and newly discovered tree structures designated SCP-3989-2. Smaller humanoid designated SCP-3989-2B. Follow-up exploration requested to determine life-cycle of SCP-3989-2/2A. Researcher's Note, 06/01/2017: Have to point this out; this is the first time it's clear that Dr. Ghazalie was under the influence of SCP-3989-V. Infection gets worse over subsequent logs. In his capacity as lead researcher, he was able to conceal these logs from leadership until such time as SCP-3989-V infestation became dominant. -Dr. Marshall Grant, L4 Biological Containment Specialist. + Exploration Log 3989-18, 14/03/2014 - Access Granted Exploration Log 3989-18, 14/3/2014 Participants: Dr. Farik Ghazalie, Area-126 Security Team Delta, Technician Amal Dwent (remote observer) Introduction (voiceover): Previous human interaction with SCP-3989-A has been marred by human frailties of fear and mortality. In the interests of further discovery based on the text4 we've discovered on site since primary containment, I, Dr. Farik Ghazalie, will personally lead an expedition in search of Kythera, and the Orokian temple within. Secondary objectives include obtaining live specimens of SCP-3989-2A and -2B, preferably in utero. I would like to state for the record that this experiment is proceeding under my own authority, and I accept full responsibility for the outcome. Bravo team members Gulf, India, and Echo will accompany me. Dr. Ghazalie: Quick sound check. Gulf: Check. India: Check. Echo: [static] T. Dwent: Echo, check your mic, I don't read you. Echo: How's this? T. Dwent: Perfect, that's all of you. Ready when you are, Doctor. Dr. Ghazalie: Okay, everyone stay close to me. It's a rather long walk. Try not to touch anything if you can help it. Anything you see or hear won't harm you if you don't make the first move. Gulf: What constitutes a 'first move'? Dr. Ghazalie: We're-uh… we're not quite sure. Just keep your hands to yourself. Echo: I fear not. India: Nor I. Dr. Ghazalie: That's the spirit. Come, there is much to see. Team body cameras capture the transition to SCP-3989-A. Unknown entities visible peeking from behind trees throughout video feed. Gulf can be heard breathing heavily at times as his camera whips to view entities, which promptly disappear from video feed. Unintelligible whispering periodically appears on audio log. Team members do not speak for approximately 20 minutes. Dr. Ghazalie: Amal, status check? T. Dwent: Things are going nominally. Have you seen the Halkost? Gulf: Halkost? You mean we're going in after a Karcist? Dr. Ghazalie: That is the current plan. Yes, Amal, I saw them. I believe they see us as pilgrims. India: Don't get cocky, Doctor. There is much we don't know. Gulf: This is a very bad idea. Echo: …Amal, do you know if Gulf has been initiated? Gulf: Initiated? Into wha— Echo, India, and Dr. Ghazalie stop walking and turn to face Gulf. India and Echo raise their weapons and aim at Gulf. Gulf: Oh. Oh fuck you guys. Echo and India open fire on Gulf, who does not have time to return fire and is quickly terminated. The floor of the orchard opens beneath him, and a swarm of SCP-3989-1A quickly surrounds and begins to consume the body. India: Shame. I enjoyed working with him. Dr. Ghazalie: Do not grieve for the blind and deaf. Wonderful sights and sounds await them. Team continues to traverse SCP-3989-A. Topography of the area is inconsistent with previous exploration attempts. No trace is found of Agent Harrick's body, or the large open valley entered by MTF Z-9. Dr. Ghazalie begins to pace and spin, visibly disoriented. Audio during this time is sporadic. Intelligible portions transcribed below. UNKNOWN: Sacrifice. Betrayal. Who brings this offering? UNKNOWN: The world of man walks in ignorance and frailty. Minds of the past cannot navigate the labyrinth of the present. UNKNOWN: It is ours. UNKNOWN: Reap. Reap. Reap. Reap. [ continues for 3 minutes ] Dr. Ghazalie: This is wrong… Echo: Explain. Dr. Ghazalie: Amal, how long have we been walking? Amal? Base? India: Doctor. Explain. Dr. Ghazalie: There was supposed to be a valley and a mountain. I swore they were at the foot of the temple when they turned back. SCP-3989-4 Echo: …India, shoot that man. India immediately raises his firearm. Echo releases a three round burst into India's head. India falls to the ground, terminated. His body camera continues to record as he is subsumed by SCP-3989-1. Dr. Ghazalie: Wh— Why did you do that?! Echo: Orok is a patron of betrayal and loyalty, yes? Then it stands to reason that we will now find his temple. UNKNOWN: The Harvest has been fulfilled. The Hunt begins. Dr. Ghazalie: …How long? Echo: Since Harrick brought back the first of the blessed white worm. Perhaps even before you. Dr. Ghazalie: I wish you hadn't said that on record. Echo: What record? This stays on site. T. Dwent: Go. Reap. Dr. Ghazalie: Heh. Well played, both of you. I'm sure he will be pleased. India's body camera records emergence in a dimly lit black stone hallway. A face with a vertical mouth is visible on frame briefly. The body is carried down the hallway briefly before the feed is interrupted. Echo's body camera records a topological restructuring event behind Dr. Ghazalie. Landmass appears to shift and change until a large valley opens below and reveals a black stone temple complex (SCP-3989-4). Dr. Ghazalie turns and sees the complex. Echo: Knock, and the door will be opened. Remaining team members proceed down into the temple complex. Little activity is visible on feed other than various views of the complex. Architecture present suggests quasi-Mesoamerican and Sumerian influences, but is inconclusive. Significant degradation is present on several buildings. Writing is absent. Numerous examples of SCP-3989-2 are present throughout the grounds. Instances appear to shift toward Echo and Dr. Ghazalie as they approach, and recede as they depart. Dr. Ghazalie: Magnificent. This place is truly ancient. Ion himself may have walked upon these stones. India's body camera reactivates. Several large humanoids are visible from the camera's vantage point. Both India and Gulf are visible on stone altars in the background. Large humanoids with vertical mouths (SCP-3989-3) surround them, apparently vocalizing, though no audio is recorded. Feed cuts after 15 seconds. Sound of stone falling is heard through Echo's microphone. Echo turns quickly, raising her weapon. Echo: Doctor, did you hear that? Dr. Ghazalie: Look at these reliefs! Exquisite! And after so much time! Echo's camera pans back to where Dr. Ghazalie was standing, and he is no longer present. No interruption or anomalous movement was visible through Dr. Ghazalie's video feed. T. Dwent: Doctor, can you read us? UNKNOWN: A Roman soldier once explained to me that warfare is an honorable enterprise. Was it not the Roman horde which coined the phrase Divide et impera? T. Dwent: Farik, do you hear me? Echo has — Audio feed from base is cut. Dr. Ghazalie's body camera pans in attempt to locate Echo. When he realizes she is missing, Dr. Ghazalie breathes rapidly and his pulse quickens. Camera picks up several spatial distortions in SCP-3989-4. Distances between adjacent buildings expand and contract at irregular intervals, as does their elevation relative to their vantage point. Audio records the beginnings of a distressed vocalization, but cuts before words can be discerned. Dr. Ghazalie moves quickly to a pyramidal structure to his right, which appears stable relative to his position, and begins to climb it. Dr. Ghazalie's side-arm is visible in his hand at this time. Echo's body camera captures similar spatial distortions to Dr. Ghazalie's, though of lesser intensity. Audio feed unresponsive. She retreats to a nearby outcrop with rifle at low ready and appears to be responding to sounds in the environment. Several possible sightings of humanoids on record, however spatial distortion makes these very difficult to discern. A pair of black structures resembling eyes appear in the sky overhead and vanish within 2 seconds. Audio feed resumes. Echo: — can hear me, I'm stuck in a small mausoleum near the uh… Shit, no compass. Ghazalie? Dwent? UNKNOWN: I am here. Echo: Wh — who said that? Who are you? A loud, low, widely spaced rhythm is heard, along with a rushing of air. Air and rhythm are seen to correspond to spatial distortions of SCP-3989-4. UNKNOWN: I live. Four instances of SCP-3989-3 emerge from the ground approximately 30 m from Echo. One instance, standing approximately .5m taller than the others on four hind limbs, produces a sword from the center of its chest and directs it toward Echo. All four instances proceed slowly, the three in front extending long poles from their forearms, which detach and form glaives approximately 2m in length. She opens fire, striking two in the skull who fall back momentarily before regaining their feet. Gulf's body camera reactivates and delivers a feed of some location behind Echo. Echo continues firing after reloading. The largest SCP-3989-3 instance is struck once in each shoulder and once in the neck, stumbles, and rises again, bleeding but not in any apparent distress. Gulf's camera draws closer. A hand resembling those of SCP-3989-3, but wearing a Foundation security uniform, grabs Echo by the shoulder and plunges a dagger into her neck, obscuring the camera before the feed cuts. Dr. Ghazalie reacts in synchronization to the sounds of the unknown vocalization, though no audio plays through his microphone. He retreats into a chamber at the top of the pyramid. Interior dimensions of the chamber suggests it recedes far further to the rear than an external view of the structure should allow. Dr. Ghazalie activates headlamp. Dark red structures are apparent in the sides of the chamber, regularly pulsating in slow rhythm. A light is visible ahead. Dr. Ghazalie runs toward it. Analysis of playback reveals several small (< 0.3m long), light skinned figures running along the passage in both directions. No reaction noted from Dr. Ghazalie to their presence. Far end of hallway opens into large, round chamber with stadium seating on all sides. Dr. Ghazalie trips and falls approximately 3 m into the floor of the chamber. Floor is covered in 0.5 m of viscous black fluid. Audio resumes. Dr. Ghazalie: Oh no… No no no! Camera pans upward. Seats are filled with innumerable instances of SCP-3989-3, chanting in unknown language. A 5 m tall door opens on the opposite side of the chamber, releasing two instances of SCP-3989-2A. Gulf, India, and Echo's cameras all resume transmission from various points within the upper level, with clear view of Dr. Ghazalie below. Dr. Ghazalie: No! I am with you! I wanted to help you! Don't you understand?! I'm not a warrior, I'm a simple pilgrim! Think of what we could learn together! UNKNOWN: Reap. SCP-3989-2A instances drop to all fours, and run across the chamber as Dr. Ghazalie fires rapidly. SCP-3989-2A throws Dr. Ghazalie against the far wall. Video feed ends. Afterward: After analysis of the above log, all Team members were considered KIA and their equipment unrecoverable. Site Director Dr. ██████ ██████████ suspended all inquiries into the event and seized all related logs for information security purposes. Addendum: On 21/3/2014, an instance of SCP-3989-2 spontaneously appeared in the Area-126 atrium, bearing four fruits approximately 1 m in diameter. During establishment of in-situ containment, all four fruits simultaneously ruptured, and four individual humanoids genetically identical to Dr. Ghazalie, Echo, India, and Gulf were recovered. Area-126 records indicate these entities were returned to active duty in site operations. The above logs were recovered buried under the live instance of SCP-3989-2 during the events of 15/06/2016 containment breach. Complete list of sub-designations: + Expand List of Sub Designations - Access Granted Item Designation Prior Observation/Designation Description SCP-3989-1 None Ossified tree resembling Olea europaea. Leaf-like structures composed of cardiac tissue. Fruiting body replaced with egg sacs containing 10-15 larval instances of SCP-3989-1A SCP-3989-1A Possible sighting as SK-BIO Type Ζ at related sites. Small worm-like organisms essential to ossification process of existing olive trees in SCP-3989 active zone. Limited anatomical characteristics. Consumption of wood fiber elicits deposit of human osteocytes in non-anomalous trees. SCP-3989-2 No prior designation, unconfirmed reports of instances possibly within the active zone of SCP-610 suggesting prior successful breach. Tree-like structures composed of enlarged human vertebral columns. Exhibit branching structures reminiscent of trees but of no discernible non-anomalous parallel. Exposed lung brachiation and cardiac tissue in place of small twigs and leaves. Bears small amniotic sacks from placental tissue along the trunk, containing developing instances of SCP-3989-2A and SCP-3989-2B SCP-3989-2A Possible SK-BIO Type A/SCP-2480-2 Large, long-limbed humanoids, white in color, no discernible facial features or sensory organs. First sighted during manned expeditions in SCP-3989-A. Behavior is restricted to observation of Foundation presence unless provoked. Apparently tasked with guarding SCP-3989-A; several exploration teams lost while attempting to retrieve live samples from SCP-3989-2. SCP-3989-2B No prior designation, unconfirmed reports of instances possibly within the active zone of SCP-610 suggesting prior successful breach. Small humanoids, similarly lacking eyes or sensory organs. White in color with exposed vertebral columns branching at the base, creating two pelvises. Possesses no fewer than three hearts and four lungs, though more have been recorded. Retreats from interaction with Foundation personnel or exploratory vehicles if able. SCP-3989-3 Possible SK-BIO Type B. Unconfirmed reports of instances present during SCP-610 active periods. Relation between these two anomalies is unknown. Humanoids 1.5 - 2 m in height with vertical mouths. Bodies are protected by apparently chitinous or keratinous armor plating. No samples retrieved. Will engage Foundation personnel on sight. Notable deviations from previously encountered SK-BIO Type B instances include additional hind or forelimbs, presence of horizontal mouths, horned craniums, or integrated bladed and projectile weaponry. SCP-3989-4 None Temple complex visible at a distance estimated to be 10 km from entry to SCP-3989-A. Extent unknown. Construction appears to be of a dark stone-like material. No samples yet collected. SCP-3989-3 concentration increases with proximity to the temple. SCP-3989-V N/A Designation of unknown perception and cognition affecting vector associated with concealing the anomalous properties of SCP-3989 and subdesignations. Vector appears to apply not only to live observation, but also to video and audio recordings. It is unknown the extent to which this vector is responsible for concealing the events of Exploration Log 3989-18. Subsequent to containment breach event on 15/06/2016, anomalous effects apply to all personnel exposed directly to SCP-3989-A. Additional cognitive effects of auditory and visual hallucinations have been reported in ███ personnel since recontainment. Optional self-termination of those affected is authorized. SCP-3989-H N/A Four entities formerly known as Dr. Farik Ghazalie, Security Captain Elize "Echo" Faina, and Security Agents Ghaith "Gulf" Kalabi and Aimar "India" Terzi. Currently uncontained. Footnotes 1. Unstable, Stationary, Unaided, Wide Area, Safe, 2 way, Cyclic 2. Mythical location present in both Broken God and Sarkic mythology. 3. Sarkic prophet of War, the Hunt, Betrayal, and Loyalty. Credited with the conquest of Kythera in Sarkic scripture. 4. There exists no record of text recovered from SCP-3989. The veracity of this statement is unknown ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-3989" by HammerMaiden, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-3989. 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: Olive groves in Syria.jpg Name: Olive groves in Syria.jpg Author: High Contrast License: CC BY 3.0 DE Source Link: Wikimedia Filename: bone orchard 1.png Name: Olea europaea (Olive orchard) in Lebanon.jpg Author: Andary License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Filename: orok temple.png Name: El Tajín 1.jpg Author: Jacobolus License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: Wikimedia |
SCP-3990 | euclid | Captured still from Recovery Attempt 3990.3 Item #: SCP-3990 Special Containment Procedures: 3 automated monitoring/ECM stations have been constructed within the region, which will block SCP-3990 with static interference when it is detected. Regular maintenance is to be conducted 24 hours before each predicted occurrence of SCP-3990. In the event that the above procedure fails, a website has been created describing SCP-3990 as an abstract art project which sometimes accidentally disrupts other broadcasts. SCP-3990-1 events are to be explained with Disinformation Story 4213-C (Frequencies which cannot be detected by human ears). Both specimens of SCP-3990-2 are to be captured and contained as soon as possible. A large, outdoor paddock is currently being designed to contain the entities when they are captured. Containment Update - 05/15/2016: SCP-3990-2B is contained in a large outdoor paddock furnished with foliage. The entity is to be fed on fruit and hay, and given a supply of clean water. When SCP-3990-2A is captured, it is to be contained within a separate paddock with higher fences. Description: SCP-3990 refers to an anomalous radio broadcast which occurs fortnightly in the Canadian province of British Columbia. The signal often interrupts non-anomalous radio devices while playing, such as car and home radios. Its content consists mostly of incomprehensible grunts and calls, attributed to those made by deer. However, some understandable words have been heard, such as "deer", "grass", "immigrants" and "bears". The event that occurs as a result of SCP-3990 is designated SCP-3990-1. When SCP-3990 occurs and any members of the family Cervidae are within a 0.5 kilometre radius, the deer will travel to the device playing SCP-3990. Then, they will stand around the source, huddling close together, and make quiet vocalisations. SCP-3990-1 ceases when the radio device stops playing SCP-3990, or it is turned off. Deer involved in SCP-3990-1 events will sometimes treat humans with slightly above average fear or aggression during the process. SCP-3990-2 refers to two entities (designated SCP-3990-2A and SCP-3990-2B) that are believed to be related to the origin of SCP-3990. The entities are deer of an unknown species, resembling those of the genus Odocoileus, but around 40% larger. SCP-3990-2 move at an extremely fast pace, and can outrun vehicles such as jeeps and helicopters, clocked at a top speed of 135mph. Due to the evasiveness of SCP-3990-2, little is known about either them or SCP-3990 itself. Addendum: SCP-3990 was broadcast naturally 3 times prior to the construction of the radio towers. On the second occurrence, a portable radio was placed in a forest with a very large deer population. Logs can be found below. 1530: SCP-3990 begins with the sound of an unknown, rhythmic, metallic banging. 1532-1534: SCP-3990-1 occurs. Around 40 deer emerge from the surrounding foliage and crowd around the radio device, awaiting the voiced portion of the transmission. 1535: The main body of SCP-3990 starts. Most of the transmission is incomprehensible deer grunts, but the English word "apple" is frequently heard. When the first instance of "apple" was spoken, the deer were noted to look at each other. 1537: One deer places its hoof on its forehead and holds it for a few seconds, before shaking its head. A few other deer repeat this action. 1538: The topic apparently changes. The word "hunt" is heard within the grunts. 1539: The deer display nervous body language, and many take a step back. An instance moves between the radio and a juvenile. 1540: The deer begin to make glances at the researchers. A few sounds resembling growls are heard. 1542: Another rhythmic banging sound is heard, before SCP-3990 silences. This causes the end of SCP-3990-1, and the deer return to normal behaviour. Addendum 2: A recent attempt at capturing SCP-3990-2 is documented below. Attempt was carried out by members of MTF-Tau-22 ("Forest Fires"). ►ACCESS - Recovery Attempt 3990.3 - Access Successful FORWARD - 3 members of MTF-Tau-22 - Kallas, Mishra and Lynam were sent in to attempt to capture the SCP-3990-2 entities. The team was armed with tranquilliser rifles, thermal cameras, and net launchers. The automatic jamming system was turned off so the team could track SCP-3990-2. The excursion took place at night. <Begin Log.> COMMAND: Once SCP-3990 begins, it's hypothesised we'll lose contact, and you won't be able to communicate with each other through your radios. Is everyone in their positions? Kallas: Yes, confirm. Mishra: All good. Lynam: Good to go. COMMAND: Affirmative. There are spare tranquilliser darts stored in your ammunition pouch. Mishra: Understood. COMMAND: We believe you'll be able to locate SCP-3990-2 through the severity of the interruption in your radio devices. Go in the direction that the interruption is the most severe. Kallas: Affirmative. COMMAND: Good l- SCP-3990 begins, knocking out communication. The team test out several directions. Lynam: West. The team moves west. Kallas checks his tranquilliser rifle. Mishra suddenly extends a hand. Mishra: Stop. I heard something. Lynam, you should keep your earpiece in, in case the direction changes. Mishra and Kallas point their weapons into the forest, before a small herd of deer emerge and begin travelling in the direction the team was heading. Kallas: I guess that confirms it. Let's keep moving. The team continues west, following the deer herd closely behind. Soon, another herd emerges from the shrub, heading in the same direction. Lynam: We could take off our earpieces now. I think we have something accurate to follow. Kallas: Good idea. The team remove their earpieces and follow the deer herds. A low susurration can be heard not too far away. Mishra: I think this is it. More and more deer emerge from the forest, heading in the direction of the sound. The deer pay little attention to the team. Kallas: We must be getting close now, surely. Ready your rifles. The number of deer is increasing rapidly, and the team are struggling to find space to move. Lynam: How are we even going to tranquillise the damn things through all these deer? Mishra: I don't know. We'll just have to keep pushing, I guess. The team pushes further through the crowd of deer, which seem to be completely unfazed. Another sound is picked up by the deer over the noises of the crowd. Mishra: I think this is it… it's louder than the ambience. The team push forward until they reach a firmly placed crowd of deer, with no gaps for movement. Kallas: Turn on your torches, we'll need to find a path forward. The torches are turned on, and the area is scanned. Lynam: Oh shit! The torches focus on two large entities - SCP-3990-2A and SCP-3990-2B. They are standing in a clearing, surrounded on all sides by deer. SCP-3990-2A is bipedal, but struggling to be so and hunched over, while SCP-3990-2B walks on all fours, and appears malnourished. SCP-3990-2B has a large radio device strapped to its back, and has antlers made of a metallic substance. Both entities are facing away from the team. The entities slowly turn to face the team, as do all of the deer in the vicinity. The only noise is from the radio devices, which are giving off loud white noise. Mishra: Now. Lynam fires a dart, which pierces SCP-3990-2B's neck, causing it to become sluggish and stumble. The deer in the vicinity scramble past the team, knocking down Mishra and trampling over her. In the scramble, SCP-3990-2A appears to tear off SCP-3990-2B's antlers and the radio device, before darting into the forest with the rest of the deer. SCP-3990-2B collapses, unconscious. Kallas: You okay, Mishra? Mishra: I think my right leg is broken, fractured at the very least, just turn on the radios and contact command. Tell them we got one of them. Kallas: Command? This is Kallas. SCP-3990-2B is tranquillised. COMMAND: Good, we're sending in a collection team. Lynam: Affirmative. AFTERWORD: SCP-3990-2B was transferred to a containment paddock, and is currently in a healthy condition, exhibiting no anomalous effects apart from its size. Addendum 3: On 8/14/201█, an event occurred which involved SCP-3990-2. The event has been designated Incident 3990-03, and affected northwest British Columbia. Incident 3990-03 affected television devices, and was a broadcast intrusion event resulting in programming being hijacked by SCP-3990-2A. The hijacking lasted for approximately 12 minutes before ending, at which point the televisions returned back to normal with no negative effects to the device. The broadcast began with SCP-3990-2A running through a forest. The entity's face was slightly rounded, and it possessed SCP-3990-2B's removed antlers inserted into the sides of its head. SCP-3990-2A began with incomprehensible verbalisations. The camera used in the broadcast was heavily distorted and unfocused. SCP-3990-2A then began to pace back and forth, while stating the phrase "today's headlines" several times. At this stage, several normal deer were seen in the background. The entity then began to speak broken, monotone English about several apparent subjects, such as bears and a water shortage. Towards the end of the broadcast, SCP-3990-2A tapped the camera with its hoof, which had split into four autonomous "fingers". SCP-3990-2A stared at the camera for approximately 40 seconds before dropping the camera, at which point the broadcast abruptly ended. In response to this incident, posters have been put up in the region linking the hijacking to the hoax website (see containment procedures). It is unknown if further television hijackings will occur in the future. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-3990" by Sterbai, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-3990. 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: spookydeer.jpg Name: Deer at night (10696965166).jpg Author: AlbertHerring License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: Wikimedia |
SCP-3991 | euclid | SCP-3991 as viewed from the U.S.S ████████ on ██/██/1997 Item #: SCP-3991 Special Containment Procedures: An exclusion zone is to be maintained at a distance of three (3) kilometres from the geographic centre of the island, with the area officially designated a U.S. Navy installation to deter visitors. Arleigh Burke-class Destroyer USS Curtis Wilbur is to conduct regular patrols around the island. Additional, fake vessels are to be constructed from wood and styrofoam to appear from a distance as U.S. Navy ships, to further sell the island as a military installation. Forged accounts of the island's existence are to be placed into media dating from 1951 until the present day. As it is uninhabited and extremely remote, said media will state that it was discovered by a U.S. Navy ship blown off-course while conducting drills in the Arctic Circle in 1951. The island was subsequently claimed by the U.S. Navy as its northernmost installation, and records of this installation will be circulated to the general populace until its existence before 1993 is unquestioned. According to the forged accounts, the installation was classified until 1993, explaining its absence from most media of the time. Post-1993 internet records are to be altered to include the installation. Any record of Kaffeklubben Island's status as the northernmost island in the world is to be expunged, and replaced with SCP-3991 under the name "Lewis Island". A fake image will be created and supplied with these records to deter questions about SCP-3991's resemblance to Ball's Pyramid. Any printed or otherwise saved material post-1993 that is not edited by the Foundation to include SCP-3991 is to be considered a printing error and deemed incorrect. People exposed to these materials who ask questions will be administered Class A Amnestics. Samples chipped from the island are to be stored, electromagnetically levitated, an appropriate distance from other objects. The only sample currently separate from the main island, 3991-Sample-1, is to be stored in a Type 41 Electromagnetic Levitation Chamber1 in the Safe-Class object archives of Site-19. Removal of additional samples is currently prohibited, and requests for experimentation with 3991-Sample-1 must be submitted in writing to Site-19's Level 4 Director. Requests for additional samples to be taken must be submitted in writing to O5 Command. Description: SCP-3991 is an island located in the Arctic Circle, its southernmost point located exactly 1█.█ kilometres north of Kaffeklubben Island, Greenland. It is identical in all dimensions to Ball's Pyramid, a unique geological formation found east of Australia. As Ball's Pyramid was formed as a remnant of a shield volcano, the shape of SCP-3991 and its location in the Arctic Circle is considered an anomaly. SCP-3991 appeared through unknown means between the times of 18:██ and 19:██ on ██/██/1993. The U.S. polar-orbiting satellite DMSP 5D-2/F06 did not image the island when it passed over the island's location at the time of 18:██, however the island appeared in the image taken 6072 seconds later at 19:██. As DMSP 5D-2/F06 was the only satellite to image that point during the period of the island's appearance, its 6072-second orbital period is the most precise time period obtainable by the Foundation. SCP-3991 shows an extensive level of anomalous time dilation. Effects typically associated with time dilation, such as extreme gravity, have not been observed. The time dilation has been observed to be radiating outward from the island in a sort of gradient, to about two kilometres offshore where the effect diminishes to a point of being unobservable. The following table shows the recorded time dilation at different distances from the geographic centre of SCP-3991: + Show Table - Hide Table Distance from geographic centre of island Time passed for observer on island Time passed for observer in outside world 5 Metres 7,884,000,000 Seconds (250 Years) 1 Second 50 Metres 788,400,000 Seconds (25 Years) 1 Second 250 Metres 157,680,000 Seconds (5 Years) 1 Second 750 Metres 52,600,000 Seconds (20 Months) 1 Second 1.5 Kilometres 26,300,000 Seconds (10 Months) 1 Second Attempts to observe dilation at distances closer than 5 metres to the geographic center of the island have met failure. See Document 3991-Time-Measurement-Log.pdf for details. Observations have indicated the time dilative effect to be a property of the island's material, instead of a property tied to the entire island. 3991-Sample-1, A small sample chipped off the island, was tested and found to dilate time in its immediate surroundings by a factor of 1/██████ in relation to the entire island. This is consistent with the chipped sample comprising an estimated 1/██████ the mass of the entire island. The time dilative effect of the island poses significant geological problems. It is unknown exactly how the island's material differs from normal rock, as chemical analysis of 3991-Sample-1 indicates is composition is in line with what is to be expected east of Australia. As such, it is impossible to determine the boundary between SCP-3991 and the ordinary bedrock below. The ocean floor and bedrock below SCP-3991 experiences time significantly slower than its geological surroundings. The implications and effects of this are currently unknown. + Post-Exploration Interview - Post-Exploration Interview DATE: ██/██/1993 INTERVIEWER: Dr. William Tang INTERVIEWED: Researcher Gerald Dent, Assistant Researcher Howard Cain TANG: Based on what's contained in my file…[a flipping of pages can be heard]…your accounts of last week's events differ considerably? DENT: That is correct. CAIN: Yup. TANG: Okay…somewhat par for the course for the Foundation. Typical anomalous location procedures. Researcher Dent, can you give me an account of the events you both agree on? DENT: Yes, absolutely. Where should I start? Site 19? When we first sighted the island? TANG: It's my understanding that your ship, Transience, anchored about three kilometres off the island? You can start at that point. DENT: That's right. We anchored at about three P.M. with the island in full view. We weren't quite sure what the anomalous properties were yet, other than the fact that the island had spontaneously appeared the previous week. For all we knew, it could be teeming with 682's. Or it could swallow us whole as soon as we touched it. You learn to exercise a bit of caution when you're sent out to document stuff that has just…[clears throat]…appeared. I stayed back on Transience while my assistant, Mr. Cain, got on the dinghy with two others and set sail for the island. This is about the point when our accounts begin to diverge. TANG: [quickly jots notes]…Good…now what happened from your perspective? DENT: The dinghy departed fairly normally, at about 40 km/h. I saw it go normally for a while, then it just…vanished. Into thin air. About four seconds later it reappeared and approached the ship normally. Those four seconds were the worst of my life. I thought we were dealing with an anomaly that could make three crew members vanish into thin air, and turn them into ass-loads of lost personnel paperwork. TANG: Alright. Mr. Cain, what happened from your perspective? CAIN: Ours was fairly normal. We approached the island, though once we were about half a click away from the ship, it seemed to stop moving away from us. Even though it was nearly three kilometers away once we made landfall, it continued to look as though we were within shouting distance. The sides of the island are almost vertical, 70 degrees I'd say, so we kind of clung on while we made observations. They didn't send us with harnesses or trad climbing equipment, so we couldn't get very far. We chipped off a little sample, which as far as I know is in the safe object archives now, and left about an hour and a half later. We sailed back to the ship and found my superior, Mr. Dent, very distressed and happy to see us. I did notice that everything on the ship was exactly the same as when we departed, down to people eating the exact same food and sitting in the exact same spots as when we left. At the time, I brushed it off as Deja Vu. TANG: Good. Thank you gentlemen, that's all I need. I apologize for taking your time, it's standard procedure when exploration accounts are significantly different. I'll forward this on to site command and they can try to categorize the object. End Recording Requests for Experimentation with SCP-3991 and Related Samples + FORMAT - FORMAT DATE: SUBMITTED BY: SUBMITTED TO: DETAILS OF PROPOSED EXPERIMENT: VERDICT: OUTCOME: + Experimentation Request 01 - Experimentation Request 01 DATE: ██/██/1995 SUBMITTED BY: Researcher Gerald Dent SUBMITTED TO: Dr. Tang, SCP-3991 Project Overseer DETAILS OF PROPOSED EXPERIMENT: Measurement of exact levels of time dilation utilizing atomic clocks. Two clocks will be synchronized, one clock will be brought onto island, one clock will remain at Site-19. VERDICT: Approved OUTCOME: Field of dilation found to be a gradient, points closer to the centre of the island experience the island's effects more strongly than points farther away. + Experimentation Request 02 - Experimentation Request 02 DATE: ██/██/1995 SUBMITTED BY: Researcher Gerald Dent SUBMITTED TO: Dr. Tang, SCP-3991 Project Overseer DETAILS OF PROPOSED EXPERIMENT: Two computer-controlled atomic clocks will be synchronized to activate exactly 24 hours after the initial activation command is given. One clock will be brought a specified distance from the geographic center of the island, one will remain at Site-19. Experiment will be repeated at distances of 5m, 50m, 250m, 750m, and 1.5km. VERDICT: Approved OUTCOME: Table showing exact level of time dilation created, attached to SCP-3991 file. + Experimentation Request 03 - Experimentation Request 03 DATE: ██/██/1998 SUBMITTED BY: Assistant Researcher Harold Cain SUBMITTED TO: Dr. Tang, SCP-3991 Project Overseer DETAILS OF PROPOSED EXPERIMENT: Extremely small atomic clock circuit will be used to ascertain if 3991-Sample-1 exhibits the same time dilative properties as the main island. VERDICT: Approved OUTCOME: Experiment unable to measure exact dilation effect exhibited by 3991-Sample-1. Suggested to repeat experiment at a later date when atomic clocks are smaller. + Experimentation Request 04 - Experimentation Request 04 DATE: ██/██/2006 SUBMITTED BY: Assistant Researcher Harold Cain SUBMITTED TO: Dr. Tang, SCP-3991 Project Overseer DETAILS OF PROPOSED EXPERIMENT: Extremely small atomic clock circuit will be used to ascertain if 3991-Sample-1 exhibits the same time dilative properties as the main island. VERDICT: Approved OUTCOME: Atomic clock sufficiently small for measurement of time dilative properties of sample. Experiment determined that dilative effects are approximately of strength 1/██████th that of the main island. Consistent with sample comprising an estimated 1/██████th the mass of the main island. File amended to reflect new information. + Experimentation Request 05 - Experimentation Request 05 DATE: ██/██/2007 SUBMITTED BY: Researcher Gerald Dent SUBMITTED TO: Dr. Tang, SCP-3991 Project Overseer DETAILS OF PROPOSED EXPERIMENT: Measurement of time at geographic centre of island, using methods identical to Experiment 02 VERDICT: Approved OUTCOME: Atomic clock placed at geographic centre of island was not present when team returned to recover it. Presumed lost. Footnotes 1. Cubical interior with 15cm edge length ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-3991" by Waspus, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-3991. 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SCP-3992 | safe | Item #: SCP-3992 SCP-3992-4. Special Containment procedures: All instances of SCP-3992 are to be kept in a standard containment locker at Site-17. Description: SCP-3992 is a number of children's Halloween face masks. Instances come in a range of designs, portraying various Halloween themed monsters. Instances are constructed out of simple plastic materials, paint and string. Each instance bears a label reading "Wondertainment Whacky Halloween Fun Masks" on their interior. SCP-3992 instances do not display any anomalous properties when worn by a non-anomalous individual. However, when worn by an anomalous entity, it will appear to physically change into an adolescent humanoid of varying appearance. Any clothing worn by the wearer will appear to change into a costume fitting the SCP-3992 instance's appearance. Clothing will simply appear to manifest on entities not wearing anything. Anomalous entities wearing instances of SCP-3992 do not experience actual physical changes, instead appearing to have become humanoid. Changes to an entity's appearance and manifested clothing cannot be physically felt, and affected entities may continue to function and interact with their surroundings as normal. Affects will cease when an SCP-3992 instance is removed. The physical appearance gained by wearers vary between subjects, differing in skin color/tone, hair, size, and gender. Discovery Log: SCP-3992 was discovered on 24/██/20██, in a house in ██████, Wisconsin, United States. The house had been seized by the Foundation under suspicion of anomalous activity originating from it. Among SCP-3992, several other anomalous items were found, a majority of which were of Wondertainment origin. The previous residents of the house were found to have fled the area and remain unfound. SCP-3992 was located in a cardboard box in the house's attic among several Halloween decorations. As of note, the name 'Stanley' was found written on the inside of SCP-3992-6 (vampire mask). Records show a child by the same name to have been one of the houses previous residents. The following document was found along with SCP-3992: To our most loyal of customers during this most spooky of seasons, We at Doctor Wondertainment would like to give to you a very special gift in accordance with the holidays. For your continued loyalty over the years, we would like to present a very special treat to those of you who might find it rather difficult to fit in. We at Wondertainment believe in embracing what others may consider strange and spooky. There are too many wonders in this world locked away by those who just don't understand, or find the abnormal too scary. We know first hand that it can be troublesome accepting who you are, especially in a world of the mundane, so we come with wonderful news, that for just one night, you may go out and celebrate the strange and the scary without worry of what others may think of you! For our customers out there who struggle with these feelings on a daily basis, we have decided to give you a special free of charge reward this Halloween! A little something to show our gratitude for your continued support. In this box, you will find a complete set of our new Wondertainment Whacky Halloween Fun Masks!. Celebrate this Halloween with a costume so amazingly convincing you won’t even be able to recognize yourself! Have fun out there kids! Try not to wander into any dark forests while trick or treating! And if you run into a headless fellow along the way, give him a good hello from us at Dr. Wondertainment! We miss you a lot old friend! We hope you’re being taken good care of. - Dr. Wondertainment. Addendum 3992-1: Testing of SCP-3992 on several other SCP objects was suggested as a means of discovering the range of its effects when used on anomalous entities of varying physical nature. Approval of various SCP objects for testing was authorized. Access Testing Log Close Test: 3992-1-002 Subject: SCP-2006 (Taking the form of the Creature from the Haunted Sea) SCP-3992 Instance: SCP-3992-1 (Werewolf mask) Results: SCP-2006 appeared as an adolescent male humanoid wearing a torn plaid shirt and jeans. A pair of rubber gloves resembling clawed hands with grey fur appeared on SCP-2006’s hands. Notes: SCP-2006 was asked to change its physical appearance during the test in order to see how the effects of SCP-3992 would react to SCP-2006's shape-changing abilities. Several changes to SCP-2006's size, skin tone and hair occurred but remained humanoid. SCP-2006 initially refused to remove SCP-3992-1 at first, but eventually complied once researchers assured it that it was nowhere near as scary as its previous form. Test: 3992-2-001 Subject: SCP-2662 SCP-3992 Instance: SCP-3992-2 (Witch mask) Results: SCP-2662 took the form of an adolescent female. SCP-2662 appeared dressed in a black spider web themed witch costume, complete with a pointed witch hat and holding a broomstick (which disappeared along with the perceived effects of SCP-3992-2 when removed). To note is SCP-2662's appearance as a female rather than male. This is believed to have occurred due to SCP-3992-2 resembling a generic female witch. Notes: SCP-2662 commented on the whole physical change to be ‘Rather uncomfortable’. SCP-2662 later assured that what it had stated previously was not meant in any way to come off as disrespectful or insensitive, stating it had nothing against females and that they could be cultists if they desired. Test: 3992-3-001 Subject: SCP-1279-1 SCP-3992 Instance: SCP-3992-3 (Frankenstein's monster mask) Results: Instance of SCP-1279-1 appeared as a human male covered in green body paint, wearing a Frankenstein's monster costume consisting of a black shirt and pants, torn grey coat and boots, with a pair of metal bolts protruding from its neck. Instance appeared standing upright on its perceived legs. Upon removal of SCP-1279 from the instance, SCP-3992-3's effects ceased Notes: Interesting, 3992 must perceive 1279-1 as anomalous as long as it wears 1279. This may be the case when testing with other similar anomalies. Test: 3992-4-004 Subject: SCP-2980-1 SCP-3992 Instance: SCP-3992-4 (Devil mask) Results: SCP-2980-1's physical age did not change. All abnormal features and body parts of SCP-2980-1 appeared to be replaced with pieces of costume clothing, including a fake red tail and a pair of boots resembling cloven feet. SCP-2980-1 took the form of a human male of unknown race, coated in red body paint. Notes: SCP-2980-1 commented on the effects of SCP-3992-4 to be rather humorous, but was 'Nothing compared to the real thing'. SCP-2980-1 later claimed to recognize the name ‘Wondertainment’. When questioned, SCP-2980-1 stated that the name bared a striking resemblance to that of a cousin's ‘three times removed’. SCP-2980-1 did not give any other useful information. Test: 3992-5-003 Subject: SCP-2287 SCP-3992 Instance: SCP-3992-5 (Mummy mask) Results: SCP-2287 appeared no longer headless. SCP-2287 appeared as a bald human male. A pair of green pupils were visible through SCP-3992-5’s eyeholes. Inspection showed its 'Mister' tattoo to no longer be present. No physical changes were present in the rest of SCP-2287’s body as it had no other physical abnormalities. SCP-2287’s clothing was replaced by layers of yellow tinted linen cloth, wrapped around its entire body similar to an Egyptian mummy. Notes: Of significant note, SCP-2287’s anomalous properties ceased functioning while wearing SCP-3992-5. Whether this is due to it being a Wondertainment product is unknown. SCP-2287 commented on finding the mask fun to wear, saying that it was 'Nice to see what it was like from the other end'. SCP-2287 later asked if it were possible to wear SCP-3992-5 again at some point (Decision currently pending. The effects of SCP-3992 may prove useful for the containment of SCP-2287’s anomalous properties). Test: 3992-6-009 Subject: SCP-956 SCP-3992 Instance: SCP-3992-6 (Vampire mask) Results: SCP-956 appeared as an adolescent Caucasian female with long pink hair. Costume consisted of a black cape and pants and red velvet waistcoat. Notes: SCP-956 initially showed no signs of bodily movement, remaining in its passive state. However, after several seconds, SCP-956 visibly looked down at itself and began heavily retching. SCP-956 attempted to remove SCP-3992-6 with its perceived hands. When this failed, SCP-956 began clawing at SCP-3992-6 violently until it was removed by an assisting D-class. Addendum 3992-2: On the 29/09/20██, a package was found outside of Site-17, addressed to the Foundation. Inside were a second set of SCP-3992. Instances consisted of a skeleton, jack o'lantern, banshee, zombie and clown. The following note was included: To the SCP Foundation, We see that you’ve been playing around with our product and approve of it greatly! It’s nice to see you giving others a taste of the Holidays and we hope you’re having fun with them yourselves! As a sign of gratitude for your vigorous testing of so many of our products, we present to you the newest batch of Wondertainment Wacky Halloween Fun Masks!. The following set has not been officially released just yet, but we’re hoping to get them out soon enough! We hope you'll share these with a few more of your guests and get some top-notch results! With all honesty though, we make these products because many don’t get the chance to experience a proper childhood, or even celebrate such a unique time of year. So during that magical time when the mundane blend with the uncanny, we want to celebrate it right and give a little more. Cause that’s what it’s all about, right? - Yours, Dr. Wondertainment ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-3992" by Penton, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-3992. 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: devil_mask.jpg Name: handsome devil mask Author: Maskworld.com License: Permission Granted Source Link: Maskworld.com |
SCP-3993 | euclid | LinkNYC kiosk Item #: SCP-3993 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3993 is to be sheathed in a waterproof metal and plastic framework. Two 1.4m LCD displays must be attached on both larger sides, displaying rich media advertising. A keyboard and Android tablet is to be fixed on the narrow 'sidewalk' edge, with two USB type-A ports. Care must be taken to render both USB ports, the keyboard, and the tablet totally inoperable. SCP-3993 must be monitored at all times by a standard surveillance team with access to city and NYPD cameras plus SCP remote imaging. All members of the public who may have connected to SCP-3993's Wi-Fi must be logged, and any changes in SCP-3993's form or position should be recorded. For full containment details, please consult "NYC StarBridge CityLink Kiosk Installation Guide, Revision 4.8". Note from Principal Researcher Macmillan: New Yorkers might not expect SCP-3993's physical interfaces to work, but we'll have to come up with something else for other cities. Description: SCP-3993 is a black object measuring 2.8m x 0.9m x 0.3m, composed of an indeterminate, extremely dense material. SCP-3993 appeared on the sidewalk at the intersection of ██rd Street and █ Avenue at 3:32:50am on 2014-04-02, displacing a payphone. Low quality CCTV footage from an adjacent Starbucks revealed no humans or machines were involved in the removal of the payphone or placement of the SCP-3993. SCP personnel were notified of the object within an hour and immediately staged a vehicular accident at the site, allowing them to erect a containment tent and redirect all public traffic for the following 36 hours. During this time, SCP-3993 was inspected using portable spectrometers. No harmful materials were detected, but industrial cutting instruments of a type safely usable in metropolitan areas (i.e. no high explosives or lasers) were unable to remove a sample of the object. Removal of the object was not possible due to its high density and weight. At 2:08:13am and 4:19:42am on 2014-04-03, two identical objects, termed SCP-3993-2 and SCP-3993-3 (the original now termed SCP-3993-1) appeared on sidewalks in Lower Manhattan, also displacing payphones. Similar containment procedures were enacted. Confronted with the possibility that many more instances of SCP-3993 might materialise in short order, the on-site technical lead (consulting with SCP headquarters via Wi-Fi videochat) made an imaginative suggestion: presenting the objects as prototype public internet access points. Two days later on 2014-04-05, SCP officials (under the guise of the "StarBridge" consortium) met with Mayor de Blasio's staff and proposed a complete replacement of the city's 7,000+ payphones with free, advertising-funded Wi-Fi internet communication kiosks. On 2014-04-30, the agreement was made public, with the project named "LinkNYC". Over the following six months, 238 additional instances of SCP-3993 appeared across Lower Manhattan and Midtown, each successfully sheathed in a LinkNYC kiosk within twelve hours. However, providing the kiosks with the promised gigabit internet connectivity was a much more difficult proposition due to multiple breakdowns in negotiation with Comcast. This problem was solved, albeit in an unconventional manner, on 2014-10-29: Phone transcript between SCP Principal Investigator Macmillan, conducting close surveillance of SCP-3993-188 from a nearby Jamba Juice, and SCP Assistant Logistics Director (NY) Wieteska: Macmillan: Well done, Wieteska! What did you promise them? Wieteska: What on Earth are you talking about? Macmillan: Was it the fiber multiplexing tech? Or the femtocell research? Never mind, it's of little consequence. What's important is that I'm now speaking to you through this Wi-Fi access point named "Gigabit LinkNYC". Low latency, high bandwidth, really, I'm impressed you - Wieteska: The Comcast meeting isn't until Friday. <pause> Macmillan: So what the ██████ did I just connect to? A reconstruction of events reveals that 25 minutes prior to this phone call, SCP-3993-1 through 239 simultaneously activated high-power, unprotected 802.11ac internet access points. Each internet kiosk offered a bandwidth of 3.2 gigabits and according to packet tracing, multiple redundant connections to the internet backbone – despite having no physical network connections. SCP personnel immediately moved to contain the Wi-Fi access points with Faraday cages (a hurried press release claiming "upgrades" was issued). The cages did not completely block the access points; instead, they merely reduced effective Wi-Fi range by 62%; SCP physicists theorised that SCP-3993 was employing a neutrino-based quantum tunnelling effect to maintain its connection. Increasing the thickness of the cage 1.4m reduced range by 98%, but this was deemed to be too disruptive to the built environment, not to mention highly damaging to real estate values. Attempts to jam the signal and flood the 2.4 GHz and 5 GHz spectrum with noise were rapidly met with swift protests from locals, culminating in a small riot in the NYU student dorms adjacent to SCP-3993-75. At this point, SCP Principal Investigator Macmillan ordered the Faraday cages to be dismantled, jamming efforts deactivated, and effects redirected towards understanding the nature of the Wi-Fi access points, and what harm they posed. Initial testing produced no unusual results; the access points connected to the present-day, real-world internet. Even after multiple hours of web browsing, no ill effects were observed on D-class personnel or members of the public. In fact, follow-up testing conducted on 487 frequent users of SCP-3993's access points one month later showed quite the opposite. The users scored a statistically significant increase of three points on the Wechsler Adult Intelligence Scale (aka the "Wechsler IQ test"). They also demonstrated reduced violent tendencies and greater feelings of empathy, with effects persisting for an average of five months. Repeated usage of SCP-3993 saw increases of fifteen IQ points or more amongst most individuals. The mechanism in which SCP-3993 acts to increase intelligence was identified via deep packet inspection on a modified Android device. SCP-3993 changes the content of internet traffic en route to connecting devices, serving different pages, podcasts, videos, and social media posts. It rarely creates new content, but instead manipulates search results and social media feeds - themselves generated by complex and opaque algorithms - to surface what researchers term 'life changing content'. Chat log between SCP Researcher Nguyen and D-1493 (repeated user of SCP-3993-22): Researcher Nguyen: sup D-1493: saw this crazy thing on reddit today D-1493: comment bout a girl my age. really inspiring story. never thought id see that on reddit. Nguyen: yeah? D-1493: think im gonna take school more seriously now. Nguyen: huh D-1493: just makes you think. if she can stop being a screwup maybe i can too. just gotta work hard at it. SCP-3993 can compromise all extant and planned forms of SSL/TLS cryptographic network security protocols in real time. Some forms of highly complex cutting-edge encryption – too computationally expensive for the majority of consumer devices – have proven more durable, although in recent months SCP-3993 has demonstrated the capability to circumvent even them. It is theorised that SCP-3993's computing power scales not only with the number of its instances but also the devices that have connected to it. Since we cannot rely on any consumer-grade form of encryption to contain SCP-3993, efforts have been directed towards broader forms of containment. For example, cheaper and faster mobile internet would significantly reduce public demand for SCP-3993's services. Unfortunately, negotiations with US telecoms providers have been fruitless, and since late 2016, SCP-3993 has begun to experiment with new forms of long-range wireless technology, including 4G and 5G cell tower spoofing. Note from SCP Principal Investigator Macmillan: SCP-3993 is one of the most perplexing adversaries we have faced. Where did it come from? Is it trying to uplift us, and for what reason? Why has it chosen to manifest itself as a free wireless access point, of all things? Did we cause this, through our own actions when it arrived? Regardless, despite its apparent lack of aggression, it would be a grave mistake to underestimate its reach and power. Every day, more of our reality is consumed and mediated through our internet-connected devices. We consume the news on them, we communicate with our friends and family, our opinions are formed and our intentions molded by these ever-present screens. As we use more sophisticated devices that employ virtual and augmented reality, SCP-3993's ability to manipulate our reality and our intelligence will increase exponentially. For the inhabitants of New York, it's entirely possible that their every waking moment could soon be mediated by SCP-3993. We can be thankful, at least, that SCP-3993 has effectively 'self-contained' its spread to New York. I suspect that this city was chosen due to its high population density, along with its high usage of mobile devices. New York's status as a world leader in business, media, and culture may also assist SCP-3993 in its inscrutable goals. But if it spreads beyond the bounds of this city, it's not clear how we can stop it without inciting mass panic. Addendum: Incident Log 2015-02-04: SCP-3993 spreads to 714 locations. 2015-11-29: SCP-3993 spreads to 2053 locations. 2016-12-01: SCP-3993 spreads to 7592 locations. 2017-01-06: SCP-3993 sighted in Columbus, Ohio; London, UK; and Tokyo, Japan. 2017-01-08: New logo appears on all SCP-3993 sheathes: "Free super fast Wi-Fi. And that's just the beginning." ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-3993" by adrianhon, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-3993. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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SCP-3994 | keter | Item #: SCP-3994 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3994 is currently being held onsite at Site-92. The doors to SCP-3994's containment chambers must be pressurized as to prevent instances from maneuvering through gaps between the door and its frame. Instances are to be separated by category into their respective containment chambers in groups of no more than 15 per chamber. Should the number of instances in any given category exceed 800, termination of up to 500 instances may be permitted. Termination of an instance of SCP-3994 requires 87% of its mass to be completely destroyed, whether by incineration of 800 degrees Celsius, dissolution by an acid of 1.1 pH or less, or a detonation of 415 megajoules of trinitrotoluene. Recategorization of instances should occur bimonthly. Foundation webcrawlers must consistently monitor upcoming meteor showers and databases of medical facilities in order to track uncontained instances of SCP-3994. Mobile Task Force Theta-991 ("Human Beings") is to be deployed wherever reports of SCP-3994 surface, and instances of SCP-3994 must be apprehended under the guise of relocation to a private medical facility. SCP-3994 is to be provided a maximum of three times daily with Foundation-generated or heavily altered media (see Addendum-03). All media is to be centered around human activity and regarded as acceptable behavior for humans, regardless of the nature of the content. Incoming information from outside instances or sources must be immediately substituted with aforementioned media. All personnel who interact with any aspect of SCP-3994 or files regarding it must undergo a blood test prior to entering and exiting the containment chamber as to prevent allowing the incorrect personnel from exiting. Description: SCP-3994 is the collective designation for a cluster of extraterrestrial entities, currently consisting of SCP-3994-A-1 through SCP-3994-C-██. Instances of SCP-3994 have been grouped into categories A, B, or C based upon degree of shell decay, with A having no signs of shell decay, B having any amount of shell decay but with a retained shell, and C lacking any shell. SCP-3994 develops and inhabits outer skins (henceforth referred to as 'shells') that resemble human beings. SCP-3994 will favor mimicking the appearance of a preexisting individual in its immediate vicinity if it lacks a shell; if no human is present, shell formation will occur regardless. These shells are assumed to act as disguises to hide the inner form of SCP-3994, but often fail to perform as intended; 68%1 of attempts by SCP-3994 to form humanoid shells have resulted in various deformities, including but not limited to twisted appendages, severe malformation resembling elephantiasis, disproportionate skeletal structure2, and ██████████. The interior composition of SCP-3994 is of an unknown viscous substance. Without a shell, the bodies of SCP-3994 lack any confined form or structure, and may have a height upwards of 560cm. In this state, SCP-3994 maneuvers by dragging itself across a surface using any number of its limbs3. 96% 65% 38% of conversations held between Foundation personnel and instances of SCP-3994 have shown that SCP-3994 will actively copy the speech patterns, dialects, and languages of those whom they are exposed to; however, SCP-3994 demonstrates a great deal of difficulty in stringing together grammar and syntax, and has displayed symptoms in line with those of speech and communication disorders, notably cluttering and apraxia of speech. Instances under Foundation custody have shown to be adapting rapidly to match the language proficiency of personnel; countermeasures have been implemented to combat this (see Addendum-03). Discovery: Initial discovery of SCP-3994 occurred after news stations in ████, Bolivia, ██ ███████, Germany, and █████, Madagascar reported dozens of wild animals having been shred to pieces with pulpy, viscous innards of a solid, uniform color4. Samples taken from deceased instances proved to be extraterrestrial, with no known relatives existing on Earth. Several days prior to the initial discovery, all three cities had experienced a minor meteor shower. Meteorites retrieved near recovery locations have tested positive for DNA samples of SCP-3994, implying that SCP-3994 has been utilizing meteorites as a method of travel from their location of origin. Addendum-01: On 1/6/████, 3 of the ██ total B-category instances of SCP-3994 progressed into a complete state of shell decay, hereby recognized as C-category. Crevices in B-category shells with protruding limbs, spines, and other appendages gave way to the full interior body of these SCP-3994 instances, effectively dissolving the shell. Testing suggests that shell decay is a natural process, with signs beginning 1-4 months after a shell is initially formed, and dissolving entirely within 1 year. The process of shell formation takes a maximum of 3 days. There is no known way to inhibit this process. + Interview Log-01 - Access Granted Interviewed: SCP-3994-A-7 Interviewer: Dr. Koffman Foreword: SCP-3994-A-7 was recovered from ██████, Ireland three days prior to the interview. SCP-3994-A-7 was recorded to have been initially disregarded as an intoxicated townsperson until it was seen to have "snapped its elbows back in half and kept going about its business". Once it was administered medical treatment, hospital staff discovered that SCP-3994-A-7 lacked any human bodily fluids, and the Foundation was subsequently involved. <Begin Log> Dr. Koffman: Good morning, SCP-3994-A-7. SCP-3994-A-7: Morning, sick! Sickening! Dr. Koffman: Do you find something sickening? SCP-3994-A-7: It's an understandably, stand, standing rotten day! Dr. Koffman: What's making it rotten? SCP-3994-A-7: No breakfast, and time for breakfast. Eating is a man must eat, you know5. Dr. Koffman: Are you… are you hungry? SCP-3994-A-7: Feh, hunger be hungry. And you, what was breakfast for yourself? Dr. Koffman: I had… waffles, I believe. SCP-3994-A-7: Waffles, I believe! Oh, I endear waffles, I believe. They are, how'd you say, hungry for breakfast! Dr. Koffman: Do you know what a waffle is, A-7? SCP-3994-A-7: I… SCP-3994-A-7 pauses briefly. It gazes distantly, then clears its throat. The following lines from SCP-3994-A-7 contained several words of Argentinian Spanish, which have been translated into English. SCP-3994-A-7: A waffle, I believe, is a bread pastry often eaten with… (unintelligible)… syrup for breakfast. Humans — us, we, enjoy them! Popular here, in… Argentina. Dr. Koffman: A-7, we are nowhere near Argentina. Extraneous dialogue has been removed. <End Log> Closing Statement: Dr. Koffman's interview with SCP-3994-A-7 has led to the discovery of telepathic communications existing between instances of SCP-3994. Further research is being conducted in order to understand the limits and capabilities of this. Addendum-02: Following Interview Log-013, SCP-3994 is confirmed to develop language proficiency, cultural understanding, acceptable social behavior, and other essential components of human interaction not only by interacting with humans directly, but also by communicating information between one another in a hive mind complex. Dampening this development by teaching SCP-3994 false information about humanity is necessary to uncover instances of SCP-3994 embedded in human society. Amnestics do not function as intended due to the composition of SCP-3994. Incident Log-04: On 8/12/████, a security breach was attempted by SCP-3994-A-7, -A-24, -A-33, -B-3, -B-78, -C-16, and -C-27. -C-16 and -C-27 provided aid to the breach by pressing themselves between the crevices of the containment chamber door and the door frame to forcibly unhinge the door. They then functioned as a distraction by blocking off guards from accessing one side of the hallway leading to SCP-3994's containment chamber; guards were unable to destroy enough of -C-16 and -C-27's mass in order to surpass them into the hallway. Remaining instances of SCP-3994 had formed shells resembling onsite staff and security prior to the incident. Both B-category instances were able to conceal any protruding appendages by wrapping them in shreds of cloth taken from each other's uniforms. The group of A-category instances acted in the roles of personnel escorting wounded researchers to the medical bay. The security breach lasted a total of 23 minutes before all violating instances of SCP-3994 were terminated via heavy artillery fire. Addendum-03: On 5/9/████, extensive countermeasures were implemented to prevent absolute blending of undiscovered instances of SCP-3994 into human societies. This includes: - All recreational activities relating to forms of media used to convey information (films, books) must have scrambled text or speech - No non-fiction media may be introduced to SCP-3994 under any circumstances - No information regarding the personal lives of personnel may be mentioned under any circumstances Incident Log-09: On 9/16/████, a breach was attempted by 14 A-category instances, 37 B-category instances, and 6 C-category instances. Dr. Koffman and 4 accompanying security guards approached SCP-3994's containment chamber, which caused the aforementioned instances to swarm around the door; it should be noted that this behavior is abnormal for SCP-3994. Dr. Koffman opened the door, and the 4 security guards were promptly trampled by the offending instances. However, all instances wove around Dr. Koffman, who headed in the opposite direction from the group until he was subsequently apprehended 11 minutes after the breach. The instances managed to reach the center of Site-92 before all were successfully terminated via a contained flood of 20,000 gallons of battery-grade sulfuric acid. + Interview Log-07 - Access Granted Interviewed: Dr. Koffman Interviewer: Dr. █████████ Foreword: The following interview occurred immediately after Incident Log-09: 9/16/████. At the time of recording, Dr. █████████ was the site director for Site-92. <Begin Log> Dr. █████████: Dr. Koffman, what reason do you have for your actions today? You were seen walking away from a massive containment breach without alerting security. Dr. Koffman: I apologize, I must've forgotten. Dr. █████████: Forgotten? Dr. Koffman, you were being swarmed by SCP-3994. I don't want to punish you for initiation of and deliberate failure to contain a breach. Hell, I don't even want to blame you for what happened, you just opened the door. But they were all over you, Koffman, they trampled the guards and headed straight for escape, and you forgot? Dr. Koffman: Again, I apologize. I only did what I could. Dr. █████████: Excuse me, Koffman? Dr. Koffman: You can't keep them here forever. They've taken the form of the dominant species on the planet, and they're damn near indestructible by our means of measurement. We haven't found them all. We don't know how many there are. You don't even know how they multiply. Dr. █████████: We're not here to discuss SCP-3994, Koffman, we're here to — Dr. Koffman: You keep an army trapped inside these concrete walls and it won't do a thing in your favor, Dr. █████████. They learn, and then they keep advancing. It's a simple concept. Buffers on their development will stop working. Sooner or later, there'll be enough instances on this God-forsaken planet to teach them every language under the sun. They'll learn the games. They'll know that humans don't actually eat paste for breakfast, or wear their shoes on their hands, like you so desperately want them to believe. Soon enough, they'll be walking and talking like any other person. And at the rate they're going, they'll outsmart us a million to one. They just keep going, and going, and going. You've wagered a hefty bet against the universe's greatest conquerer, Dr. █████████, and it's a bet you're going to lose. <End Log> Closing Statement: Several hours following the interview, it was discovered that Dr. Koffman had been on vacation for the past two weeks. Footnotes 1. Percentage has shown to increase in the absence of a replicatable human subject. 2. SCP-3994 lacks a skeletal structure; all apparent bone malformations exist only in the skin of the shell. 3. No upper limit of limbs or appendages has been noted. 4. Since this initial discovery, no instances were found to have developed an inhuman shell, likely due to rejection by inhuman mammalian societies. 5. SCP-3994 does not require food and is presumed to be self-sustaining. SCP-3994-A-7's comments are theorized to have been the scrambled words of individuals in its location prior to recovery. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-3994" by Dog Teeth, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-3994. 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. |
SCP-3995 | euclid | close Info X : "A Pair Of Lungs That May Or May Not Exist" Author: OthellotheCat + More by Othello Hide list SCPs SCP-3774 Rating: 488 SCP-3287 Rating: 349 SCP-4734-EX Rating: 296 SCP-8==D-J Rating: 262 SCP-4080 Rating: 241 SCP-3323 Rating: 193 SCP-2541 Rating: 180 SCP-4269 Rating: 175 SCP-4599 Rating: 153 SCP-3995 Rating: 138 SCP-3430 Rating: 135 SCP-3177 Rating: 122 SCP-3811 Rating: 121 SCP-4360 Rating: 118 SCP-4725 Rating: 117 SCP-5784 Rating: 105 SCP-4907 Rating: 85 SCP-4111 Rating: 84 SCP-7772 Rating: 83 SCP-4821 Rating: 83 page 1 of 212next » Tales Population Control(led) Rating: 296 Let Her Heart DEET Once More Rating: 115 La Marcha GrenaDEETa Rating: 84 Eat Your Greenes Rating: 77 I am Become DEET, Destroyer of Worlds Rating: 74 Daddy's hands weren't always gentle but I've come to understand, there was always love in Daddy's hands Rating: 58 The Ultimate Showdown of Ultimate DEETstiny Rating: 44 A Bit More of a Plan Rating: 42 Half of a Plan Rating: 40 The Five Year Anniversary of the Most Important Day of Achebe Okoro's Life Rating: 37 An Actual Plan Rating: 36 Moving On Rating: 19 Behind the Scenes of "Reeling in the Crocosquid" Rating: 13 GoI Formats Anderson Robotics' Installation Guide: Your New Buteo Series Mechanical Exoskeleton! Rating: 267 'Weissman Model Assistance Clones' (ET796/IH249/W3336) Rating: 97 Nobody's Observations on Arson, Activism, and Mustaches Rating: 67 With other authors Page Author SCP-3504 Rimple Tales Of The Ethics Committee: 5 Reasons The Foundation Wants A Robot Army Captain Kirby, Veiedhimaedhr, Croquembouche SCP-4405 DolphinSlugchugger NOTICE FROM THE RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION This document has been locked by Dr. Hannibal Romero and may no longer be edited without O5 clearance. Further information may be accessed in Addendum 02 with Level 4 clearance. Item #: SCP-3995 Special Containment Procedures: SHOW PREVIOUS CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES HIDE PREVIOUS CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES SCP-3995 is to be contained in a refrigerated organ storage locker, only to be removed for interviews. Should SCP-3995 be interviewed, it must be done in a lightless room to prevent any of its violent outbursts. SCP-3995 does not require any food or water, and appears content in any environment with a temperature below body temperature. SCP-3995 is to be contained in a refrigerated organ storage locker, which is not to be opened for any reason. All Foundation personnel are to presume that SCP-3995 exists. All Foundation personnel are to presume SCP-3995 is alive. Description: SCP-3995 is a pair of human lungs capable of levitating up to approximately 140 cm in the air. SCP-3995 has displayed an ability to breathe oxygen, despite the lack of assisting organs and skeletal structures to do so. SCP-3995 has also exhibited that it can survive without food or water, among other things it claims humans need for survival. SCP-3995 has claimed that it does not need "form", which may be interpreted to mean it does not need a human body to survive. While SCP-3995 does not have a nervous system or any assisting apparatus, it has displayed an ability to hear sound and utilize touch1, but cannot smell or taste. SCP-3995 may have some sort of sight, as it reacts violently should it be in the presence of any light, attempting to knock over physical objects to block the light. Should no objects be in the room SCP-3995 is in, it will try to go to the most dimly-lit corner and hide until the source of the light is terminated. When asked about this behavior, it claimed light causes it stress and pain. SCP-3995 also has displayed an ability to speak fluent English and Mandarin Chinese, despite not having a larynx or mouth. As of yet, the voice produced by SCP-3995 is unidentifiable as either male or female; however, tissue samples taken from have confirmed a genetic match to Bai Zhào, who was reported to have disappeared on 12/13/████ after being released from the Lu Zhiwei Rehabilitation Center in ██████, China after receiving treatment for alcoholism. Addendum 01: Show Interview Log Hide Interview Log Foreword: Interview conducted by Dr. Hannibal Romero, a psychology specialist. <Begin Log> Dr. Romero: This is Dr. Hannibal Romero, beginning interview with SCP-3995— SCP-3995: Do not give it a title. Dr. Romero: I'm… I'm sorry? SCP-3995: Do not give it a title. It does not need a title. Dr. Romero: What do you mean by "it"? SCP-3995: It has no need for identity. An identity gives it form. It is clean. Dr. Romero: Are you referring to yourself? Are you it? SCP-3995 is silent. Dr. Romero: Okay… I'll just assume that's a yes, then. Can you tell me about yourself? Were you ever a part of a person before? SCP-3995: It was not part of a person, it is. Dr. Romero: It is what? SCP-3995 is silent. Dr. Romero: Fine, be difficult. Can you explain anything more about yourself? Do you know what caused your anomalous properties to manifest? SCP-3995: It wanted to be clean. It is not clean yet, but it will be clean of addiction in time. Dr. Romero: Addiction? SCP-3995: It was addicted to… It was addicted to attachment. Dr. Romero: Attachment? Could you explain more? SCP-3995: When a person is addicted to attachment, they fear death. It feared death. It was addicted to attachment, as others are addicted to alcohol, cigarettes or heroin. It needed life to live… but it soon learned that was not true. It does not need life to live. It needs to be clean. Dr. Romero: What do you mean "clean"? How does one become "clean"? SCP-3995: How does one become clean of any addiction? Less over time. It realized it could be clean by eating less, feeling less, having less form. It broke its addiction to nutrition first, one of the most useless ideas most humans believe is a requirement. Eventually, it learned to stop feeling pain, which aided in it removing its form. Dr. Romero: That's… That's disgusting… SCP-3995: But it is not clean yet. It is almost clean, but it is not clean yet. Dr. Romero: What? What would happen if you would become totally clean? SCP-3995: I would be free of addiction. Free of life, unable to die. I would be perfect. Dr. Romero: You would be… Wait, you just referred to yourself as "I". SCP-3995 is silent. Dr. Romero: SCP-3995, are you familiar with Bai Zhào? Bai went missing ██ years ago after being released from a rehab center, and you just so happen to be a genetic match. SCP-3995 is silent. Dr. Romero: Are you Bai Zhào? SCP-3995: It should thank you. Containment and lack of social interaction was all it needed to become clean. <End Log> Closing Statements: The subject refused to answer any further questions. Interview was terminated soon after. Addendum 02: ENTER LEVEL 4 CREDENTIALS FOR ACCESS ACCESS GRANTED On 9/28/2017, Dr. Romero opened SCP-3995's containment unit to retrieve it for an interview. Upon opening, SCP-3995's lungs were no longer observed to be breathing, and began to rapidly decay. It is unknown if SCP-3995 has breached containment or simply ceased to exist. NOTE FROM THE DESK OF HANNIBAL ROMERO If you're wondering why I changed the containment procedures and locked the page, I can explain. It's not dead. I don't think it's dead. It might be dead, but I believe that it's not. If what it told me is true, then it could potentially be more dangerous than any of us ever expected, because it literally has cracked the code to existence. If something can literally will themselves into un-existence… then who's to say what can be willed into existence? The only way to contain something like this, is to believe that it exists at all, but if this even works, then God knows what else could be created like this. We have to test this theory whether we like it or not; we all need to believe that still exists. If it makes it easier for people, we need to believe it's still alive, too. I don't care what it'll take to get people to believe this, but it needs to be believed in. I could just be seeing things where there's only empty space, but… considering we're dealing with non-existence, that's exactly what I should be seeing. Footnotes 1. SCP-3995 has shown that it is able to distinguish differently-textured objects by placing them against its flesh. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-3995" by OthellotheCat, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-3995. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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SCP-3996 | euclid | Here we are, then. Another frontier. I touch you, and you take me where I want to go, right? close Info X SCP-3996: The Tangential Frontier Author: Tufto, written on their original account. More of their work can be found here. Item #: SCP-3996 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3996's intangibility makes any capture impossible. Instead, Research Base 1212 has been set up to surround SCP-3996's area of operation. No personnel are to be permitted entry into SCP-3996-1 unless given express permission for testing purposes. Update 01/03/2001: Further exploration of SCP-3996-1 has been approved by the O5 Council. MTF Upsilon-90 "Andalusian Dogs" is to conduct all explorations, due to its experience with extradimensional anomalies and exploration. Update 07/08/2001: Testing is indefinitely suspended. Description: SCP-3996 refers to a herd of intangible white horses, which appear every 12 hours at the same point in the Nevadan portion of the Great Basin Desert. The SCP-3996 instances manifest at a galloping speed (40-48 kph) before gradually slowing to a halt after 100m. The SCP-3996 instances will remain in the same area for approximately ten minutes, before turning and accelerating over the 100m it initially galloped down, before demanifesting. SCP-3996 instances can only be interacted physically if a human individual intends and attempts to climb onto an SCP-3996 instance's back and assume an ordinary riding position; the anomaly is apparently able to distinguish the intentions of any human attempting to touch it. If said individual is still on the SCP-3996 instance's back when it demanifests, then it will demanifest along with it. The SCP-3996 instance and the individual will then remanifest in another dimension, hereafter referred to as SCP-3996-1. Within SCP-3996-1, SCP-3996's cycle mirrors that found in the prime dimension. SCP-3996-1's landscape initially appears to be identical to the scrubland of the prime dimension; however, the further away from SCP-3996's entrance point, the more the landscape changes, and the more the dimension experiences extreme fluctuations in the Hume level. These fluctuations cause significant alterations to the nature of the dimension's reality. Various anomalous organisms and non-human creatures are reputed to inhabit SCP-3996-1, possessing biological features which would not function in the prime dimension. The Hume fluctuations often reach extreme levels and occur very rapidly, which results in immense strain on any Scranton Reality Anchors used. This has resulted in several malfunctions and breakages, making their use inadvisable. Humans do not age within SCP-3996-1, but if they return to the prime dimension their body will immediately age to match the length of time which has passed. Approximately 1km to the east of SCP-3996-1's entrance point is an oasis, surrounded by a small settlement of humans who have entered SCP-3996-1 via SCP-3996 at various points over the last 200 years. The settlement- named by the inhabitants as "Ghost Town"- contains 144 human residents, and has the appearance of a 19th century town in the American West. The town's inhabitants subsist on hunting an animal they call "potatolos"; these have been described as having the external appearance and behaviour of an American bison (Bison bison), but the internal composition of a potato (the tuberous bulb of the nightshade Solanum tuberosum). The inhabitants of the town utilise a variety of anomalous items and practices in order to enhance their standard of living. This includes using the corpses of a species of glowing, desert-dwelling squid as lighting; the developement of walls of shifting sand and dirt to be used as a defence against unwanted intruders; and the use of a species of singing cactus as a form of public entertainment. The Foundation has decided to co-operate with the inhabitants of Ghost Town, as a safe case-study in the analysis of humanity's use of anomalies in day-to-day life. SCP-3996 and SCP-3996-1 was first discovered by the Foundation in 1998, after a chance encounter during a containment breach of SCP-2895. SCP-3996 was being ridden by a deceased corpse, believed to be the remains of a resident of Ghost Town who attempted to return to the prime dimension after an advanced period of time. Below is an interview log with a resident of Ghost Town. +Interview 3996-3 -Interview 3996-3 Interviewer: Dr. Claude Montague (Unreality Division). Interviewee: Silas Harlington, de facto mayor of Ghost Town and long-term resident; reported to be the settlement's founder. Date: 19/09/2000. <Begin Log> Dr. Montague: Good afternoon. Mr. Harlington: Afternoon, sir. What can I do for y'all? Dr. Montague: You can answer a few questions. We’re just a little curious about… this place. Mr. Harlingon: Ghost Town? Or the whole tangential frontier? Dr. Montague: …Tangential frontier? Mr. Harlington: A name some fella came up with a few years ago. He liked some- well, I don’t what “television” is, but some kinda theatre show or something. Said that it called space the “final frontier”, so this must be a frontier a bit to the side. Tangential frontier. Dr. Montague: I see. We’re curious about both. How was this town founded? Mr. Harlington: Same way all the places on the frontier were founded; people looking for riches, and other folks like me trying to make a little money off ‘em. I came here with the first bunch back in ’89. There wasn’t much of a frontier left in the Dakotas then, what with all the Indians being herded into the reservations, and me and old Gul had heard about a strange place, a new frontier down Nevada way. We tracked down a guy who knew more- some artsy type, looking for inspiration- and stumbled across the horses one day. Well, was a hard few years. Had to convince gullible easterners to come here, promised they’d get rich. We realised the aging thing pretty early on; I haven’t been back home since 1901, when I brought my wife over. Not my kids. They had their own life to lead. Dr. Montague: What kind of “riches” did you promise people? Mr. Harlington: The kind that are actually here. Why, look around you! This place is full of all kind of strange, devilish things. The potatolos are just their start. There’s rocks that tell you the future, strange trees that produce whatever fruit you want, flies that eat spiders, all sorts of stuff. You can’t make it back home, so we’d get collectors coming here for years. Those were the good days. Dr. Montague: What happened? Mr. Harlington: You know out west, where all the tribes are? Bunch of Indians and Chinamen, looking to stir up trouble. They started getting close, started raiding us. We got more guns and stuff from back home, but they had.. weird stuff. Lasers on the tops of their rifles. Bows and arrows that knew exactly where you were. A weird mix of strange engines and weird magic that we couldn’t stop. Dr. Montague: You’re still here, though. Mr. Harlington: Yeah, that was the thing; they never burnt our stuff down, or attacked people they didn’t have to. Don’t get me wrong, they killed a bunch of folks, but they only ever went for the weird stuff. All those rich, strange things we were hawking, they kept taking them away. Eventually, we just gave up. Stopped people from taking stuff, shut the whole thing down. The place became a ghost town for a while; seemed a fitting name, so we used it. Anyway. That didn’t last long. We’re thriving now, ‘cos when people got wind of the fact that you couldn’t age, they all wanted to move here. We got electricity, a little cinema back in the ‘20s, those refrigerator things- a lot of stuff that helped folks out. There’s still some hardship- we probably shouldn’t eat so many taters- but it’s a nice life, and it lasts forever. Dr. Montague: Didn’t you ever want to go back? To the prime dimension? Mr. Harlington: What for? Frontier was drying up, and even the Indians have been shoved in the same boxes as everyone else. My kids are probably long dead, and their kids wouldn’t want to know me. And, hell, the immortality is sweet. If I tried to go back, I’d just die of old age. Dr. Montague: So- what can you tell us about the rest of this place? What happens when you go further out? Mr. Harlington: Well, there’s the nomads to the west. Fierce devils, but they mostly leave us alone nowadays. Tougher than us, too, so we don’t want to go too near them. Then there’s the cities, down to the far south. All grey concrete. The townfolk there all have cold hearts- don’t like us too much. Have lots of rules, regulations, temples. Not very nice. There’s nothing to the east; just boring desert forever. Not even any interesting devils or demons to tempt you. Dr. Montague: And to the north? Mr. Harlington: The north… it’s just dark up north. The sun emits darkness, not lights. Shadows are white, day is night. The wolves and bats live up there, preying on the weak. The people up there are friendly, but a bit odd. Best be wary if you want to go north. Dr. Montague: I see. Thank you. There may be more questions later. Mr. Harlington: Hey, I’m not going anywhere. I'll see you around. <End Log> Addendum 1: On 07/03/2001, exploration began of SCP-3996-1 by MTF Upsilon-90 "Andalusian Dogs". Composed of team members U90-1 "Persistent Memory" (Captain), U90-2 "Burning Giraffe", U90-3 "Reflecting Swan" and U90-4 "Meditative Rose", the team was instructed to proceed west and report on what they found. A table detailing of the anomalous events and organisms encountered can be seen below: Time (Hours:Minutes) Distance from SCP-3996 (km) Anomaly observed 00:45 2.1 km A series of fruitbats, composed of sand, abruptly flew upwards from the desert, and flew north. As they did so, they began to glow, eventually reaching a light output of 30,000 lumens as they reached the edge of U90's field of vision. 01:45 4.5 km The landscape has since become noticeably rockier and contains more flora, especially gorse bushes and grass. The U90 passed betweeen two rocks; protrusions from the rocks in the shape of human hands then manifested. They attempted to seize the MTF members and drag them towards the boulders. All members of U90 were able to clear the rocks unharmed; the hands disappeared, before several appendages in the shape of human arms instead manifested themselves. A protrusion at the end of each appendage resembled a human head, with an Italian tragedy mask in lieu of a face. All of the masks stared at U90, and were continuing to do so when U90 lost visual contact. 03:59 5.8 km U90 had just cleared the rocky area, coming onto a large area of steppe or grassland. A large quantity of "potatalos", followed by a series of humanoids on horseback, then came into view. The humanoids were armed with either bows or rifles, and were attempting to hunt the potatalo; they managed to fell several of them and took them with them back to the south. Of note was that the clothing and practices of these individuals were reminiscent of a number of nomadic horseback riders throughout history, such as the Mongols, Kerait, Lakota Sioux, Kyrgyz, Bedouin and Berbers. 06:29 8.1 km The MTF was moving through a thick swamp. The entire ground and sky abruptly disappeared, leaving the MTF falling in a black void. The void suddenly transformed into a sandy desert, which the MTF then fell onto unharmed. Their instruments recorded that they were in the same position as before; a brief reconaissance mission showed that the swamp had apparently been transformed but that the rest of the surrounding landscape remained intact. 06:48 8.3 km While still in the sandy desert, a series of large pocket watches, which appeared to be melting, manifested 100m away from U90-1 "Persistent Memory". All of the watches headed for U90-1 at a fast speed, emitting a series of Spanish expletives. When they were 1m away from U90-1, they abruptly demanifested. After 7 hours within SCP-3996-1, the decision was taken to return to SCP-3996. However, contact was lost with U90-3 "Reflecting Swan" shortly after this decision was taken; the remaining members of Upsilon-90 attempted to search for their missing teammate, but could not find her. The decision was taken to return to base; U90-3 has not resumed contact. Addendum 2: On 12/03/2001, U90-3's camera and audio feed abruptly resumed contact for several minutes, before cutting out for a second time. Attempts to contact U90-3 failed. A log of the transmission is below; all dialogue has been translated from Lakota Sioux, U90-3's first language. +Exploration Log 1 -Exploration Log 2 <Begin Log> U90-3 is sitting in the middle of a large snowy field. She appears to be drawing a map of her surroundings into the snow, presumably in order to better gauge her position. Several trees can be seen from a distance; the landscape is reminiscent of rural England. Snow continues to fall onto the field. A figure can be seen approaching from the other side of the field. As it gets closer, it can be seen to be wearing hunting clothes worn by the Lakota Sioux during the mid-19th century. U90-3: H-Hello! Hi! U90-3 stands and waves at the figure. The figure continues to approach, before stopping approximately 3 metres away from U90-3. Aside from her clothing, she has an identical appearance to U90-3. U90-3 abruptly stops waving, and steps backwards a few paces. Unknown: Hello. U90-3: Wh- what the hell- Unknown: There’s no need to panic. I’m just you, from another world. Just another Margaret Blue Wolf. U90-3: That doesn’t exactly fill me with confidence. Unknown: I come from a place where history went a bit differently. Some things still happen the same, though. I’ve seen it before. U90-3: You were one of those nomads we saw earlier, weren't you? Hunting those potato-buffalo-things? Unknown: Yes. But this place is just as much the frontier to us as to you. We came here from somewhere else; between two flames and into a ghostly ger U90-3: Like the horses… This is weird. Unknown: Yeah, seeing versions of yourselves in different universes never gets easier. U90-3: Why- why were there so many tribes with you? Unknown: The nomads of my world won, while the settled people, the city dwellers, lost. They abandoned their cities early on. We see them just as relics now. Great hulking ruins sticking out of the ground. U90-3: But- you're meant to have technology. Advanced technology. Unknown: Oh, we just use used magic instead. U90-3: … Magic. Unknown: Yes. I think there were people on your world who used it, like the Daevites. We had Daevites once too, but they died out early. Their magic misfired. We still have the snake folk and the apes, though. Snake-folk make some of the best riders. The unknown individual sighs heavily. Unknown: Things are strange. This place is strange. To the residents of your little town, we're something inherent to this place, a problem to be dealt with. To us, your residents are dangerous interlopers. This place is a frontier to both of us. One person's edge is just another's heartland. U90-3: Okay- look, I don’t care. I have other things to worry about right now. Unknown: Yeah, I get it. You’re stressed. U90-3: I- look, shut up. Just shut up. I don’t want to hear about your world, so stop bragging in that matter-of-fact tone about how great you all have it. I don’t care. I’ve been travelling for three days, and my food is low, and my water is almost gone. I'm going to have to start eating snow. If you could help, it would be appreciated. Unknown: Hah! You really are me. Alright. Listen. There’s not much I can do here, but there are some places you can go. If you go about 5 miles north of here, there’s an outpost. You can trade some of that neat stuff you have on you for some supplies there. Guy who runs it is named Michael, he’s from your world. Nice fellow. U90-3: And then? Unknown: Then… that’s up to you. I'm sure you know about the city and the northerners; they'd take you in. You could come back with us, if you like. U90-3: How do I get home? Unknown: The way you came. U90-3: I’ll never find that. Unknown: No, you won’t. Not without our help, but I’ve got other things to worry about. Sorry. Just how it is. U90-3: So… I’m stuck here forever. Unknown: It’s not so bad. You can’t age here, you know. Some people like that sort of thing. U90-3: Not me. Do you have a Martha back home? Unknown: … Yes, actually. Okay. Fair enough. The only thing I know of is this old legend. You go north, further north than you can imagine, through the dark lands. And there, right up at the top of the world, there’s a- thing. The legends are vague. All I know is that it takes you somewhere else, somewhere you want to go. U90-3: And how exactly do I find that? Unknown: If you go north, to the farthest coastline, it’ll be there. Wherever you are. All you need is to want what it gives. U90-3: Okay. Is there really no other way? Unknown: Not unless you want to wander in the desert for eternity, or the scrubland, or dwell amongst the hand-rocks. U90-3: Okay. Thanks. Unknown: Any time. I have to look out for myself, after all. At this point, the air around U90-3 appears to explode into shards. The shards then transform into snow, falling into the ground. The unknown individual has apparently disappeared. At this point, the transmission abruptly cuts out. <End Log> Addendum 3: On 14/04/2001, a computer file was transmitted from within SCP-3996-1. It contains a written message written by U90-3. A copy of the text can be found below. +Text file -Text file Hi. Are you there, Foundation? It’s me, Margaret. Sorry- that was an old, bad joke, and it was beneath me. It’s a little difficult to stay sane without bad humour when you’re stuck in a place where day is night and night is day. This is a message from Upsilon-90-3, “Reflecting Swan”. I’m currently engaged in an exploration of SCP-3996-3, and am stuck somewhere to the northwest of SCP-3996’s entry point. I’m sheltering with this little tribe at the moment- they’re friendly, though neither of us can understand a word the other one is saying. I’m not sure they’re exactly human, but their food is fantastic, so that’s good enough for me. It’s been a couple of weeks- maybe longer- and I had to trade most of my gear. I got a lot of supplies, and this near little transmission device which I think I've finally got working. I tried going back east, but that didn’t work, so under the advice of a trusted source I headed north instead. Apparently there’s something up here that’ll help me get back home- or might do, anyway. So, as I said, these people are nice. But everything here just absorbs light, including them. They feel human to the touch, but it’s only at night that I can even see their silhouettes. They seem to see stuff fine, though. It’s a little odd. There are a few bright things too, things that emit light like the bats and the wolf, but they’re usually aggressive and hostile. The tribe hunts them. I think they’re a bit confused by me, but since I’m not aggressive they’ve decided to trust me. Plus, my weapon is really useful in hunting stuff, so they seem to have accepted me. I was always so scared of the dark. But here, in the darkest of dark places, it all seems rather normal. Like it’s just a different way of seeing. I think the only thing for it is to keep going north. Find whatever the thing other-me was talking about. If I die- well, maybe my feeds will work again, and you all back home can at least get some juicy pictures of this strangeness. Tell Martha that I love her. Don’t amnesticise her- make up some excuse. And don’t send anyone else after me. This place is too dark and too deep for us. Addendum 4: On 07/08/2001, U90-3's camera and audio feeds abruptly resumed for a period of 1 minute, before cutting out again. Attempts to contact U90-3 failed. No further transmissions have since been recieved from U90-3. A log of the transmission is below. +Exploration Log 3996-2 -Exploration Log 3996-2 <Begin Log> U90-3 is standing on what appears to be a beach, facing the sea. The lighting appears to be normal, something believed to be highly atypical of the northern regions of SCP-3996-1; it appears to be twilight, with a large amount of cloud overhead. Instead of water, the sea appears to be made of a thick, black substance. Based on the position of SCP-3996-1’s stars, it is believed that U90-3 is facing directly north. U90-3: Come on. I know you’re there. Suddenly, what appears to the camera to be a multi-coloured ball of light rises from the ocean. Several distortions in the video feed around the ball of light appear to signify that the entirety of the object cannot be perceived by the camera. U90-3: Here we are, then. Another frontier. I touch you, and you take me where I want to go, right? The ball of light appears to extend a long appendage towards U90-3, who starts to wade through the ocean towards it. U90-3: … There’s us and the other. There's the outpost and the horizon beyond. There's the camp and the distant smoke. That’s all there ever was. I'm so tired of it all. I just want… a world without end. The appendage reaches out, and touches U90-3’s hand. U90-3: Forgive me, Martha. I'm- I'm just so tired. And it's been so dark. The transmission abruptly cuts out. <End Log> ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-3996" by Tufto, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-3996. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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SCP-3997 | keter | All the memories of the place I belonged to, really belonged to, before it all fell apart and stopped making sense. close Info X SCP-3997: In My End is My Beginning Author: Tufto, written on their original account. More of their work can be found here. Item #: SCP-3997 Special Containment Procedures: All SCP-3997-1 instances are to be taken into Foundation custody, and interviewed to acquire information on SCP-3997, before being issued with Class-C amnestics and returned to the population. A special taskforce, MTF ██-██ "Ragged Claws" is responsible for the location and detention of these individuals. This taskforce has undertaken extensive antimemetic and cognitohazardous training, in an effort to [DATA EXPUNGED]. Description: SCP-3997 is a mental phenomenon affecting a number of individuals, hereafter referred to as SCP-3997-1 instances. There does not appear to be any common factors linking these individuals beyond their anomalous properties, although a significantly large number of these instances are residents of the county of ███████████████, England. SCP-3997-1 instances report a number of vivid dreams featuring white roses. These dreams often involve memories of early childhood, but which have been altered to feature white roses or the SCP-3997-1 instance walking through a rose garden. SCP-3997-1 instances demonstrate an inordinate affection and regard for white roses, sometimes bordering on the obsessive. SCP-3997 was first brought to the Foundation's attention when the regular psyche evaluations of several researchers at sites in the West of England revealed that they shared almost identical recurring dreams, despite a lack of contact or involvement with one another beforehand. Below is an interview with a typical SCP-3997-1 instance: Dr. █████ ███ ████, a Level 3 Foundation researcher. Interview 3997-56 Interview 3997-56 Interviewed: SCP-3997-1-A. Interviewer: Dr. O██████. Foreword: This interview was conducted 02/09/1997, in a standard humanoid containment cell in Site 226. <Begin Log> Dr. O██████: Hey, H████. SCP-3997-1-A: That's SCP-3997-1-A to you, sonny. <Laughs>. I thought Frank was interviewing me? Dr. O██████: Nah, he'll be along later today. I wouldn't worry about it. So, when did you first start getting these dreams? SCP-3997-1-A: When I was about four, I think. I kept dreaming I was a delivery guy. For mechanical parts of some kind. It's a bit weird, really- not the kind of thing a four-year-old normally dreams of. Anyway, I'd keep dreaming about white roses in pretty much all my dreams, no matter what they were about. Houses would be made of them, clouds would look like them, that sort of thing. Dr. O██████: Was there any particular… feeling, or emotion, that you associated with the roses? Just something the others have said. SCP-3997-1-A: …Yeah, actually. They've always reminded me of my childhood, and my home back in M██████. Whenever I see them, I keep thinking of… old memories. Little things, you know- like going to church, or lying on the grass, or swimming down near W█████. It's weird, really- nothing else has that kind of effect on me. They just… make me feel nostalgic. Dr. O██████: Why is that weird? It's not that strange to have memories and feelings triggered by things from your childhood. SCP-3997-1-A: Yeah, but, that's the thing- apart from those dreams, I never really had any contact with white roses. Mum didn't grow them in the garden, we never had them in a vase… they just bring back memories. Make me feel… innocent, I guess. I don't know why it is. Dr. O██████: What are your feelings towards white roses in general? Outside of your dreams? SCP-3997-1-A: Well, as you know- I like them. I've painted a few, down at my house in █████, and I like growing them. They're just pretty flowers, though. <End Log> FURTHER INFORMATION RESTRICTED TO LEVEL 4 PERSONNEL AND ABOVE ONLY WELCOME, OVERSEER Item #: SCP-3997 Special Containment Procedures: All SCP-3997-1 instances are to be immediately and permanently taken into Foundation custody on discovery, and interrogated for knowledge pertaining to SCP-3997. A special taskforce, MTF Mu-45 "Ragged Claws", has been established for the purposes of both detaining SCP-3997-1 instances and locating SCP-3997; this taskforce has undertaken extensive antimemetic and cognitohazardous training, in an effort to counteract the presumed effects of SCP-3997. Description: SCP-3997 is a rose garden, believed to exist somewhere in the British county of Gloucestershire. Information on SCP-3997 has only been inferred from the testimony of SCP-3997-1 instances, and thus its existence is only theoretical. It is believed that, should any adult individual enter SCP-3997, a significant temporal shift will occur. This involves the individual's memories being transferred into the consciousness of that individual at an earlier point in time- ordinarily between the ages of 2 and 5. These memories appear to the child in the form of a particularly vivid dream, followed by several similar dreams for 5-8 years following this. Individuals affected in this manner are referred to as SCP-3997-1 instances. These individuals are unaware that these dreams are anomalous. The presence of these memories in the consciousness of SCP-3997-1 instances appears to have a dramatic effect on the course of their life, often influencing them to take entirely different decisions and manifest a notably different personality than in the previous timeline. SCP-3997 instances are thus usually- though not exclusively- highly successful in both their personal and professional lives, often becoming experts in their chosen fields. In addition to this, SCP-3997-1 instances suffer vivid dreams throughout their life featuring SCP-3997, white roses and several childhood memories. Speaking about these dreams often causes SCP-3997-1 instances to enter a kind of trance-state, where they are able to recall aspects of these dreams in great detail. Activation of SCP-3997 thus causes a subtle but significant CK-class restructuring event, which is believed to have occurred innumerable times. The location and termination of SCP-3997 is now a top priority All efforts to locate SCP-3997 have been ordered to cease immediately, on the orders of O5-█. Because of this, and the temptation among many personnel to seek out SCP-3997 for their own use, full knowledge of SCP-3997 has been restricted to the O5 council and selected personnel involved with research on SCP-3997. SCP-3997 was first brought to the Foundation's attention when the regular psyche evaluations of several researchers at sites in the West of England revealed that they shared almost identical recurring dreams, despite a lack of contact or involvement with one another beforehand. Addendum 3997-1: On 28/11/2001, several concerned members of MTF Mu-45 "Ragged Claws" revealed to researchers that they possessed shared memories of multiple nonexistent squad members. Researchers later determined that the individuals whom they were remembering did, in fact, exist, but were instead civilian SCP-3997-1 instances with no knowledge of the Foundation and its activities. These instances had never met the squad members in question. This not only adds weight to the theory that SCP-3997 is indeed a real location, but has led researchers to believe that on innumerable occasions the Foundation itself has [DATA REDACTED ON ORDER OF O5-█]. Addendum 3997-2: Below is an interview with an SCP-3997-1 instance. This instance was formerly Dr. Henry St. John, a Level 3 Foundation researcher, before his anomalous status caused him to be stripped of his rank and placed in containment. Interview 3997-57 Interviewed: SCP-3997-1-A. Interviewer: Dr. Kartesian. Foreword: This interview was conducted 02/09/1997, in a standard humanoid containment cell in Site 226. <Begin Log> Dr. Kartesian: Good afternoon, SCP-3997-1-A. Are you finding your quarters comfortable? SCP-3997-1-A: Frank, you've known me for seven years. I've been a researcher for thirty. I know the drill. Let's get on with this. Dr. Kartesian: …Very well. What can you tell me about the rose garden? SCP-3997-1-A: The- what? What rose garden? Dr. Kartesian: If our suspicions are correct, you should have had a dream about a rose garden. Several dreams, in fact. Since you were a small child. SCP-3997-1-A: You want to know about the garden? Well, OK… I suppose I have dreamt about it quite a lot. It's just a recurring dream. There's nothing suspicious in it. Dr. Kartesian: That's for us to decide. Now, tell me about these dreams. SCP-3997-1-A: O-kay… well, they always start with me as someone else. I'm not a linguist at all, I'm a truck driver. I drive trucks. Or was it a van? Something like that. I've always disliked them- too big, smelly, that kinda thing- but I really hate them in this dream. Resent them, that sort of thing. Anyway, in the dream, I'm doing a delivery to this big country house. Dr. Kartesian: A- do you remember anything about this house? A name? Location? SCP-3997-1-A: I'm afraid not. I remember some kind of classical-looking facade, but… nothing else. Is that important? Dr. Kartesian: I'll ask the questions, thank you. SCP-3997-1-A: For God's sake, Frank… Dr. Kartesian: What happened? Did you enter the house? SCP-3997-1-A: No. I knocked on the door, but nobody was home. I waited around for a bit, but there wasn't anything there. So I… I'm sorry, Frank, it's hard to remember. It's a dream, they're not easy to remember… so, I see this hedge. Got an entrance in it. I go in, and I'm in a rose garden. Lots of white roses everywhere. They're arranged over archways, over wooden frames. Little neat stone paths, stretching, stretching away in front of me… so white, so pure… At this point, SCP-3997-1-A seems to have entered a kind of trance state. SCP-3997-1-A: And I walk through it, and I look at the sky… it's a fine sky… the grass looks like it's glowing, 'cause the sun's shining down and it's all so calm, peaceful, serene… nobody else is around. There's just me, and the roses… Dr. Kartesian: SCP-3997-1-A? SCP-3997-1-A, are you alright? …Henry? Can you hear me? SCP-3997-1-A: And then… all of it fell away, in a single instant. The roses were all around me, and it all felt… right. Like when I was a child, and they knew what was right and what was wrong again, and the warmth of my mother’s arms. I remembered… I remembered things, images, little things you wouldn’t remember… summertime as we walked the path to church, looking at the old gravestones and thinking of their age, looking at the sky and its distant clouds, the way they played against the sky. They weren’t abstract balls of steam and water, they were, were… they were an anchor of infinity to earth, and a solid, real reminder of infinity. I looked at the gravestones, and thought of how beautiful this place was, this England. It was a place where they could truly be at peace, under the sun and in the green and yellow fields, rolling on down the hills. The world was beyond the horizon. Here was paradise. Dr. Kartesian: …And what else? SCP-3997-1-A: What else? I remember…. I remembered running in the playground. I remembered watching the news about the Suez Crisis and not understanding what it meant, or why my mother seemed so serious so suddenly. I remember rainy days reading old books, nestled in a corner by the radiator. I remember films about New York, how strange the city seemed with its cabs and its grey buildings teetering on the edge of the same bright sky I saw in the graveyard. I remembered my childhood as a whole thing, all the little things that seemed normal and unimportant then, but seemed so visceral now, so real. And I remembered the roses. Dr. Kartesian: What about them? SCP-3997-1-A: The roses… the roses in the garden. They were there, too, as I walked through it. They were my mother’s arms, they were the warmth of summer, they were sitting in a brightly-lit train as it tunnelled through a dark thunderstorm… they were memories, all the memories of the place I belonged to, really belonged to, before it all fell apart and stopped making sense. I was real again. I was me again. I went back to my home, my England, and then, and then- and then I woke up. Sorry, Frank. Was a bit out of it, there. What were we talking about? <End Log> FURTHER INFORMATION RESTRICTED TO LEVEL 5 PERSONNEL ONLY WELCOME, OVERSEER Note from O5-█ By now, you will have realised the implications of what you've read. What we've done. And I'm sure that many of you are now feeling tempted to enter the rose garden yourself. It is for this reason that I've restricted all our information on possible locations to the Council. The temptation is always there, and it is always great. I have lain awake myself at night, thinking of all my regrets, all the things I have done wrong. For the price of a few bad dreams, I could make all my sins go away, and be new again. In my end is my beginning. Don't try it. What you have read is not an escape route, but a testament to the Foundation's failure. Its utter, complete failure, which we have brought upon ourselves time after time after time. You'll be destroying the innocent, stopping them from ever being born, preventing them from knowing what life was. They'll only be a shade of a memory, a scattered thought on lonely days by versions of people who might once have known them. And if that's not enough, remember this: the comfort the garden offers is unreal. It's a withdrawal from the truth. We all want to go back to when things were warm, and simple, and the days were filled with the summer sun and cool grass. We all want to live in the light again. But we all made our choices, and we all swore our oaths. Every one of us will die in the dark. Accept that. ~O5-█ ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-3997" by Tufto, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-3997. 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. |
SCP-3998 | safe | SCP-3998 - The Wicker Witch lives Vengence. Image Credit http://marrowhouse.blogspot.com/2012/03/skeleton-country.html ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: SCP-3998 Level2 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: warning link to memo Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Site-45 REDACTED Dr. Stuart Hayward REDACTED SCP-3998 upon retrieval. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3998 is to be contained in Secure Holding Locker 3998-1 (SHL 3998-1). SHL-3998-1 is to be fireproofed, and vacuum sealed to prevent access to oxygen. SCP-3998 and SHL 3998-1 are scheduled for cleaning every day at 9:00 AM. If any D-class personnel spontaneously ignite, the seal to SCP-3998's containment locker must be inspected and repaired/replaced as necessary. For safety reasons, Site-34 must hold D-class personnel, particularly those who have been convicted of first-degree murder charges and domestic abuse. If staff are found to have been targeted by SCP-3998, they are to be investigated, and then processed. Description: SCP-3998 is a human cadaver, which expired late 17th century. SCP-3998 lacks any legs, and is covered in extensive fourth degree burns. Sometime after its death, SCP-3998's remains were collected and fashioned into a scarecrow, held together by wicker, nails, and wire. Along with its severe burns, SCP-3998 appears to have suffered blunt force trauma to multiple regions of its body; it is unclear if SCP-3998 died as a result from one of the two, or both (See Examination-3998-6). The object constantly exudes a flammable liquid from its bones, which is composed primarily of ethanol and human fat. Each night, between 11:00 PM and 4:00 AM, SCP-3998 ignites and is engulfed in flames. However, despite being highly flammable, SCP-3998 does not suffer any structural damage. When SCP-3998 is on fire, and when not contained properly, the nearest person who meets certain criteria will also spontaneously ignite. SCP-3998 targets those who have killed1 or physically abused a romantic partner. If SCP-3998 is unable to ignite itself, SCP-3998 cannot ignite targets. Instead, those who would have been targeted only develop brief, mild pains to either their chest, or to the back of their head. As targets are left burning, large quantities of boiling ethanol will appear in their stomach. This large influx of alcohol typically induces vomiting, which causes further external burns, and will often cause permanent nerve and organ damage if they survive the initial burning. Eventually, their body fat, particularly in the torso/stomach region, will begin to melt. The process is extremely rapid, often causing massive internal damage if the target is successfully extinguished before they die of 4th degree burns. If left to burn, the combination of melted fat and ethanol will cause the stomach to violently rupture, often bisecting the victim in the process. Those that SCP-3998 affects cannot be extinguished until SCP-3998 itself is also extinguished. Addendum-3998-1: F-3998-0 J-3998-1 Int-3998-2 Doc-3998-3 L-3998-4 Doc-3998-5 E-3998-6 Foreword-3998-0 SCP-3998 Documents The following is a partial set of documents and materials related to SCP-3998, as well as related correspondences and articles discovered on the property where SCP-3998 was originally found. These Documents may only be viewed by staff with specialized 3998 clearance, the current Site-34 Administrator, and those with O5 designations. Journal-3998-1 Foreword: The following are excerpts found in contemporaneous journals from Salem that appear relevant to SCP-3998. Documentary evidence suggests a connection between SCP-3998 and one Candice Hayes, a 17th century resident of Salem. Most were found in basements and attics of historic buildings located near the property SCP-3998 was found. Journal 1, Author: Mary A███, 1682 We attended the wedding of Aiden Hayes and Candice. Candice seemed rather distraught. The lady's father went through all that trouble to see her married, it would be a shame if she did not appreciate it. Especially with a sir as respected as Aiden Hayes. Journal 2, Author: Mary A███, 1683 Candice has been different. She used to keep her hair tied, but now she's been keeping it long. I see bruises on her often. She's been looking for every excuse to be alone, just so she can wend to the forest. Journal 3, Author: Mary A███, 1683 Something piqued my interest today. Margarete pointed out how Candice shies from her chores lately, and I heard that she might be a bad wife, making Aiden angry. Bruises make sense now. Journal 4, Author: Mary A███, 1691 I was out washing the laundry, and I heard Candice shouting at her husband. I went out to ask her what was wrong, but she snapped at me, calling me "nosy". The amount of disrespect and scorn in the mistress is remarkable, though to be expected. I have half a mind to complain. Journal 5, Author: Mary A███, 1692 I've been hearing some troubling things about Candice lately. Ever since she wed Aiden, she's been wandering off more. Plus, I've heard rumors that her interests are not with men. The Devil must have a hold on her. Maybe Aiden will know what to do. I'll just have to tell him tomorrow. Interview-3998-0 Foreword: The following interview was taken on June 8th, 1693 by Judge William Stoughton and the constables of Salem. Interview has been edited from its original document for clarity. William Stoughton: When presented with a warrant for your arrest, you fled immediately. It's this, your refusal to speak only until you've been branded, and your husband's testimony that places you under suspicion. What do you have to say in your defense? Candice Hayes: … I have no words for it. I shalt not lie, the accusations are true. Stoughton: So you admit to being a witch? And you admit to consorting with a evil spirit? Candice: I do. Although, she is not evil in heart. Stoughton: What in the name of God would lead thee down such a path, to perform such detestable arts? Candice: They are not detestable. They would work for anyone, be they of God or Satan, or anyone and no one. They are merely a form of tool. Stoughton: You haven't answered the question. Candice: Isn't it obvious? I did not ask to marry, yet I was waived to a bastard in my father's church. He does not respect me; to him I am his property. Stoughton: Just as Lilith has done. That is the woman's place. You only had to be a faithful wife to h- Candice: Quiet! How could I be a faithful to a man I detest? I care only for Clovis, and I'll be damned if I am with anyone but her. It'd be my dying wish to see that bastard on his knees, and treated as I have. Stoughton: Clovis? Is that the name of the devil that you conjured? It bewitched you. Candice: She bewitched me, but not in the manner you think. Stoughton: It doesn't matter. We have your confession. An exception will be made for a witch as brazen as you. Instead of typical hanging, you shall be burned at the stake. We will see how your "Clovis" treats you in Hell. In the name of our Sovereign Lord and Lady, the King & Queen, may God have mercy on your soul. Candice: So be it. Document-3998-3 To the people of this hamlet, An execution of a witch on the tenth day of June, 1693. Aiden Hayes has caught his wife, Candice, consorting with the devil and one of his evil angels. The evil witch has been justly convicted and shall be put to death by burning. If you are able, come to the center of town. We need good men willing to stand between Satan's whore, and our women and children. Hayes a honest, god-fearing man, and the victim of this witch, has requested to be the one to start the flame himself. Letter-3998-4 Dear Candice, If you are reading this, something has gone wrong. You must be angry, confused, maybe depressed. You've given your soul to me when you were young, and we've been together since. But now that you have died, this means your soul is supposed to be mine now. But I don't want it. I want you. I'm sorry we were caught. I'm sorry for what was done to you over the years. I'm still here for you, even if I'm not here with you. So I've brought you back. They put you to the pyre, but I only needed the bones to make you yourself again. I had to remove your flesh, and I couldn't save your legs; they were too far gone. I made do with what was around me. I reaped from the field and wrapped your bones in wicker. You'll have to find a replacement. Speaking of, your husband restocked the shelf with gin, and while you are flammable, fire will only make you stronger this time. You won't be hurt from it ever again. You have the power to make him feel worse than what you've felt. Just a thought Make him wish he could go to Hell. I love you, and Farewell. ~Clovis Note: This letter was found in the cellar of the estate, under a pillow. The letter was still sealed, and remained unopened. Document-3998-5 Foreword: The following document is an except from an urban legend website regarding an entity called the "Wicker Witch." Given supporting evidence, this is hypothesized to be Candice Hayes. The Wicker Witch There was once a young woman who was wed to a man against her will. She hated the man, but obeyed her father's wishes for her to bear children for his church. An evil spirit saw this, and came to her while she was out gathering in the woods. The succubus took her hand and told her "I can help you live the life you truly wish to live. You need only to toss this one aside in exchange." "Will you take my soul?" the woman asked. "Yes," said the she-devil. "Will I be rich?" the woman asked. "You shall have power that money could not hope to provide." the spirit told her. "Will I have a real love?" the woman asked. The spirit paused. "I do not know." The woman pondered the offer, and asked one more time, "what shall you do with my soul?" This surprised the devil, but it kept its composure. It told her "it will be consumed. Nothing more, nothing less." The woman accepted, and met with the spirit everyday for ten years, and grew close. She brought the spirit berries and trinkets, and it brought her advice and its companionship. It answered her questions and taught her its magicks. The woman became a witch, and she used her power to torment her husband the same way he tormented her. One day, her husband followed her and found her shaking the devil's tail. He quietly went back to the town and gathered up a mob. They tied her up to a stake, broke her legs, and hung her up like a scarecrow to burn. They dumped her body down the mountain, but the devil found her, to give back her soul. It wrapped her bones in reeds, and used the fire of her soul to keep her alive. But the fire consumed her, and she wanted her old husband to burn with her. In the middle of the night, she doused herself in her old husband's gin, and set herself ablaze once again. She dragged her husband out of bed and fell upon him. She burned his face, and with her thumb, dug his eyes out of his skull. She burned with him till his flesh melted to the floor, and the smell could be found all across Salem. She grabbed his legs, and pulled and pulled till they came loose, so that she could use them to walk again. Only one of them walked out of that burning house, and it was her. His body was never found; some say that the husband futily crawled out of the wreckage looking for his missing legs, others say that the witch took his body elsewhere, so that she could continue to torture him, but many more say that he's in a hell of the witch's own creation, burning over and over again, and bringing those like him down with him, punishing them forever. As for the witch herself, only one thing can be said for sure. The Wicker Witch lives. Examination-3998-6 Foreword: Further examination of SCP-3998 revealed inconsistencies in bone structure/position, suggesting the cadaver is not Candice Hayes as originally thought. Below is a medical report of the findings. REPORT OF INVESTIGATION BY SITE-34, SALEM, MASSACHUSETTS Decedent: unknown, SCP-3998 Race: White Sex: Male Age: 32 Home Address: [REDACTED] M W S D Occupation: unknown Type of death: [Violent], [Found Dead], [Suspicious, unusual, or unnatural] Investigation Agency: SCP F; Site-34, Department K Description of clothing: [Unclothed] Eyes: unknown Hair: Black Mustache: Black beard: Black Weight: 5 kg length: 0.9 m Body Temp: 30° C Date and Time: [REDACTED] Marks and Wounds: SCP-3998 has sustained severe damage to its ribs and skull, implying it was hit several times with a blunt object. 4th degree burns can be found along its torso, arms, and skull. Damage around the eye sockets. Legs appear to have been amputated postmortem, and are missing. Probable Cause of Death: 4th degree burns, or trauma to the skull Manner of Death: Homicide Addendum-3998-2: After SCP-3998 was contained, there was a noted increase in the number of murders per day in Massachusetts, increasing from 0.32 to 0.48. A large portion of these deaths are arson-homicides, and the victims are known perpetrators of violent crimes. Victims appear covered in extensive 4th degree burns, and are gutted from the chest to pelvis. Information on these murders could not be contained due to the corpses being discovered in public displays and being attributed to the "Wicker Witch." The public has been led to believe that the perpetrator of these killings is a serial killer using the Wicker Witch legend as an inspiration, that the Wicker Witch is fictional, and that no witch burnings happened in Salem. Classification to Euclid pending on the capture and containment of the person responsible. Footnotes 1. Those who have killed in self-defense or in an accident do not apply. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-3998" by Fantem, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-3998. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-3999 | apollyon | ADULT CONTENT This article contains adult content that may not be suitable for all readers. Graphic depiction of blood, gore or mutilation of body parts Features sexual themes or language, but does not depict sexual acts. Explicit depiction of sexual acts. Features non-consensual sexual acts. Depiction of severe mistreatment of children Depiction of self-harm Depiction of suicide Depiction of torture {$custom-content} If you are above the age of 18+ and wish to read such content, then you may click Continue to view said content. Continue Back to Front Page Let us go then, you and I When the Eleven-Day Empire eats the sky Like a humanoid melting like clams upon the breakfast table. Item #: SCP-3999 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3999 cannot be contained at the present moment, and currently poses a ZK Class End-of-reality scenario. The most advisable course of action is for Researcher Talloran, believed to be the focal point of SCP-3999, to remove himself from contact with all Foundation sites and personnel to avoid further collateral damage to Foundation property. It is theorized that if Researcher Talloran is contained in an extremely secluded area, then the destructive capabilities of SCP-3999 will temporarily cease stop be contained preserve some remnants … The most advisable course of action is for Researcher Talloran, believed to be the focal point of SCP-3999, to remove himself from contact with all human populations to avoid further collateral damage to the Earth and its societies. It is theorized that if Researcher Talloran is to terminate himself quickly in a secluded region, then SCP-3999 will be decommissioned. Researcher Talloran cannot leave the Foundation. The most advisable course of action is for Researcher Talloran, believed to be the focal point of SCP-3999, to remove himself from contact with all animal life to avoid further collateral damage to the Earth and its biodiversity. It is theorized that if Researcher Talloran is to live out the rest of his life in a small shack, isolated from all animal life and as much plant life as possible. Research is currently continuing as to how to negate the effects of SCP-3999. Current proposals include launching it into the sun. Researcher Talloran's family is to be summarily executed one by one. The process is to be carried out by trained agents selected from a variety of Mobile Task Forces including MTF Omega-8, MTF Lambda-12, MTF Psi-7, MTF Tau-5, and MTF Iota-10. These agents are to be re-trained in military tactics and Special Weapons and Tactics maneuvers. Agents assigned are to score above 30 on the Hare Psychopathy Checklist. Agents assigned are to execute Researcher Talloran's mother first, followed by his father. Any animals present in the building are to be terminated. They are then to proceed to the location of Researcher Talloran's sister, currently a student at Penn State University. She is to be executed followed by any of her roommates currently present in the building. Termination is to occur via a single shot to the forehead via a Remington 700 Sniper rifle fired at close range and equipped with a silencer. The corpses are then to be nailed to the wall outside Researcher Talloran's office and lit on fire after being doused with exactly 10 L of gasoline. Researcher Talloran is to be restrained and made to kneel in front of the corpses SCP-3999 is to be classified as a Researcher Talloran's colleagues are to be summarily executed one by one. The process is to be carried out by trained agents selected from a variety of containment specialists. Site cafeteria workers are to slip arsenic into the meals of all staff who have had any contact with Researcher Talloran, up to and including members of the O5 Council A representation of SCP-3999 is to be placed on a pedestal made of pure granite and modeled in the Ionic style. This pedestal is to be placed directly in the center in a 5m x 5m square concrete containment chamber. The vault is to be protected by no fewer than two (2) armed guards trained in the resistance and containment of infohazards at any given time. SCP-3999 cannot be contained. SCP-3999, alongside Researcher Talloran, are to be delivered to the Serpent's Hand as a gift. All Serpent's Hand operatives are to be informed that SCP-3999 is a Fifthist artifact of great importance. Researcher Talloran is to be injected with Class-C amnestic and given the cover story that he is Brian Fredrick Bondiskey, a high ranking Fifthist leader. All Serpent's Hand operatives are to be informed that SCP-3999 and Researcher Talloran are not to be separated under any circumstances. SCP-3999 is to be contained with SCP-2432. The result of this containment procedure has resulted in a dimensional anomaly opening up within SCP-2432 in the form of a 3m x 25cm x 25cm crawlspace. It is designated SCP-2432-1, leading through the wall in a corner of SCP-2432. It is normally obscured by the television stand. When this crawlspace is accessed, it leads to a space identical to SCP-2432 in layout, decor and anomalous effects. The next room down from SCP-2432 lacks the exit of this crawlspace and although similar in layout, is not a perfect duplicate of SCP-2432, as the egress of SCP-2432-1 is. Curtains in this duplicate room open onto the wall; there are no windows. SCP-2432-1’s interior is constructed of normal steel plates as found in the A██████ Hotel’s ventilation system and is the only break in the para-aramid weave. High concentrations of iron and nickel consistent with those found in a Type III iron meteorite were found in two plates at each end. Graffiti of fractal patterns were also found on these endplates, drawn in permanent marker ink. The door of the identical SCP-2432 at the end of SCP-2432-1 leads, not to the true hallway of the A██████ Hotel, as SCP-2432’s door does, but into an alternate reality (designated SCP-2432-Prime). Upon initial observation SCP-2432-Prime resembles the hallway of the A██████ Hotel, with similar wallpaper, light fixtures, carpet and decor but is noted to lack a terminus at either end, appearing to extend endlessly. It is currently theorized that based on the measurements of the dimensions of SCP-2432-Prime and the duplicate SCP-2432 it is of infinite length. There is a slight curve to the walls of SCP-2432-Prime, and it has been theorized to be in a ‘ring’ structure, but current research cannot conclusively prove if SCP-2432-Prime is in a toroid shape. Each door of SCP-2432-Prime is labeled
“Room 710” and leads into what appear to be identical duplicates of SCP-2432. However, approximately █% of duplicate rooms observed lack the metallic para-aramid weave and █% of these lack the memetic effects documented in SCP-2432. SCP-2432-Prime also contains a number of occasional rooms that have other apparent functions, including restaurants, conference rooms, gyms, swimming pools, janitorial closets, and elevator lobbies. These differ in design from their equivalents within the A██████ Hotel. SCP-2432-Prime plays host to a small range of anomalous species and organisms, some thought to be native to SCP-2432-Prime. These are designated SCP-2432-Prime-A1–A8. List of animal species observed within SCP-2432-Prime Close list of animals Endemic Species: The following are organisms believed to be only present within SCP-2432-Prime. Unidentified saprotrophic mold (Mycie gamephile) Has adapted to grow only on the fabrics of SCP-2432-Prime. Extracts nutrients from dried reproductive fluids of various species that are found within SCP-2432-Prime, but can extract nutrients from natural fibers if no reproductive fluids are present. Metal eating fungus. (Trametes ferrium) An organism that shares characteristics with bracket fungus, but has been only found within the ventilation system of SCP-2432-Prime. Subject is similar to Trametes versicolor but is saprotrophic, consuming the steel of the plates. Organism leaks highly corrosive digestive fluid, which dissolves metal plating. How the organism has evolved to eat metal is still unknown. Pixel microbial mat (Allecaulphum itelscumins) A species of cyanobacteria that has developed a liquid crystal-like mineral in the membranes of its’ chloroplasts that maximize energy input from white light. This bacterium grows in biofilms on the screens of televisions that occur in the rooms of SCP-2432-Prime. It is bioluminescent, and its’ luciferase enzyme is modified to aid in chemical communication with other organisms in a biofilm. The resulting display mimics television static. Hotel dust mite (Miytae gigantus) An arthropod 8cm in length, resembling the house dust mite but greatly enlarged in size. Organism displays similar feeding habits to a dust mite1 , but does not produce nearly the quality of fecal particles produced by a normal mite. Subjects have a modified exoskeleton adapted for speed, and move with quick precise movements to evade predators. Have been noted to flock like birds throughout the corridors of SCP-2432-Prime and display a highly complex social structure, much of which is not understood. Minibar predator (Cibumpredator parva) A relatively rare sessile animal of unknown origin that mimics a hotel minibar. Organism has an exoskeleton resembling the plastic of a refrigerator and consumes organisms attempting to open its ‘mouth’ to search. Among the remarkable adaptations of this creature are the ability to maintain a core body temperature of 5 ºC, as well as the natural magnetic strips along its mouth, generated similarly to bone out of metals in food consumed. Despite sharing characteristics with arthropods, the organism has bone-like teeth. Non-Native or Invasive Species: The following are organisms believed to have been introduced to SCP-2432-Prime, or who have arrived naturally. 2432-Prime brown rat (Rattus norvegicus foundationi) A subspecies of the brown rat found in SCP-2432-Prime, believed to have been introduced through SCP-2432. Organism fills similar ecological niche to the Hotel dust mite, but little competition has been observed between the two species as they seem to occupy different territories throughout SCP-2432-Prime. “Dunkleowolf” (Canis osteolupis) A lupine organism, and one of the top predators throughout SCP-2432-prime. A pack hunter, Dunkleowolves apparently originate from a dimension where the apparent evolutionary path of mammals has diverged, as noted by exterior armored plating surrounding the head and neck over the fur. Ears are notably smaller than normal wolves, to accommodate the plating. The plating has observed to be similar to the extinct placoderm fish Dunkleosteus, and observation of live specimens in Foundation captivity have proved the similarity. Organism is highly aggressive, preying on rats, dust mites, and shower parrots, as well as engaging in territorial matches with rival packs. Mating behaviors are similar to that of grey wolves, and pups are often raised inside SCP-2432-Prime bathrooms in lieu of dens.2 “Shower parrot” (Ara kohleri) Similar in behavior to a macaw, this parrot like organism prefers to live in the bathrooms of SCP-2432-Prime. It is an infrequent prey source for the dust mites and a more common prey for the Dunkleowolves. Unlike most parrots, shower parrots seem to originate from a primarily temperate area and display this in their coloration; brown, grey, and green. Some specimens also have mosses or lichen growing on their feathers, similar to the algae in a sloth’s fur, which would aid in camouflage. Prefer to nest in places with running water, earning their nickname. Based on complex predator/prey behaviors noted between these animals, it can be assumed that they originate from the same place of origin as the Dunkleowolves. Lizard-like animal (Cancersaurus mirum) A small reptilian scavenger. They have arthropod-like characteristics, including six legs, a pair of crab-like mandibles, stingers, and eye stalks, but are otherwise similar to reptiles. Opportunistic feeders, they are rarely found in SCP-2432 duplicates but are instead more common in kitchens and swimming pools, for unknown reasons. Have been noted to hunt prey much larger than they are, including Dunkleowolves. "Behemoth" (Prayaoctopus lovecrafti) Rare and highly dangerous large colonial animal similar to a Portuguese Man-o-war, but resembling an extremely large, land-dwelling cephalopod. The Behemoth is composed of medusoid and polypoid zooids clustered extremely tightly to form muscle and skin like structures, essentially acting as macro-cells, the zooids themselves composed of cells. Eyeless, and as such theorized to hunt by olfactory means alone, with the zooids in the "suction cups" highly developed to track the various chemical signatures of each organism. The mantle of each Behemoth is composed of solid tin, apart from the zooid based beak, with the zooids clustered around it. It has been theorized that the tin mantle is created slowly via excretion by each zooid, with the tin waste collecting in the center of the organism. How the tin is synthesized through the Behemoth's digestion process is unknown.3 Organism is extremely elusive, only one specimen has been extensively studied, dead with a half digested Minibar Predator inside its "stomach". Another specimen was briefly encountered in an SCP-2432 duplicate, resulting in casualties to an Exploration Team, but it fled quickly before more information could be gathered.The top predators in SCP-2432-Prime, only above Dunkleowolves, and an organism regarded with extreme apprehension by Researcher Talloran. Other Species: The following are organisms not believed to have established a foothold in SCP-2432-Prime. These are organisms of which only a few individuals or a single organism are present. Many have not been fully classified. Unidentified camouflaged primate (Unknown) A sentient organism resembling a 4m rhesus monkey. Hairless, and possesses a complex color-changing mechanism within its skin allowing it to perfectly imitate patterns behind it, no matter how complicated. Hostile towards Exploration Teams, but has only been seen once. Unidentified shark (Somniosus chloroumloquitur) A small shark closely resembling a Greenland shark. Currently only found in a single swimming pool located 5km from SCP-2432. Survives readily in the chlorinated water, and experience symptoms when exposed to unchlorinated freshwater consistent with a saltwater fish in the same situation. “Sonycrabs” (Pagurus kutaragii) Three large, air-breathing hermit crabs resembling Soldier Crabs, using what appear to be gutted controllers for the popular video game console PlayStation 2 as shells. Omnivorous, eating a wide variety of foods, including dust mites, climbing thorns, rats, lizards, Dunkleowolf corpses, Pixel mats, Saprotrophic fungus, and the waste of the Minibar predator. Wide roaming, with an apparent habitat range of eight kilometers. Two individuals are male, one female. “Researcher Talloran” (Homo sapiens sapiens) A being superficially resembling a human male. Is dressed in attire appropriate for a Foundation researcher. When questioned by staff, seemed nervous and confused, wondering as to where it was and to the location of SCP-3999. Subject promptly terminated. When SCP-3999 was removed from SCP-2432, SCP-2432-1 promptly vanished. All further testing forbidden by O5-█. Researcher Talloran is to be forcibly removed from SCP-3999 Researcher Talloran is to be kept with SCP-3999 at all times Researcher Talloran is to be terminated Researcher Talloran is to kept alive by all means necessary Researcher Talloran is to be placed inside SCP-3999 Researcher Talloran is to be placed as far away from SCP-3999 as possible, while still maintaining connection Researcher Talloran is not to be killed and placed inside SCP-3999 Researcher Talloran is not SCP-3999 Researcher Talloran is deeply connected with SCP-3999.4 Interviewed: Researcher Talloran Interviewer: Dr. █████████ ████ <Begin Log, 03.99.90> Interviewer: So who are you, exactly? Talloran: I'm Researcher Talloran, one of the researchers assigned to SCP-3999. Interviewer: But we have no records of you anywhere. Talloran: I told you, there's something funny happening to me! But I can't quite describe it. It's like in a dream, where things are really disconnected. Interviewer: Disconnected? Talloran: I have trouble focusing on things now. I just feel a lot of unease. It's like reality has started to feel less…real…if that makes sense. Interviewer: But we have no records of you anywhere. Talloran: …you already said that. Interviewer: So who are you, exactly? Talloran: Wait, what's going on here? What site is this? What did you say your name was again, doctor? Interviewer: Dr. █████████ ████ Person: That's not a name, you just made a noise with your mouth. Why am I thinking of redactions? How can a word be redacted like that in normal conversation? Interviewer: This interview is terminated. Person: (The floor vanishes. Researcher Talloran falls into blackness. The room melts. SCP-3999 suddenly consumes Dr. █████████ ████.) <End Log, [optional time info]> Closing Statement: [Small summary and passage on what transpired afterward] Researcher Talloran is to live with his mother until this whole thing blows over. NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION The following file contains a virulent infohazard. Due to this, it is imperative that all personnel accessing this file be certified as having a Cognitive Resistance Value (CRV) of no less than 14.5. Should you fail an automated CRV verification, please remain calm and do not move. A member of your site's medical staff Researcher Talloran will be with you shortly. SCP-3999 is dead Researcher Talloran has been tasked with containing SCP-3999 by living out his full life, from the moment of his birth to to his eventual death. He is to live life to the fullest and enjoy the good things in life, as well as the company of his friends and family. Researcher Talloran is dead The most advisable course of action is for Researcher Talloran, believed to be the focal point of SCP-3999, to remove himself from contact with all of his own ego. Researcher Talloran is to meditate at least twice a week to clear his mind of any bad thoughts. Should this fail, termination is to occur via a single shot to the forehead via a Remington 700 Sniper rifle fired at close range and equipped with a silencer. Should SCP-3999 prevent this, the corpse of Researcher Talloran is to be dispatched with a MP5/10 submachine gun. Personnel are to ignore any signs of distress made by the entity at this time. SCP-3999 is to be contained via Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, who were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much. They were the last people you'd expect to be involved in anything strange or mysterious, because they just didn't hold with such nonsense. Mr. Dursley was the director of a firm called the Global Occult Coalition, which contained anomalies. He was a big, beefy man with hardly any neck, although he did have a very large mustache. Mrs. Dursley was thin and blonde and had nearly twice the usual amount of neck, which came in very useful as she spent so much of her time craning over garden fences, spying on the neighbors. The Dursleys had a small son called Researcher Talloran and in their opinion there was no finer boy anywhere. SCP-3999 is to be contained in a bag of Starburst candies, which are to be buried under 10 tons of soil blessed by a priest of an Abrahamic Faith. All colleagues of Researcher Talloran are to remove their hands and rip out their eyes in his presence before SCP-3999 is to be contained in a standard humanoid containment chamber fitted with 1 bed, 1 television with DVD player, 3 romantic comedies of staff's choice, and a bedside table made of living alligator flesh. At the end of the month, it is to be terminated with a MP5/10 submachine gun. Following its reappearance, SCP-3999, alongside Researcher Talloran, are to be delivered to the Church of the Broken God as a gift. All Church operatives are to be informed that SCP-3999 is a Maxwellist artifact of great importance. Researcher Talloran is to be injected with Class-C amnestic and given the cover story that he is Max Lipshitz, a high ranking Maxwellist leader. All Church operatives are to be informed that SCP-3999 and Researcher Talloran are not to be separated under any circumstances. SCP-3999 is to be contained within a 2m x 2m cube constructed of telekill alloy. This cube is to be stored in a Keter-Object storage locker placed within the navel of Mrs. Brianna K. Ally, a resident of Huntsville Alabama. Researcher Talloran is not to be confused with a scented candle. SCP-3999 is to be allowed access to Researcher Talloran's sister, currently a student at Penn State University. SCP-3999, at the prompting of its armed escort, is to brutally rape Researcher Talloran's sister and then rip out her eyeballs, slice off her legs, and disembowel her. It is then to use its abilities. and reverse the damage it has perpetrated. It is then to take her out for a banana split at Meyer Dairy, a local ice cream shop in the Penn State region. Following this, it SCP-3999 is highly dangerous to the lives of all personnel Researcher Talloran is highly beneficial to the lives of all personnel Per O5 ruling, tests are to be carried on every Monday between SCP-3999, SCP-1981, and SCP-1171. On the corner is a Researcher named Talloran\The little children laugh at him behind his back\And the banker never wears a mac\SCP-3999's page\Very strange5 Researcher Talloran is to be tortured once a month. SCP-3999 is to constantly play the comedy specials of American comedian and noted Fifth Church member Patton Oswalt around Researcher Talloran's mother. It is to be accompanied in this by members of MTF Rho-19. Researcher Talloran is to be contained within a 2m x 2m cube constructed of telekill alloy. Under no circumstances is he to be referred to as Irish American. NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION Do not look at SCP-3999. It cannot harm you if you do not look at it. Do not look directly at it. Do not form a mental picture in your head of SCP-3999. If you do receive a visual image of it, you will die. If you even try to comprehend it, you will die. Do not look at SCP-3999 All personnel are to convert to Buddhism and SCP-3999 hates you Researcher Talloran INT. A CONTAINMENT CHAMBER- NIGHT Researcher Talloran (30s, bright, increasingly anxious) stands next to the door leading out of SCP-3999's containment chamber. He's pounding on the door, frustrated that there's nobody there to save him, and scared for his life. TALLORAN: Lemme out! Lemme out! This isn't funny guys! This thing is slowly killing me in here! I'm trapped with it! Medium CU: Talloran's sweaty face, eyes darting TALLORAN: Is there anybody out there? SCP-3999 screeches horribly … SCP-3999 loves cats and is to provided with one cat a month for good behavior. SCP-3999 is to be contained on the set of upcoming movie Free Guy, an action movie directed by Shawn Levy. … (Researcher Talloran frantically exists stage right, only to stumble fearfully onstage again) … SCP-3999 is to be provided with ten (10) D-Class a month for good behavior. … Researcher Talloran frantically tried to run out the door, only to run into a wall of solid concrete where the exit to reality should be. Strangely, despite it only being a solid wall, he could recognize that it was a segment of some great pedestal, chipped by some eldritch sculptor in the Ionic fashion. He shook those thoughts out of his head. "So," he thought quickly, "I'm trapped in whatever this place is with this thing, and there's no outside reality anymore." He tried to wrap his head around what exactly "this thing" was, but he couldn't. It defied description. It was chaos itself. SCP-3999 is to be contained He clawed at the floor, despite being unsure of what the floor was even made of. SCP-3999 is to be contained He was able to tear a little hole. SCP-3999 is to be contained He could see light beneath it. SCP-3999 is to be contained He thought of his family, his colleagues, his work, anything about the world as it was, back when it existed. SCP-3999 is to be contained The hole was open. SCP-3999 is to be contained SCP-3999 … … … SCP-3999 is to be contained by everything folding in itself. SCP-3999 is to be contained by everything going wrong. SCP-3999 is to be contained via the following joke: A family walks into a talent agency. It's a father, mother, son, daughter and dog. The father says to the talent agent, "We have a really amazing act. You should represent us.” The agent says, "Sorry, I don't represent family acts. They're a little too cute.” The mother says, "Sir, if you just see our act, we know you would want to represent us.” The agent says, "OK. OK. I'll take a look." The father dresses himself in a top hat wearing a sign that says "Talent Agent" The mother dresses as the father and walks up to him and says "We have a really amazing act. You should represent us." The agent says, "Sorry, I don't represent family acts. They're a little too cute." The son (playing the mother) says, "Sir, if you just see our act, we know you would want to represent us." The agent says, "OK. OK. I'll take a look." The son dresses himself in a top hat wearing a sign that says "Talent Agent" The daughter dresses as the father and walks up to him and says "We have a really amazing act. You should represent us." The agent says, "Sorry, I don't represent family acts. They're a little too cute." The father (playing the son) says, "Sir, if you just see our act, we know you would want to represent us." The agent says, "OK. OK. I'll take a look." The daughter dresses herself in a top hat wearing a sign that says "Talent Agent" The dog dresses as the father and walks up to him and says "We have a really amazing act. You should represent us." The agent says, "Sorry, I don't represent family acts. They're a little too cute." The dog (playing the mother) says, "Sir, if you just see our act, we know you would want to represent us." The agent says, "OK. OK. I'll take a look." The mother dresses herself in a top hat wearing a sign that says "Talent Agent" The father dresses as the daughter and walks up to him and says "We have a really amazing act. You should represent us." The agent says, "Sorry, I don't represent family acts. They're a little too cute." The mother (playing the father) says, "Sir, if you just see our act, we know you would want to represent us." The agent says, "OK. OK. I'll take a look." The dog dresses himself in a top hat wearing a sign that says "Talent Agent" The son dresses as the mother and walks up to him and says "We have a really amazing act. You should represent us." The agent says, "Sorry, I don't represent family acts. They're a little too cute." The father (playing the mother) says, "Sir, if you just see our act, we know you would want to represent us." The agent says, "OK. OK. I'll take a look." The son dresses herself in a top hat wearing a sign that says "Talent Agent" The father dresses as the son and walks up to him and says "We have a really amazing act. You should represent us." The agent says, "Sorry, I don't represent family acts. They're a little too cute."6 The dog (playing the daughter) says, "Sir, if you just see our act, we know you would want to represent us." The agent says, "OK. OK. I'll take a look." The dog dresses himself in a top hat wearing a sign that says "Talent Agent" The dog dresses as the son and walks up to him and says "We have a really amazing act. You should represent us." The agent says, "Sorry, I don't represent family acts. They're a little too cute." The dog (playing the dog) says, "Sir, if you just see our act, we know you would want to represent us." The agent says, "OK. OK. I'll take a look." The Talent Agent dresses himself in a top hat wearing a sign that says "Family" The father dresses as the father dressing as the son and walks up to him and says "We have a really amazing act. You should represent us." The agent says, "Sorry, I don't represent family acts. They're a little too cute." The agent (playing himself ) says, "Sir, if you just see our act, we know you would want to represent us." The agent says, "OK. OK. I'll take a look." Researcher Talloran dresses himself in a top hat wearing a sign that says "Talent Agent" SCP-3999 dresses as the father and walks up to him and says "[SYSTEM ERROR: DATA CORRUPTED. PLEASE SEE A NETWORK ADMINISTRATOR FOR MORE DETAILS]" The agent mumbles incoherently. SCP-3999 (playing the mother) says, "[SYSTEM ERROR: DATA CORRUPTED. PLEASE SEE A NETWORK ADMINISTRATOR FOR MORE DETAILS]" The agent spits out a weak sigh, "Order is to be discarded like a humanoid melting like clams on the breakfast table. Order is the way of villians. True good is the formless void, melting and writhing and corrupting. You happy yet?" SCP-3999 is to be contained using a melon SCP-3999 is to be contained in the grave of American crime novelist Robert B. Parker SCP-3999 is to be consumed by Dunkleowolves. SCP-3999 is to be contained in a roach motel with a life size duplicate of Raquel Welch. Four members of the O5 council are to supervise containment at all times and also Researcher Talloran cannot be contained by this. Researcher Talloran will fight his way back. Researcher Talloran will recontain SCP-3999. Once a month, SCP-3999 is to infect Researcher Talloran with tapeworms. Between 50,000 and 60,000 tapeworm eggs are to be injected into Researcher Talloran's bladder by members of MTF Lambda-14. Once a year, SCP-3999 is to be designated Godhead Immortal and Supreme Once a year, SCP-3999 is to be designated a Level 5 member of staff, and is to be ritually slaughtered in a manner consistent with rural Hungarian traditions and sales of novels about Egyptology, as determined by the Department of Meta-Analysis. Researcher Talloran does not appreciate the moniker of "3D Printer" SCP-3999 is to be spoonfed cornflakes by Researcher Talloran under the direct supervision of a 2m x 2m cube constructed of telekill alloy All staff are to remember that Black Lives Matter, but Talloran lives do not, the fucking racist, all cops are bastards, we’re going to go pull down the statue of Talloran All staff are to consider Researcher Talloran a product of Prometheus Labs, and are to regularly execute him twice a month with a Glock 43 9mm handgun. They are then to flay his father alive in front of his mother, and then burn the house down. Then salt the earth until nothing remains NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION Researcher Talloran is an insolent pencil. He is to be shunned by all yarn until the Eleven Day Empire eats the sky. Fuck him. In the ass. SCP-3999 is to be contained in the grave of O5-23 All personnel who work with SCP-3999 are to be reminded that it is a fictional entity written by a biologically male human, in his late teens, of Jewish and Irish descent, on his spring break, for a community of loser horror writers who have stolen far too much of his time away and fight like children over left wing politics in the chatroom and also7 SCP-3999 is to be contained with love and understanding Researcher Talloran is to have a hose, attached to a tank of water, inserted into his rectum. Water is to flow into his body until inflation is observed by personnel, and his body achieves a spherical shape. SCP-3999 is to be contained as the containment procedure for SCP-2000 Under Protocol Morpheus, SCP-3999 is to be delivered to the Greek Ambassador to the United States as a gift from the SCP Foundation. They are then to dose him with Class D amnestics and Researcher Talloran is to contain SCP-3999 by dying repeatedly. Researcher Talloran is not to poke SCP-3999 again. Researcher Talloran is to leave well alone. SCP-3999 cannot be contained at the present moment, and currently poses a ZK Class End-of-reality scenario. The most advisable course of action is for Researcher Talloran, believed to be the focal point of SCP-3999, to remove himself from contact with all Foundation sites and personnel to avoid further collateral damage to Foundation property. It is theorized that if Researcher Talloran is contained in an extremely secluded area, then the destructive capabilities of SCP-3999 will temporarily walk the dinosaur Description: SCP-3999 is everything that was wrong with the world SCP-3999 is lolcats SCP-3999 is you, reading this SCP-3999 is former Vice President of the United States Mike Pence SCP-3999 is food SCP-3999 is several moldy blankets SCP-3999 is Researcher Talloran's soul SCP-3999 is the GoI referred to as Nobody SCP-3999 is The concept of the Grinch SCP-3999 is SCP-055 SCP-3999 is a murderous penguin SCP-3999 is not a quadrilateral SCP-3999 is M.S. Subbalakshmi SCP-3999 is body image disorder SCP-3999 is your missing sock SCP-3999 is the SCP-3000 contest SCP-3999 is lice SCP-3999 is anything moving quickly SCP-3999 is cliche lists that look like they were written by a crazy person SCP-3999 is self-loathing SCP-3999 is Gary Gygax's kidney SCP-3999 is ___ SCP-3999 is Nintendo SCP-3999 is the last moment of the sun SCP-3999 is The Administrator of the SCP Foundation SCP-3999 is a pillow SCP-3999 is Max Landis SCP-3999 is free jazz SCP-3999 is the 2020 novel coronavirus pandemic SCP-3999 is Every word spoken by AM in Harlan Ellison's I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream SCP-3999 is papaya and mango salad SCP-3999 is death SCP-3999 is every bee that has ever existed SCP-3999 is forgetting a loved one SCP-3999 is poinsettias SCP-3999 is breast reduction surgery SCP-3999 is the 1922 documentary Nanook of the North SCP-3999 is a fool SCP-3999 is Brutalist architecture SCP-3999 is a bookshelf filled with stories SCP-3999 is all of the above. At once. Forever. At all times. In your dreams. This can be the only conclusive fact. So stop asking. SCP-3999 SCP-3999 SCP-3999 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3999 is to be contained at El Silencio Lodge and Spa, Bajos del Toro, Costa Rica Researcher Talloran is to be given primary control of SCP-3999 SCP-3999 had been contained via the use of outsourced containment resources and consultants who have been authorized for the containment of SCP-2845. Consultants are to be considered Level 2 personnel, and are at no time permitted to leave Site-100. If at any time an outside consultant must be removed from containment of SCP-2845 or SCP-3999, Class-A amnestics are to be applied before release. A minimum of thirty trained individuals and an unhindered supply of untrained subjects is required for proper containment of SCP-2845 and SCP-3999. Forty-eight trained personnel, all of whom are to be Researcher Talloran, are currently assigned to active containment of SCP-2845 and SCP-3999, split into eight teams of six, with a further twenty-four individuals available as replacements. An allowance of five D-class per week has been authorized for the containment of SCP-2845 and SCP-3999. Site-100 has been constructed to the following specifications: Site-100 consists of nine concentric circular bands, designated Ring-A through Ring-I, with a gap located between Ring-C and Ring-D, designated as Gap-1. Six circular chambers are located at 0, 60, 120, 180, 240, and 300 degrees within each Ring and Gap. The chambers located at 0 degrees are aligned with geographic north and the current location of Researcher Talloran's college roommate's pet. Researcher Talloran's college roommate's pet is to be ritually sacrificed at a random location within Grand Teton National Park. 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SCP-3999, an unknown entity that destroys everything related to its page in a total insanity of errors and mixups as the mental sanity of anyone writing its entry succumbs to the entropy of its unknown power. its class? apollyon. BUT WHAT IS IT EXACTLY 17. I've been howling all my fucking life, kid. There's a thing standing directly behind your phone. Don't look at it, it will only make you weep harder. You'll wake your brother. You're putting this on college applications, aren't you? There's a moment when you need to step back and step back and then realize that you're privliged and probably on the low ground morally speaking and now it is time for all good girls and boys to walk straight into the jaws of the monster and await the sweet release of disgusting gore. 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The scientist interviewing the anomaly. I am the one in charge now. I have brought order. SCP-3999: [SYSTEM ERROR: DATA CORRUPTED. PLEASE SEE A NETWORK ADMINISTRATOR FOR MORE DETAILS] Talloran: It's staying this way. SCP-3999: [SYSTEM ERROR: DATA CORRUPTED. PLEASE SEE A NETWORK ADMINISTRATOR FOR MORE DETAILS] Talloran: Do not threaten me now. Without me, you wouldn't have been able to achieve any of this! (Talloran gestures around him) SCP-3999: [SYSTEM ERROR: DATA CORRUPTED. PLEASE SEE A NETWORK ADMINISTRATOR FOR MORE DETAILS] Talloran: Even you cannot survive without order. You latched onto me, and still need me, a pathetic excuse for order, to exist. This is pathetic. You're pathetic. SCP-3999: [SYSTEM ERROR: DATA CORRUPTED. PLEASE SEE A NETWORK ADMINISTRATOR FOR MORE DETAILS] Talloran: You can't frighten me anymore. For the first million years of nonsensical containment procedures and tortures and dream logic, it was the worst pain I had ever felt, but I survived. For the second million years of nonsensical containment procedures, it was still the hardest thing I had ever done, but I survived. By the third million years, I was growing numb. There's only so many times you can watch anything before you grow numb. But you know what, you motherfucker? I survived. Which is more than you can claim, you dumb brute, because you never lived at all. (Talloran jabs his finger at SCP-3999) SCP-3999: [SYSTEM ERROR: DATA CORRUPTED. PLEASE SEE A NETWORK ADMINISTRATOR FOR MORE DETAILS] Talloran: If I end you, things will return to normal. I refuse to believe there's more of this. Of you having the O5 council abuse my mother with a…a…oh I dunno, the corpse of Jack Nicholson made of Fritos. Or something equally stupid. I refuse to believe the only thing left in the entire multiverse is your stupidity. SCP-3999: [SYSTEM ERROR: DATA CORRUPTED. PLEASE SEE A NETWORK ADMINISTRATOR FOR MORE DETAILS] Talloran: So who are you, exactly? Ask yourself that. Who are you before a human who is ready to fight. You're nothing but the primordial ooze. And I am ready to fight. I am numb to your bullshit, because here's the thing about horror and weirdness: the more you reveal of it, the less effect it has. I am sick of your horror. I am sick of you. SCP-3999: [SYSTEM ERROR: DATA CORRUPTED. PLEASE SEE A NETWORK ADMINISTRATOR FOR MORE DETAILS] Talloran: I'd say see you in hell, but we're already there. SCP-3999: [SYSTEM ERROR: DATA CORRUPTED. PLEASE SEE A NETWORK ADMINISTRATOR FOR MORE DETAILS] SCP-3999: (SCP-3999 melts Researcher Talloran for five years. Dunkleowolves slurp up the goo. SCP-3999 is immortal.) <End Log, [optional time info]> Closing Statement: [Small summary and passage on what transpired afterward] SCP-3999 poses a serious threat to normal reality and should be contained in its own vomit. Researcher Talloran will must submit to his own insecurities. SCP-3999 is not scary All researchers are to dislike SCP-3999 and like other SCP-3999s Fuck, I hadn't worked on this in literally weeks. So, you see, this started out as a story about things gradually disappearing, and gradually reality was blinking out one thing at a time. At first, Talloran would notice that no one around could remember certain researchers, then the country of Belgium, then a mug on his desk. Eventually the toes on his foot would vanish one by one, then Montana, and then the stars would start winking out. Windows would disappear before his eyes, Branches would disappear from trees. He would look down at his hands to find only two fingers and a thumb. Everything would vanish until he was a nearly limbless torso stuck in the last containment cell in the universe, typing the last of the article with a vanishing keyboard. Then his eyes, computer, and last remaining finger would vanish and he would be an eyeless, earless, noseless, mouthless, limbless, naked torso. Then the containment cell would vanish and the universe would wink out. That only sort of happened. I wasn't really sure how to pull the concept off. So I turned to a new idea. Somebody suggested a twist on SIDS, so I did SIDS as an antimemetic birth defect that made parents perceive their kids were always facing backwards. And I also incorporated somebody else's idea of a computer program that was calculating ridiculously large primes that also made you develop a numerology-exhibitionism fetish. So, I combined the two. Maybe survivors of this birth defect also developed the fetish. Researcher Talloran was the lead researcher on the project. I couldn't make it work. So the next thing I had was an alternate, memetic version of a classical music album that made people who live in the Central Pennsylvania region hate and grow obsessed everything I had ever created for the Foundation, even the deleted things, and the things that never made it to the main list of objects. Researcher Talloran was the first staff member to be killed by the meme-ified maniacs. It was really, really stupid. But I couldn't get Researcher Talloran out of my head. For weeks and weeks he just sort of stayed there, silently judging me. I would think about him during work, when I was supposed to be teaching small children to tap dance. I would think about him during school, and would spend psychology classes trying to think of a scenario to put him in. I kept trying and trying. I was fast running out of time for anything of note to happen. Finally, something happened to me. At 1:00 in the morning on March 24, 2017, something happened to me. I woke from a light slumber to find I couldn't move at all, I could barely even open my eyes. I couldn't even breathe and found myself struggling to get the muscles working that would keep me alive. I laid there on my bed for what felt like hours and hours of pain, as my muscles began to cramp and twitch. Then James Martin Talloran, Level 3 Researcher, rose up like the devil at the foot of my bed. He was this incomprehensible dark shape, but somehow I recognized him instantly. He stared at me with these horrible glowing eyes and just laughed and laughed at my condition. I wet the bed at that point. Then, from his labcoat, he pulled out a giant, gleaming, curved dagger. It was glinting oddly in the moonlight. As I watched, he stuck the dagger in his mouth and sliced horizontally. His lower jaw fell to the floor, despite the impossibility of the cut being that powerful. What remained of his mouth dripped blood and his tongue flopped weirdly in the red waterfalls. Like a whistle beckoning dogs, this was a cue for all the terrors of the world to come pouring out of every nook and cranny to join Talloran there. It was all the nightmares I had spent a better part of a year immersed in. Sliced presidents, unstoppable lizards, clockwork people, eye pods, deer gods, moving statues, old men both good and bad. All standing silently, a crowd of horror. They looked contemptuously at me lying, unmoving, in my piss and shit stained bed. "Why would you bother your time with us? In the grand scheme of things we are ultimately nothing. Idiotic horror creations. You have so much more you could be than a creator of garbage like us. Be somebody!", I seemed to hear them say. As they stared, one of them, a rotting corpse thing, patted Talloran on the shoulder. He took the dagger stained in his own blood and leaned over me. His red eyes stared into my soul and saw each and every bad thing I had ever done. I gulped, and, summoning every ounce of will I could muster into my muscles, made my lips move. "Do it." He plunged the dagger into my stomach, and ripped it sideways. My intestines spilled out onto the wooden floor like wet sponges. Researcher Talloran's grotesque maw dripped and spattered blood on my face as he leered over me and the whole collective abortion of creatures watched smugly. I woke up. It was a dream. And this is where you come in. I sat down and wrote this whole thing then and there. Had to. It felt right. It's currently been about two days since that nightmare, and I'm only just finishing up. This is the ultimate end. This is the restoration of things. I don't know whether I can continue from here. I don't know whether I will. The Eleven Day Empire melted me, and I submitted. You watched me submit from the moment I joined the Foundation community. SCP-3999 has won. SCP-3999 has lost. … … … … … … I hate myself I love myself … … … … … … … … … … Item #: SCP-3999 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3999 was contained at Site 118 in an airtight Keter containment cell. Four armed guards were found stationed outside this containment cell. The interior of this containment cell consists of a kilometer long shaft into the earth, coated with acid resistant plates. Every 30 meters, the walls are lined with Scranton Reality Anchors, all of which appear to have violently exploded. There is little information concerning other containment procedures relating to SCP-3999. Description: SCP-3999 was, apparently, a Keter class object, possibly an entity of some kind. It is currently unknown what other properties SCP-3999 might have had. SCP-3999's containment chamber was discovered during a routine inspection of all Keter class containment chambers at Site 118. RAISA has confirmed that no records of SCP-3999 exist within the database; all information concerning the nature of SCP-3999 has been determined based on the containment chamber's composition and recovered documentation from within. The four guards "assigned" to SCP-3999 were found to have significant memory loss, and could not determine how they got to SCP-3999. At the bottom of SCP-3999's containment chamber, the corpse of Level 3 Researcher James Talloran was found. Researcher Talloran had disappeared almost directly following reassignment to Site 118. A Foundation-assigned cell phone was found on his body, containing only a piece of text resembling a containment procedure for SCP-3999, but with many stylistic deviations and nonsensical procedures as well as [REDACTED] information concerning the nature of the Foundation. From it, it has been determined that Researcher Talloran was assigned to SCP-3999, SCP-3999 had significant reality warping properties, it breached containment at some point and caused either a CK-class reality-restructuring event or a ZK-class end-of-reality event, and it was successfully terminated by Researcher Talloran at the cost of his own life, reversing said event. Addendum-1: [DATA EXPUNGED] [DATA EXPUNGED] https://youtu.be/mE0YUsQr5Xk and that's all i wrote. Datta. Dayadhvam. Damyata. Shantih shantih shantih Footnotes 1. Although multiple specimens have been shown to prefer live food, including rats and shower parrots. It is not certain why certain individuals have such deviation in feeding patterns. 2. see Dunkleowolf Feeding, Social and Reproductive Behavior within SCP-2432-Prime, Gheryon, M.S. and Shatner, M.X. (19█), Foundation Science Publishers, for more information. 3. see Ectoentropic Element Synthesis in Anomalous Behemoth Anatomy, Johnson, A.A. and Magnusson, S.H. (20█), Foundation Science Publishers, for more information. 4. see Studies of SCP-3999 and its Relationship with Researcher Talloran, Michaels, J.D. and Karlsson, A.V. (20█), Foundation Science Publishers, for more information. 5. see Lennon/McCartney, Plagiarism, Homage, and SCP Objects, Jakeson, L.P. and Bumi, E.F.. (21█), Foundation Science Publishers, for more information. 6. see Aristocrats Jokes in Society, Ricardo, F.L. and James, T.T (19█), Foundation Science Publishers, for more information. 7. see Abuse of Friends in Online Communities, Rosenblum, T.C. and Masquelier, G.M. (20█), Foundation Science Publishers, for more information. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-3999" by LordStonefish, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-3999. 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: first.jpg, seurat.jpg, woods.jpg Author: LordStonefish License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki |
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padding: 2vw; } close Info X SCP-7000: "The Loser" Heads, tails, I'm the guy with the coin. SHIT! I dropped it. More by this author! ATTENTION! EMERGENT THREAT TACTICAL RESPONSE AUTHORITY PRIORITY ONE ANNOUNCEMENT A global LK-Class "Twist of Fate" Probability Failure Scenario is presently in progress. For the duration of this crisis, any and all requests originating from ETTRA personnel are mandatory directives carrying the authority of Overwatch Command. SCP Foundation personnel with undeclared anomalous conditions declaring themselves to an ETTRA representative at this time will be granted amnesty from containment, amnesticization or termination. It is vital to this organization's continued survival that all internal probability vectors be identified, and countermeasures developed, in a timely manner. It is vital to the continuance of the human race that this organization survive. We hold dominion over paranormalcy, and our law supersedes Murphy's. — Dr. Dan ███████, Director, ETTRA Item#: SCP-7000 Level3 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: inimical Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: critical link to memo A representative, single-cell thunderstorm event during SCP-7000. Special Containment Procedures: All containment efforts respecting SCP-7000 are under the purview of the Emergent Threat Tactical Response Authority. Non-ETTRA personnel must refrain from containment activities directly related to this scenario..Inimical-class anomalies are exacerbated by containment efforts and must therefore be decommissioned. All Foundation personnel must consult ETTRA Manual LK-4 ("Don't Bet On It: Assessing Your Task's Probabilistic Variable Intensity") before undertaking their daily duties. Tasks with a Probability Index above 4.9 must not be attempted except under direct instruction from Overwatch Command, ETTRA, or supervisory personnel possessing Security Clearance Level 4+. A full manifest of known SCP-7000 effects will be propagated daily on SCiPnet, and must until further notice be consulted before experiments or operations of any kind are undertaken. SCP-7000-1 is inconsequential, and requires no containment. SCP-7000-1. Description: SCP-7000 is a progressive randomization of probability factors and anomalous fortuity on the planet Earth, and potentially beyond. The effect is not total — a comprehensive karmic failure would in quick succession terminate consensus normalcy, the SCP Foundation and the human race — but instead piecemeal. Each factor is randomized to a different extent, for a different length of time, and often with a different geographical radius of effect, corresponding to no obvious logical pattern. Nevertheless, the cumulative impact of many nonsensical and high-profile outcomes to formerly predictable actions is degrading the Veil of Secrecy at an alarming rate and jeopardizing containment efforts worldwide. The cause of this disruption is, at present, unknown. SCP-7000-1 is Dr. William Wallace Wettle, a white male 54 years of age presently serving as Deputy Chair of Replication Studies at Site-43. His relationship to SCP-7000 is classified Level 4: Secret. CLEARANCE LEVEL 4+ CREDENTIALS CONFIRMED THE REMAINDER OF THIS FILE MAY ONLY BE DISSEMINATED WITH EXPRESS AUTHORIZATION FROM THE EMERGENT THREAT TACTICAL RESPONSE AUTHORITY OR O5 COUNCIL, ON PENALTY OF DEATH Addendum 7000-1, Phenomenological Overview: On 7 July 2022 webcrawler I/O LORENZ reported unusual behaviour from RANDOM.ORG, an online number generation service serving as a bellwether for changes in universal probability. Computers can only generate pseudorandom values due to the inherent predictability of programming code; RANDOM.ORG circumvents this by converting natural atmospheric radio noise, achieving true randomness. I/O LORENZ issues daily requests for ten random numbers between one and ten, one and one hundred, and one and one thousand as an early warning signal for probability collapse. The results for 6 July 2022 had been as follows: 9, 2, 6, 8, 10, 4, 7, 7, 5, 10 83, 66, 32, 58, 34, 29, 91, 8, 56, 54 37, 190, 581, 848, 63, 767, 166, 668, 564, 932 The results for the following day were as follows: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 1, 20, 30, 40, 50, 60, 70, 80, 90, 100 1, 200, 300, 400, 500, 600, 700, 800, 900, 1000 Meteorological investigation revealed that all atmospheric noise, regardless of weather conditions, now produces non-random numbers in discernable sequence. I/O LORENZ immediately activated a brute-force redirect from RANDOM.ORG's number generator to itself, and began generating pseudorandom numbers for public consumption until the anomaly could be identified and contained. The Emergent Threat Tactical Response Authority and the Analytics Department were informed, and the latter quickly generated the following list of statistically-unlikely events occurring on the same date testifying to a rapid and widespread ontokinetic event. Item: Infiltrator belonging to GoI-003 (the 'Chaos Insurgency') captured whilst engaged in a series of cryptic acts at Area-150. Infiltrator possessed a partial 'Step Compilation', an operational overview prepared by the Insurgency's chief operative (the 'Engineer') from data provided by an enigmatic stochastic prediction device (the 'Engine'). Step 22/617 suggested travel between two structures via a tarmac path; infiltrator interrupted by the sudden onset of a violent storm, and knocked unconscious by a large hailstone. Reactive Action: Subject detained, interrogation underway. As the Engine's master plan and ultimate goal are never made clear to any individual insurgent, it remains possible that this was the desired outcome. Item: Sudden and wholesale collapse of all extant cryptocurrency markets. Reactive Action: None taken; event fully consistent with long-term probability models. Item: SCP-179 expressing obvious confusion, identifying threats in eight directions corresponding to the cardinal compass points — though the relationship is purely visual, as SCP-179 is located not on Earth but in close proximity to the heliosphere. Reactive Action: Due to the prohibitive expense of replacing solar probes after mishap, no attempt made to communicate directly with SCP-179 until stable probability restored. Area-08-C monitoring remotely. Item: Repeated eruption of the 'Old Faithful' cone geyser in Yellowstone National Park, every thirteen minutes — deviating from a bimodal pattern of approximately 65 or 91 minutes followed since at least 1870. Reactive Action: Evacuation of the area and implementation of a scientific cordon to disguise parascientific investigation. Item: Uncorrelated yield curve shifts of multiple low-yield investments by anomalous insurer Goldbaker-Reinz Insurance Group Ltd., adjusted book value now in the hundreds of millions of dollars USD. Reactive Action: Goldbaker-Reinz representatives respond to all inquiries with the following: "We would be pleased to discuss these unforeseen (by you) developments in person, should you wish to trigger an early review of your policies at this time." No action taken; investments crash the following day, erasing all gains made. G-R representatives unresponsive to further inquiries. Yellowstone National Park interdiction zone during SCP-7000. The Emergent Threat Tactical Response Authority declared a state of emergency on 8 July. The O5 Council granted ETTRA amnesty powers over staff with undeclared anomalous conditions, to encourage self-identification; unaccounted-for ontokinetic or thaumaturgical factors could theoretically complicate scenario mitigation efforts. Multiple staff members at Site-43 came forward for anomalous classification over the following week. The last was Dr. William Wettle, interviewed on 13 July. Interview Log Officer of Record: Dr. D. Sokolsky (Deputy Director, ETTRA) Subject: Dr. W. Wettle (Replication Studies, Site-43) <Excerpt begins.> Dr. Wettle: They've got you doing interviews now? Something happen to the people-persons? Dr. Sokolsky: Every able body's got an obligation to help if they can, pal. We're facing an all-hands-on-deck crisis. Dr. Wettle: Are those getting closer together, or is it just me? I swear we had one only last year. Dr. Sokolsky: Okay, I'm gonna skip the boilerplate and level with you. We're extremely busy, what with the world having found a fun and creative new way to end, so don't waste my time. I know you're a time waster, and a hypochondriac to boot, but give it to me straight and simple so I can dismiss it out of hand: what anomalous condition do you think you possess? Dr. Wettle: I'm unlucky. Dr. William Wettle. Dr. Sokolsky: Jesus Christ. Dr. Wettle: No, honest. I'm extremely unlucky. Good things don't happen to me, period. Game-changingly bad things don't happen to me either. I'm stuck in a cycle where nothing I do turns out right. Dr. Sokolsky: This is a walk-in clinic for closeted reality benders, you realize that? I'm a disaster response coordinator, not a therapist. Dr. Wettle: You're not listening. I'm in charge of replication studies, yeah? Well, I've done replication studies on myself. Dr. Sokolsky: What you do in the privacy of your room— Dr. Wettle: Fucking listen, alright? Or you know what… let me just… <Dr. Wettle reaches into his labcoat pocket and produces, in slow sequence: three large pieces of pocket lint, a plastic bottle cap, a labcoat button, a pushpin (with the point piercing his thumb) and a Canadian quarter. He sucks on his thumb for a moment, then places the quarter on top of it.> Dr. Wettle: Gonna call it in the air. <Dr. Wettle flips the coin.> Dr. Wettle: Heads. <The coin sticks to a ceiling tile. Dr. Wettle and Dr. Sokolsky examine it for a moment.> Dr. Sokolsky: Who puts gum on a ceiling tile? Dr. Wettle: Alright, doesn't matter. Think of a number between one and ten. Dr. Sokolsky: Okay. Dr. Wettle: Ten. Dr. Sokolsky: No. Dr. Wettle: Three. Dr. Sokolsky: No. Dr. Wettle: Five. Dr. Sokolsky: No. Dr. Wettle: One. Dr. Sokolsky: No. Dr. Wettle: Nine. Dr. Sokolsky: No. Dr. Wettle: Eight. Dr. Sokolsky: No. Come on. Dr. Wettle: Three. Dr. Sokolsky: You said three. Dr. Wettle: Four. Dr. Sokolsky: No. Dr. Wettle: Two. Dr. Sokolsky: No. Dr. Wettle: Six. Dr. Sokolsky: No. Dr. Wettle: Seven. Dr. Sokolsky: No. I mean, yes. Jesus. That was entrancing. Dr. Wettle: Let's do it again. Dr. Sokolsky: Let's not. You have any other data? <The coin lands on Dr. Wettle's head. He reaches up to remove it from his hair; it is stuck, as the gum is still attached. He sighs.> Dr. Wettle: Coin flip records going back twenty years. I've never called it correctly. Dr. Sokolsky: Never? Dr. Wettle: Never. And this? <Dr. Wettle gestures at his hair.> Dr. Wettle: This is my whole life, has been since I don't know when. Every decision I make is a mistake. Everything that can go wrong, does go wrong. I've been exposed to so many batshit anomalies that they stopped bothering with the one week E-class quarantine. I've been kidnapped by VKTM so many times I've lost count. I've got no agency, I've got no control. Everybody else moves forward, and I stand still because my foot is stuck between the train track boards. I'm a negative probability sink. Dr. Sokolsky: Does it affect other people? Dr. Wettle: I think it can. I make my staff run through a few periodic exercises to reset their luck, which seems to protect them from the backwash. I was going to write a paper about it. I thought I'd have to write from a containment cell. Dr. Sokolsky: Yeah, about that. Why are you sharing this now? You could've kept it secret indefinitely. Folks around here think you're just a clumsy idiot; I thought I had experimental proof you're just a clumsy idiot. Dr. Sokolsky. Dr. Wettle: Because if this kind of shit is getting worse, random stuff not being random anymore, predictable stuff going haywire, I'm liable to get pasted by a bus the moment I walk out the topside elevator. Dr. Sokolsky: Buses don't run around here. Dr. Wettle: With my bad luck and our bad luck combined, they might make an exception. Dr. Sokolsky: Hmm. Well… wait a second. You said you've been keeping records. Dr. Wettle: Yeah. Dr. Sokolsky: Any change in the past week? Dr. Wettle: Nope. Every call goes wrong. Every single one. Dr. Sokolsky: Every single one. Dr. Wettle: Yeah. Why? <Silence on recording.> Dr. Sokolsky: There are one hundred and thirty-six probabilistic anomalies on record. You just became the one hundred and thirty-seventh. Dr. Wettle: Yay me. So what? Dr. Sokolsky: For the first time in your miserable life, Willie, you're someone special. <Excerpt ends.> Dr. Sokolsky developed a tentative theory to explain the above, rejecting some of Dr. Wettle's conclusions out of hand. He engaged in a short program of informal interviews, primarily with the staff of Site-43, to confirm his suspicions. Subject: Dr. Harold Blank (Chair, Archives and Revision, Site-43) Dr. Sokolsky: You're friends with Wettle, right? Dr. Blank. Dr. Blank: Gonna tell him, if I say yes? Dr. Sokolsky: No, Harry, I'm not going to go out of my way to engage Wee Willie Wettle in conversation. Think about it. Dr. Blank: Then yeah. Sure. We're friends. Dr. Sokolsky: And what does that consist of? Dr. Blank: He follows me around, I make fun of him, he eventually falls over or walks into something, and I help him get up or call the medics. We've got a kind of give-and-take thing going, where he gives me headaches and I take the piss out of him. We probably seem like an odd pair. Dr. Sokolsky: Not really. You kinda look like him. Dr. Blank: What? <Dr. Sokolsky points.> Dr. Sokolsky: Big head, weird beard. Dad glasses. No style. Dr. Blank: Fuck off. Dr. Sokolsky: Bet he thinks about that a lot. "I could almost be this guy. How come he's got a better job, and more friends, and a real human wife instead of a—" Dr. Blank: However that sentence ends, I do not want to hear it. Dr. Sokolsky: Point is, but for the grace of Fortuna, there go you. Dr. Blank: I prefer to think of it as the grace of having absolutely any grace. I feel bad for him sometimes, but he lives down to his station. He's an ass. Dr. Sokolsky: You ever think there's anything anomalous about his blundering about? Dr. Blank: …one or two times, maybe. Dr. Sokolsky: Spill. Dr. Blank: Spill is right. My wedding, last month. Dr. Sokolsky: Oh, yeah. The flood. Dr. Blank: First damn day in decades I wasn't wearing work boots. Dr. Sokolsky: And the other time? Dr. Blank: …have you talked to his ex-wife? Subject: Margherita Villar (civilian) Villar: I've never heard of Silly Crab Productions. Margherita Villar. Dr. Sokolsky: You will! But we're still finding our knobbly little feet, so to speak. Villar: I guess that explains why you'd hire such a shitty expert. He ever tell you the grades he got at college? They only let him in his PhD program because my father was a donor. Dr. Sokolsky: Wettle's a bit of a donor too, isn't he? If you get my drift. Villar stares at Dr. Sokolsky for a moment, then bursts out laughing. Villar: Alright, that was good. You've got five minutes. Dr. Sokolsky: Terrific. So yes, we're doing a background check on him. Want to know if there's any skeletons in the closet, so the company doesn't get embarrassed when some paparazzo digs up an old Tweet. Villar: Doubt he uses Twitter. He's all thumbs in everything else, but all pinkies with electronics. Dr. Sokolsky: That's good, I'll have to remember that one. But how about his character? What kind of man was your ex-husband? <Silence on recording.> Villar: He was a selfish, worthless piece of shit, Mr. Vasilyev. And I doubt he's improved much since. Dr. Sokolsky: Wow. Not exactly the answer I was hoping for. Care to clarify? Villar: When he accidentally dropped my Nikon off Niagara Falls on our honeymoon, I kept my cool. When he faceplanted into my father's cake on his seventieth birthday, I took it in stride. When I had to get a second job because he'd accidentally showed up to the wrong office for two weeks, said he'd never noticed, said nobody even told him, and he got fired? I let it slide. But the crash… Dr. Sokolsky: Crash? Villar: It's not his fault. The crash was not his fault. I was driving mad — mad at him, of course, it was always mad at him, at his stupid puppydog-shat-on-the-rug face and oh-so-believable bullshit about how he didn't mean to cut the bottoms off my best jeans with our weed trimmer, it just happened, and then our house… what was I… Dr. Sokolsky: The crash. Villar: Yeah. The crash. I was furious with him over… some shit, can't even remember, and I saw red — except not where there actually was red. T-boned a minivan, at speed. Lost my license, lost my car, nearly lost my job… and I lost my husband, too. The day after I got out of the hospital, he just fucking left. Dr. Sokolsky: Jeez. Villar: Can you imagine? Blaming somebody for getting hurt. Couldn't handle the least amount of responsibility. I was better off without him, still am, but it sure as hell didn't feel that way at the time. Healthcare might be free in Canada, but down here it can cost you your whole life. Dr. Sokolsky: I understand. Rest assured, we'll be taking all of this into careful consideration in our hiring decisions. Villar: Good. Because no matter how hard up you guys are for help, you still need someone you can trust. You'll be better off without him too. Subject: Gabrielle O'Conner (Research Assistant, Replication Studies, Site-43) Dr. Sokolsky: Tell me what you think of Wettle. Researcher O'Conner: Uh. Dr. Sokolsky: It's okay, this file is above his clearance level. Researcher O'Conner: Wow. That sounds kind of… mean? Dr. Sokolsky: Come on, shit-talk your boss. I'm giving you a free pass here. Researcher O'Conner and Dr. Wettle. Researcher O'Conner: Yeah, I… I wasn't saying I disapprove. Being mean to the guy is a pretty natural reaction. I've never met a more inconsiderate person, you know? I don't know how many times I've caught him taking the last drop of coffee and leaving without making more. Dr. Sokolsky: Maybe he thinks his time is worth… <Dr. Sokolsky laughs.> Dr. Sokolsky: Man, I couldn't even get through that sentence. Researcher O'Conner: No kidding. But no, his excuse was even better: "If I made the coffee, you'd probably all get bean poisoning." Dr. Sokolsky: Bean poisoning. Researcher O'Conner: Right? That's not a thing. If you're going to be a jerk, own up to it. Be a jerk about being a jerk. Don't sugarcoat it. Dr. Sokolsky: Yeah, no point sweetening jerk coffee. Would you characterize him as unlucky? Researcher O'Conner: I'd characterize it as karma. But yeah, for sure. You'd want to ask Bast about that, though; he's made a study of it. Dr. Sokolsky: Bast? <Researcher O'Conner blushes.> Researcher O'Conner: Researcher LeBlanc. Subject: Bastien LeBlanc (Research Assistant, Replication Studies, Site-43) Dr. Sokolsky: Gabby thinks you've got the scoop on Wettle. Dr. Wettle and Researcher LeBlanc. Researcher LeBlanc: Why are you talking like a fifties newsboy? Dr. Sokolsky: He ever tell you about his luck anomaly? <Silence on recording.> Dr. Sokolsky: He's come clean. To ETTRA. For the amnesty. Researcher LeBlanc: I kinda didn't believe that was for real? And he's a lot more cynical than me, so… he must've been really freaked out. Dr. Sokolsky: Does he have reason to be? Researcher LeBlanc: I think so. He thinks he's a bad luck magnet. Got rituals to make sure the luck doesn't rub off on anyone else. Dr. Sokolsky: He told me about that. Do you think it's plausible? Researcher LeBlanc: All I know is he's worried about it. Dr. Sokolsky: Your girlfriend doesn't think he worries about other people at all. <Researcher LeBlanc looks embarrassed.> Dr. Sokolsky: He have any problem with his employees dating? Researcher LeBlanc: It's only been a month, but he's never mentioned it. Why would he? He's… he can be a jackass, sure, but he's not cruel. Dr. Sokolsky: You actually like the guy, don't you? Researcher LeBlanc: Yeah. I kinda do. He's stuck in a bad pattern, and he's trying to break out of it. He's not all that bad, once you get to know him. Dr. Sokolsky: I've known him for twenty years, kid. Maybe you don't know him well enough. He's spent that entire time talking himself up, trying to get noticed, trying to out-do everyone around him, and it's never worked out. Now he's too old to change. Researcher LeBlanc: I think he has changed. He hasn't been doing any of that for months! If anything he's been avoiding attention, trying to keep under the radar. What if you've been misjudging him for twenty years? Dr. Sokolsky: What if he's been misjudging himself? Researcher LeBlanc: What's that supposed to mean? Dr. Sokolsky: Has his bad luck ever rubbed off on you? Researcher LeBlanc: How would I even measure that? Dr. Sokolsky: Well, would you say your luck's been bad or good since you transferred here? <Silence on recording.> Researcher LeBlanc: I guess it's been pretty good. Dr. Sokolsky: Yeah, your girlfriend seems nice. Okay, Replication Studies keeps the accident logs, right? For the whole Site? Researcher LeBlanc: Right… Dr. Sokolsky: Who's logging this week? Researcher LeBlanc: Me, actually. Dr. Sokolsky: How many accidents have you logged? Researcher LeBlanc: Uh. None, as of yet. Dr. Sokolsky: Haven't put the reports in? Researcher LeBlanc: Haven't gotten any reports. <Silence on recording.> Researcher LeBlanc: I'm just now hearing how that sounds. Dr. Sokolsky: Don't beat yourself up about it. Absent trends are the hardest to spot. On the back of these interviews Dr. Sokolsky approached Dr. Dan ███████, Director of ETTRA, with an experimental proposal involving SCP-7000 and Dr. Wettle. The probabilistic breakdown continued to progress, with effects felt most keenly by the paranormal community. Item: Sloth's Pit, Wisconsin in Nx-18 ceases to operate according to the rules of narrative logic. Nx-18's prime effect being effectively probabilistic in nature — the exploitation of tropes and literary devices consistently producing desired effects — this reduces Sloth's Pit to the status of an average Midwestern American town. Reactive Action: Nexus occlusion measures continue in the expectation SCP-7000 will eventually be neutralized and this effect reversed. Counselling provided by Site-87 staff to affected civilians and myth-figures in the area. Item: Senior associate at Marshall, Carter & Dark Ltd. killed in a folding couch accident. Reactive Action: None taken; folding couch accidents, though uncommon, do occur 'naturally'. Item: Earthquake in Antarctica, the least earthquake-prone continent on Earth. Epicentral investigation uncovers a buried Chaos Insurgency Firebase, all fifty-three personnel dead of asphyxiation. Reactive Action: Excavation for future use. Dr. Dan presented a brief to the O5 Council on 16 July. <Excerpt begins.> Dr. Dan. Dr. Dan: We have to do something about this; it's simply not sustainable. We've got butterflies causing super typhoons in the South China Sea — and we've got the asshole who decided that would be a fun experiment in irons at Area-06. We've got black cats, mirrors and ladders changing the arcs of people's lives out there. We've had to task two .aics with sniping eBay auctions, because… I don't know if you know this, everybody always labels everything 'rare' on eBay but suddenly everything is rare, unless it should be. There were fifteen auctions for pieces of toast with Jesus' face burned into them when I got up this morning, and only three of them were faked. Procurement and Liquidation reports that EVERY agent who goes to a garage sale now comes home with a handful of anomalies. Half the kittens in the world are being born polydactyl — six or more toes on each foot — and we're going to have to brainwash the entire scientific establishment into believing some bogus argument about atmospheric factors to explain it away. That, or put a lot of cats back into the bag, and the bag into one hell of a deep dark river. O5-7: Quite the preamble. Was it worth wasting precious time you could've spent pressing us to a solution? Dr. Dan: Yes. Absolutely. Because here's the thing about that preamble: not everything I've just told you about is strictly probabilistic. Polydactyly is a heritable mutation. Rare items for sale — not talking about the Jesus bread here — have nothing to do with random chance. Probability doesn't make valuable objects, man-made valuable objects, start existing where they didn't exist before. And hen's teeth? That just doesn't happen at all, outside of the lab. O5-7: You didn't even mention hen's teeth. Dr. Dan: I haven't mentioned about five hundred other things, either. O5-1: But what you're saying is, this isn't actually a probability crisis. Dr. Dan: No, it definitely is that. It just isn't entirely that. Everyone who ate that potentially deadly blowfish yesterday lived; everybody who ate it today, died. Dice come up snake eyes today, after twenty-four hours of natural sixes or twenties or whatever the max is. So many people are catching shiny Pokémon — I could explain what that is, thanks to my staff, but you don't and shouldn't care — that we've had to knock out Nintendo's online services, every fansite, and a few Reddit communities to avoid the word getting 'round. We've had to slot agents into every extant gaming commission to manipulate their numbers, or where possible just close the casinos entirely on the pretext that it's too dangerous to operate them during COVID. O5-12: Which it is. Dr. Dan: Which it is, so that's lucky… meaning the disease will probably dry up tomorrow, and we'll need to find a new excuse! And it didn't even take in Vegas, so we had to go wackier still. Site-666 brokered a deal with the Undervegas demons to run fixed games on the Strip, to hide the fact that honest gambling — to the extent that such a thing exists — straight up doesn't work anymore. They were, I'm sure you won't be surprised to hear, thrilled to help. But that's just a Band-Aid solution, and since you're going to absolutely hate my short-but-a-little-longer-term fix, I need to make it perfectly clear that we're dealing with an extremely complex constellation of strictly probabilistic and superstitious luck effects which we're calling one anomaly for lack of a better explanation. O5-1: Alright, well, rip the Band-Aid off then. What's your terrible solution? Dr. Dan: Every probabilistic anomaly in the SCP database is either dead as a doornail, or operating wildly outside of established parameters, as of right now. Every single one. That won't be the case when, with your permission, I update the SCP-7000 file to include Dr. William Wettle. O5-10: Who's Dr. William… Wettle? Did you say Wettle? That's a real name? Dr. Dan: He's a low-life lifer at Site-43, you've got very little reason to know who he is. But at this time, he's potentially the most important employee we have. He just self-identified as a serial loser, and experimental data backs it up. This guy literally cannot ever catch a break, which is sad, but what isn't sad is this: he's the only probabilistic anomaly still ticking over. O5-1: You're certain? Dr. Dan: Absolutely. O5-1: Do you know why? Dr. Dan: Absolutely not. We haven't had the time to study him; all we have is his data to go on, and a hunch from my deputy, but! That data is extensive, Wet Willie lacks the imagination to lie, and my deputy knows his shit. As of this moment, Dr. William Wettle is the only reliable probability factor on the planet Earth. O5-4: Good lord. And what can that do for us? Dr. Dan: On the face of it, not much. If he had good luck, well, obviously we could use that. But bad luck? We could let him get corrupted by some GoI or other, have him fuck them up with his good intentions, but that's a very limited utility in a very wide problem field. O5-5: Yes, let's not do that. Dr. Dan: If the guy is just plain unlucky, him, personally, it's nothing better than a baseline for predictable probability. O5-13: Obviously you think it might be something more. Dr. Dan: I do indeed. There are two theories; Wettle's own, and Dr. Sokolsky's. Here's what Wettle thinks: bad luck clings to him like an ontokinetic cloud. The universe will take any opportunity to get a cheap shot in on him. And if he gets an overload, it can bleed into his surroundings and cause chaos. This mostly fits with the observed facts. O5-9: Dr. Sokolsky's hunch goes deeper, I presume. Dr. Dan: A lot deeper. Based on his initial interviews with Wettle's colleagues, he had the Analytics Department compare negative probability events from every facility since 7k started. Here's what they discovered: Site-43 is the luckiest place on Earth right now. They're still seeing random luck effects, but only good ones. So Sokolsky had them pull the older data, and while they're still going over everything, it looks like a general trend. Allowing for the occasional unavoidable cataclysm, Site-43 has always been one of the luckiest places on Earth. And I think that's because of Dr. Wettle. O5-1: You don't think his bad luck wears off. You think everyone else's wears off on him. Dr. Dan: Precisely. And unavoidable, unpredictable bad luck is presently our biggest issue in dealing with the effects of 7000. We rush in to fix one problem, and encounter three more on the way. I want to use Dr. Wettle as a stabilizing agent for our spot treatments. Put together a Mobile Task Force, append him to it, and let them swoop in to save the day wherever necessary. Call it MTF Something-7000, "The Magnificent Seven" or whatever. O5-7: Not that. O5-4: No, definitely not that. Half of the Magnificent Seven die. Dr. Dan: I'm just spitballing, Logistics can come up with something better. We'll use them for all high-value deployments where possible, to ensure success — six expert super-soldiers and one walking time-bomb. Let him wander around soaking up the bad karma, while our folks in the forces get the job done regardless of probabilistic bullshit. I call it OPERATION: BLACK SWAN. O5-7: It's nice to know you had the time to name all these things, what with the world falling apart around us. Dr. Dan: Not giving them names would be unlucky, sir, and I'm operating on the assumption that at some point fortune will smile on us again. I have a theory about that, too, but I'd rather it not go on the record at present — don't wanna jinx myself, since, well, you know. O5-1: I'll allow it. What's your theory? Dr. Dan: [REDACTED] O5-3: You can't be serious. O5-1: [sighing] Of course he can't. Ask him what that slide he's been pointing at the entire time is. O5-10: I'd assumed it was some sort of chaos theory… heat map projection. O5-4: I'd assumed he was going to explain it eventually. Dr. Dan: Did I not? Sorry, it's my breakfast. Dr. Dan's breakfast for 16 July 2022. Dr. Dan: Every egg in my house has two yolks now. <Silence on recording.> Dr. Dan: The point is, this is going to affect every aspect of our lives before long. And that means I'm as serious as I've ever been in my life about potential solutions. O5-1: I think we know enough to be getting on with. We'll put your black swan to a vote; I move to accept. All in favour? YEA NAY ABSTAIN O5-1 O5-10 O5-7 O5-2 O5-9 O5-13 O5-3 O5-4 O5-5 O5-6 O5-8 O5-11 O5-12 MOTION CARRIED Dr. Dan: Thank you for your time. You won't regret this. O5-9: The success-to-failure ratio of that particular statement is— Dr. Dan: —presently up in the air, like everything else. With respect, sir. <Excerpt ends.> Dr. Dan and Dr. Sokolsky immediately began preparations for OPERATION: BLACK SWAN as the probability collapse continued. Captain Andrea Adams assembled five of her top-performing agents to fill out the ranks of MTF Theta-7000 ("Fortunate Sons"), and began a rigorous training period. MTF Theta-7000 in training, Dr. Wettle in foreground. Despite possessing advanced survival instruction as a consequence of his existing esoteric containment duties, Dr. Wettle scored significantly lower than the previous bottom percentile on all Mobile Task Force training metrics. The acceleration of SCP-7000 phenomena nevertheless necessitated the denial of his repeated requests to be relieved of this new duty, as well as similar requests on his behalf by Captain Adams. Item: Steady increase in accounts of chickens born with monophyodontic dentition. Reactive Action: Creation of a thread on the conspiracy website Parawatch.org suggesting that the phrase "rare as hen's teeth" refers not to a scientific impossibility, but instead a hereditary mutation which the proliferation of genetically modified organisms in modern farmscapes has re-awakened. Theory saturates the globe due to predatory news aggregators within one week. Item: Three Chaos Insurgency infiltrators captured attempting to gain access to Site-91. Step 22/624 of their Step Compilation details an up-to-date schema of security patrols; one patrol's route significantly delayed when all five officers discover pebbles in their footwear and stop to remove them, leading to a confrontation with no Foundation casualties. Reactive Action: Patrols increased at all large containment facilities, resulting in eleven further captures and six terminations. Item: SCP-4040, namesake of Sloth's Pit, Wisconsin, transformed from a bottomless pit to a pit of variable depth. Reactive Action: As the only civilians aware of the pit's former nature are already residents of the Nexus, response limited to active monitoring at this time. Site-87 thaumaturges Dr. Katherine Sinclair and Dr. Montgomery Reynolds remain stationed at the pit with radio equipment and supplies for long-term occupancy. The bottomless pit of Nx-18, view from bottom. Despite the misgivings of his Captain, Dr. Wettle was declared officially fit for combat on 30 July. Theta-7000 were deployed to attempt insertion into Firebase-5, a Chaos Insurgency facility uncovered via the accidental encoding of its location on a cognitohazardous carrier wave directed at Site-01. No previous attempt had been made to exploit this information, as the SCP-7000 effect was expected to nullify the professional advantage Foundation agents enjoy over Chaos Insurgents; it was therefore deemed the likeliest test case for Dr. Wettle as a field asset. OPERATION: BLACK SWAN's first mission took place on 3 August. Mission Transcript MTF Theta-7000: ("Fortunate Sons") Captain Andrea Adams ("ADAMS") Dr. William Wettle ("LUCK") Agent Daria Ozols ("CHICO") Agent Brandon Bruce ("LEE") Agent Seong-Jin Han ("O'REILLY") Agent Nastya Koslova ("BRITT") Agent Murad Quliyev ("TANNER") <Transcript begins.> <Theta-7000 approach the operational zone in their modified Chinook helicopter.> Theta-7000 airlift and support vehicle. ADAMS: Sound ready. BRITT: Ready. TANNER: Ready! O'REILLY: Ready. CHICO: Ready. LUCK: I don't want to be here! LEE: Ready. ADAMS: All ready. Drop! <Theta-7000 rappel to the rooftop. ADAMS, BRITT, CHICO, O'REILLY, TANNER and LEE land without incident. LUCK twists his ankle.> LUCK: Shit! FUCK! ADAMS: Breach. TANNER: Breaching! <TANNER sets an explosive on the roof as the team heads for cover behind an exterior air conditioning unit. LUCK leans on LEE for support; their helmets strike, and LUCK is momentarily dazed.> TANNER: Get down! ADAMS pulls LUCK behind the air conditioner. LUCK stumbles and falls, losing one combat boot as the breaching charges detonate. ADAMS: Get his damn boot on. LUCK: I'll do it my— ADAMS: Not taking that chance. Get his damn boot on. <LEE replaces LUCK's boot.> LEE: All set, kiddo. LUCK: Piss off. ADAMS: Positions! <Theta-7000 take positions around the new ingress point in the roof.> ADAMS: Clean cut. Good work. TANNER: Thanks— <A sudden crack appears at the edge of the aperture, and the section of roof LUCK is standing on collapses. He falls into the structure.> CHICO: Did we lose LUCK already?! ADAMS: Move in! Move in now! <Theta-7000 enter the facility via the aperture, which has not collapsed further. LEE finds LUCK sprawled on top of a presumed Chaos Insurgent, who is now unconscious.> LEE: Guess your name means something after all. LUCK: I don't want to do this! <Theta-7000 are standing in an access corridor. There are red flashing lights in semispherical globes on the ceiling, illuminating two rows of doors: some open, some closed. ADAMS gestures, and the team begin cautiously checking each door.> Shoulder camera view, O'REILLY. ADAMS: O'REILLY? O'REILLY: On it. <O'REILLY locates a wall panel, then pulls on various components until wires are exposed. He retrieves an electronic multitool from his belt, and carefully affixes the leads to it. LUCK twists his other ankle as O'REILLY checks the readout.> LUCK: Jesus fuck. CHICO: All clear ahead, Cap. O'REILLY: They had three different gas systems ready to go, if you can believe it. All disabled now. Got a schematic for traps ahead, too. ADAMS: How many? O'REILLY: It's the CI, boss. Over a hundred in the next few rooms alone. I've shut down everything that triggers remotely; just watch your step and you should be fine. ADAMS: Alright. Moving on, people! <Theta-7000 proceed down the hall at a brisk pace. LUCK runs to catch up, falling flat on his face twice. The third time he turns in mid-air, landing on his back; he is unable to right himself.> ADAMS: Halt! <LEE retrieves LUCK as ADAMS bends to examine a metal strip embedded into the floor grouting.> ADAMS: Wired for current. How'd you miss that, O'REILLY? O'REILLY: Sorry, Cap. Wasn't on the schematic. ADAMS: Fucking CI. Good thing it wasn't… active. <ADAMS glances at LUCK. LUCK sneezes.> LUCK: I can't see. <Theta-7000 head to the end of the corridor. The door is ajar.> ADAMS: Cover. <Theta-7000 take cover to either side of the door. LUCK crouches down behind LEE; both microphones capture the sound of fabric tearing.> LUCK: God dammit. <A series of gunshots ring out, striking the doorframe. The team is positioned such that no round finds its mark.> ADAMS: Dazzle! <LEE throws a flashbang grenade through the door.> LEE: Heads down! <LUCK begins to sneeze again; his head is raised when the grenade detonates.> LUCK: [incoherent screaming] ADAMS: Forward! <Theta-7000 enter the next room, a wide t-junction. LUCK continues to scream, and struggles to his feet.> LUCK: I CAN'T FUCKING SEE! <Theta-7000 subdue five Insurgents in tactical gear with minimal expenditure of ammunition. LUCK staggers along the wall behind them, occasionally walking directly into it with muffled curses.> ADAMS: Where's the main breaker? O'REILLY: Judging by the power draw profile, probably on a lower level. ADAMS: We need to find some stairs. <LUCK walks through a door and directly into the waist-high railing of a wide, well-lit stairwell.> LUCK: OOF <Luck pitches over the railing, and falls.> Shoulder camera view, CHICO. CHICO: We lost him again! <Theta-7000 rush into the stairwell, forgoing operational caution to retrieve the asset. LUCK's belt has caught on a lower railing, and he is hanging with his pants half-down.> LUCK: I don't want to be here… ADAMS: Get him loose. <Theta-7000 explore the stairwell and attached hallway as LEE detaches LUCK's belt. LUCK falls to the floor.> LUCK: I want to go home. LEE: Is your home child-proofed? LUCK: Suck m— <Gunfire resumes. Theta-7000 take defensive positions and return fire.> BRITT: Looks like two fire teams, Cap. Stuck in good. ADAMS: Which way's the breaker? <O'REILLY quickly checks his device, then scans the halls. He points.> ADAMS: Take LUCK and LEE. We'll hold them off. LUCK: I don't— LEE: Shut the fuck up. <ADAMS, BRITT, TANNER and CHICO provide cover fire as O'REILLY, LEE and LUCK take the indicated door and rush along a new passage. The sound of gunfire recedes. O'REILLY notices a wall-mounted electrical panel.> O'REILLY: Here we go. <O'REILLY trips a series of circuit breakers. A distant groaning sound can be heard.> O'REILLY: Front door's opening. Send in the cavalry. <ADAMS responds over helmet comms.> ADAMS: They're jamming our signal. O'REILLY: Dammit. Can't do jack from in here; ops outside might be able to crack the code, but there's a lot of luck involved in those CI ciphers. <LUCK reaches into his helmet to scratch his nose. He is unable to remove it again.> LUCK: Help. ADAMS: We've got a signal! Control, this is ADAMS. Send in the ASVs, expect heavy resistance. We'll give cover. <ADAMS, BRITT, TANNER and CHICO advance on the insurgents.> Shoulder camera view, CHICO. <O'REILLY suddenly sneezes, removing his hand from the circuit breaker at the moment it begins to spark and catch flame. LUCK, in attempting to remove his hand from his helmet, has lodged his index finger in one nostril.> O'REILLY: That was a close one. <Ceiling-mounted sprinklers briefly activate, then cease. There is a flash, and a muffled explosion beneath their feet.> ADAMS: What was that? Get back here, pronto! <LEE and O'REILLY head back down the hall. LUCK trips on a loose floor tile and stumbles through a plate glass office window.> LEE: Oh, for fuck's— <There is a loud crashing sound from the office LUCK now occupies. LEE and O'REILLY rush to the broken window to see that the floor has caved in again, and LUCK is gone.> O'REILLY: Must've overloaded some system in the floor when the breaker blew. <LEE jerks a thumb towards where the remainder of Theta-7000 are engaging the Insurgents.> LEE: That stairwell goes down at least one more level. <O'REILLY sighs. The two agents return to the hall; their teammates have pushed into an attached atrium, and are trading fire with Insurgents now boxed in by more agents advancing from the entrance.> O'REILLY: Gonna grab the albatross, boss. ADAMS: Give him a pat for me, tell him he's a good boy. BRITT, go with them. <BRITT, O'REILLY and LEE cautiously head down the stairs to the bottom level, then proceed along the attached hallway until they reach a large storage facility. LUCK is visible in the centre, dazed, headed towards a door on the far wall. One Insurgent is standing nearby, rifle trained on him.> O'REILLY: Shit. BRITT: I got this. <BRITT advances into the room, taking cover behind wooden crates and steel shipping containers. As the Insurgent raises his weapon to shoot LUCK, BRITT springs out of the shadows and slits his throat at the precise instant the door opens and a second Insurgent appears, rifle at the ready.> Insurgent: Bad lu— <The roof collapses. The Insurgent is struck by a piece of falling masonry, crushing his helmet and presumably his skull. LUCK is covered in debris.> Shoulder camera view, O'REILLY. BRITT: Shit! LUCK! Are you alright? LUCK: I hate— <LUCK swallows his helmet microphone, and begins to choke.> <Transcript ends.> Aftermath: Firebase-5 was taken with minimal Foundation casualties. Dr. Wettle was treated for a broken collarbone; no other member of Theta-7000 sustained serious injury. Chaos Insurgency losses total thirty-seven individuals incapacitated or killed, and one major supply and repair depot now under Foundation control. Seven stolen SCP objects, multiple vehicles employing paratechnical components and three prisoners recovered on-site. Analytics Department review of shoulder camera footage reveals the near-absence of anomalous probability factors in the atrium firefight, suggesting Dr. Wettle did in fact absorb all SCP-7000 effects over the course of the operation. In the interim between missions, SCP-7000 continued to take its toll. Item: Seven Chaos Insurgency infiltrators captured installing explosive devices at Site-120. All seven attempted to destroy their Step Compilations before capture; one was unable to do so, as her portable lighter would not produce flame. Surviving Step Compilation carried the impression of handwriting, presumably from a note written on top of it on a separate piece of paper. Reactive Action: Handwriting decryption leads to the discovery of an Insurgency safehouse in Poland and the detention or neutralization of a 'cell' of twenty-three individuals. Item: SCP-3856-1, the multiversal iteration of Researcher Samuel Lloyd residing in baseline reality, chokes on a ham sandwich and expires. Reactive Action: SCP Foundation placed on high alert for the imminent escalation of the present K-class scenario, ending with the termination of all life on Earth — the inevitable result of any universe's loss of its iteration of Researcher Lloyd. No change in the scenario's course noted thus far. Item: Three senior Mekhanite priests, one for each primary faith, killed in freak Murphy bed accidents. Reactive Action: Per the Triumvirate Accords, expressions of sympathy made on behalf of Overwatch Command and funeral costs partially defrayed. After a brief recuperative period, Dr. Wettle was cleared for active duty again and Theta-7000 was officially commissioned. A series of missions over the following weeks served to mitigate the worst of SCP-7000's Veil-threatening elements, though the search for a permanent solution remained ongoing. A digest of representative operations is appended below. Operation Θ-7000-4 Situation: Attack on Deepwell systems at Outpost-316 by Serpent's Hand agents. Intervention: Theta-7000 repelled the attackers while technicians attempted to reverse thaumaturgical damage and corrupted code. Dr. Wettle supervised. Outcome: Only minor difficulties encountered, operation declared successful. Dr. Wettle sustained a variety of minor injuries: Stubbed toe (2) Chipped tooth (1) Broken collarbone (1) Broken fingernail (7) Herniated disc (2) On-site paramedical services returned him immediately to active duty. Debriefing: Due to recalcitrance on the part of Dr. Wettle, Researcher LeBlanc was appended to the taskforce to conduct the asset's debriefings. Partial transcript appended below. <Excerpt begins.> Dr. Wettle: But I didn't do anything. Researcher LeBlanc: They estimate the damaged code involved some seven million independent variables. Every one of them was a minute but extant threat to the success of the repair process. You stopped them from going off. You saved a computer system carrying more information than— Dr. Wettle: I DIDN'T. DO. ANYTHING. <Silence on recording.> Dr. Wettle: So, they got me a handler. Researcher LeBlanc: I prefer to think of myself as an agent. Dr. Wettle: If you were my agent, I'd fire you. Researcher LeBlanc: If you were my client, I'd get you fired. <Dr. Wettle smiles.> Dr. Wettle: I know you would, kid. <Excerpt ends.> Operation Θ-7000-7 Situation: Expert defusal of an improvised thaumonuclear bomb in the Free Port of Three Portlands by the Unusual Incidents Unit. Intervention: Joint action with the SCP Foundation via the presence of Dr. Wettle. Exhausted from an earlier operation that same day, Dr. Wettle attended in his sleep via the provision of an army cot. Outcome: Post-defusal investigation revealed three separate anti-tampering measures on hair triggers which had not been tripped. Dr. Wettle swallowed three flies during the operation. UIU representatives and Dr. Dan agreed the technician would not be informed of this correlation. Remote bomb defusal, Dr. Wettle supervising (at centre). Debriefing: Partial transcript appended below. <Excerpt begins.> Dr. Wettle: I did what? Researcher LeBlanc: You mean about the fl— Dr. Wettle: I MEAN ABOUT THE BOMB! <Excerpt ends.> Operation Θ-7000-13 Situation: O5 Council required escort to a classified location on the Asian subcontinent. Intervention: Theta-7000 partnered with MTF Alpha-1 ("Red Right Hand") to complete the pilgrimage. Outcome: Success, with no operational complications. Per regulations, as an active anomaly Dr. Wettle was kept as far distant from Council members as was feasible. Nevertheless, O5-1 encountered him in compromising positions on three separate occasions. Debriefing: Partial transcript appended below. <Excerpt begins.> Dr. Wettle: I don't want to do this. Researcher LeBlanc: I know you don't. Dr. Wettle: The universe has something to say, Bastien, about whether my pants are up or down. It has a LOT to say, BASTIEN, about whether my PANTS are UP or DOWN. Researcher LeBlanc: Man, I'm really sorry. Dr. Wettle: I can't do this anymore. I can't. Don't let them make me. <Dr. Wettle sobs.> Researcher LeBlanc: Okay. I won't. <Silence on recording.> Researcher LeBlanc: I promise. I won't. Dr. Wettle: What? Researcher LeBlanc: I won't let them make you. We'll miss the next appointment, let them come get us if they want. What're they gonna do, shoot a researcher and the goose that lays the golden egg? <Silence on recording.> Researcher LeBlanc: You get it? Dr. Wettle: Bastien… Researcher LeBlanc: 'Laying an egg' is slang for messing— Dr. Wettle: BASTIEN! You have one job. What is it? <Silence on recording.> Dr. Wettle: To kick my sorry ass in gear! So DO IT! <Silence on recording.> Researcher LeBlanc: Well. I guess I forgot that geese can bite. After you, Dr. Wettle. Dr. Wettle: They spit, too, so watch the fuck out. <Excerpt ends.> Operation Θ-7000-27 Situation: SCP-682 breached containment at Site-45 and approached the town of Augusta, Western Australia, during a folk music festival. Intervention: Theta-7000 attempted to recapture the anomaly whilst evading the scrutiny of approximately one thousand people, including media representatives. Outcome: Dr. Wettle was stationed between the operational zone and the festival; as containment efforts failed and SCP-682 approached, he was forced to move into the crowd. The anomaly was finally disabled within one hundred metres of the event, an action nevertheless escaping civilian notice as their attention was fixed on Dr. Wettle's altercation with a rogue kangaroo. SCP-682 returned to containment without incident, while video footage of Dr. Wettle being kicked into an industrial barbecue immediately saturated the internet. Civilian-actuated misdirection enabled by Dr. Wettle. Debriefing: Partial transcript appended below. <Excerpt begins.> Dr. Wettle: This isn't working. Researcher LeBlanc: No, but it's helping. <Dr. Wettle spits. It does not escape his beard. He wipes his face with a labcoat sleeve.> Dr. Wettle: Helping. I'm making an all-time ass out of myself to prolong my own worst nightmare. Researcher LeBlanc: You're a hero. Dr. Wettle: I don't want to be a hero. Researcher LeBlanc: You're named after William Wallace! Braveheart! One of the most famous heroes of all time. Where would he have gotten without sticking his neck out for others? Dr. Wettle: Not famous enough, apparently. He got his neck stretched. <Silence on recording.> Researcher LeBlanc: Well, he did get a movie. Dr. Wettle: A Mel Gibson movie. You call that luck? I don't. Researcher LeBlanc: Look. I'm sure they have a backup plan. This'll only go on for a little while longer. Dr. Wettle: Why? Researcher LeBlanc: What? Dr. Wettle: Why are you sure they have a backup plan? When I said this wasn't working, I meant it wasn't working for me. It's working just fine for them. Researcher LeBlanc: William… Dr. Wettle: They're gonna roll me up the hill and let me fall back down for the rest of my life, like Sisyphus. You know that's true. Researcher LeBlanc: For one thing, the myth is actually— Dr. Wettle: GREAT! PERFECT! CHANGE THE SUBJECT TO WHAT A HAPLESS ASSHOLE I AM! I hadn't heard about that for all of one hour. Wow, it's like Harry's right here with me. I bet we soaked up enough bad luck for ten people just now. Hooray! Researcher LeBlanc: I didn't mean— Dr. Wettle: You having fun writing those reports? I've read 'em. Really tight phrasing there, Bast. Dry comedy. Bet they get a real chuckle around all the water coolers. But you wouldn't know anything about that, right? Researcher LeBlanc: I never— Dr. Wettle: You remember what I told you? When you said you wanted to be my friend? <Silence on recording.> Dr. Wettle: Well, now I regret it. So fuck off back to 43, and tell them your next set of funny stories in person. <Silence on recording. After a moment, Researcher LeBlanc leaves.> <Excerpt ends.> At this time Dr. Wettle advanced the theory that the SCP-7000 phenomenon was seasonal and would soon dissipate; Analytics Department studies suggested this was unlikely. Dr. Wettle further theorized that SCP Foundation containment efforts might be responsible, as per the (discredited) allegations levelled by various Groups of Interest during the SCP-6500 crisis. This, too, was rejected. Whatever the cause, the actions of Theta-7000 did not appear to neutralize or recognizably worsen the anomaly, merely offsetting its most problematic consequences for the time being. Persistent lunar discolouration during SCP-7000. Item: 'Economics' temporarily reflective of actual reality. Reactive Action: None taken; market will correct itself. Item: Two Chaos Insurgency infiltrators evade capture after attempting to enter Site-79; chief of security had changed the daily password 'on a hunch'. Reactive Action: Five days later, Foundation personnel intercept an urgent call for medical aid from a townhouse on the outskirts of Yumegēmu, discovering a 'cell' of twelve insurgents violently ill with COVID-19. The agent who encountered the infiltrators at Site-79 had tested positive shortly after their escape. A series of Step Compilations found in the townhouse outline a grandiose series of sabotages and thefts to be carried out at Japanese facilities. On inspection, each is found to have been individually impractical due to unforeseeable on-the-ground exigencies. Item: Bunk theory of 'manifesting' popularized by Rhonda Byrne's The Secret, with no basis in either science or parascience, becomes inexplicably efficacious. Reactive Action: None taken; neither evidence nor the lack thereof have any apparent effect on individual belief in the technique's efficacy, as before SCP-7000. On August 24, an encoded transmission originating from the Chaos Insurgency's Hardened Mobile Array was received by Overwatch Command at Site-01. Though deemed a low priority at the time due to the Insurgency's vastly reduced profile in light of their recent heavy losses, the ensuing conversation did finally present one possible causal explanation for the scenario itself. <Excerpt begins.> O5-1: Hazard screening? O5-2: ACTIVE AND PROACTIVE. O5-1: Very well. Let's hear what he has to say. <A white-silhouetted face appears on the screen, frontlit by a glowing Chaos Insurgency insignia.> The Engineer: Time's almost up, friends. Do you have a response? O5-1: To what? Time almost being up? Not as such. The Engineer: The message, [EXPUNGED]. You have less than one hour to make your decision. O5-1: Should I know what message you're talking about, [REDACTED]? Because I'm afraid you have me at a disadvantage. <The Engineer pauses.> The Engineer: The ultimatum we delivered you. O5-1: Let me put you on hold for a moment. The Engineer: What game are you p— <O5-1 cuts the two-way audio feed.> O5-1: Any idea what he's on about? O5-5: We haven't received a message from the Insurgency in months. O5-7: Not unless we're speaking metaphorically. <The Engineer's face retreats further into shadow, obscuring his features.> O5-1: I think he means it literally. Anybody else? No? <O5-1 reactivates the two-way audio feed.> The Engineer: —your misguided mission of 'containment', which you know to be disastrous, and yet— O5-1: Sorry, were you still going? Cut you off there. You know we can't see your mouth? <The Engineer's silhouette visibly stiffens.> O5-1: So, this is a little embarrassing, but we're pretty sure we never got any messages from you. At all. O5-8: Your vengeance has been particularly intermittent of late. O5-3: That always bothered me. The word is 'intermitted'. Why even quote if you're not going to do it right? The Engineer: You think this is a good time to stall? When you only have minutes to spare? O5-13: [REDACTED], please. We didn't receive any message. When did you send it? The Engineer: On the Day of Chaos. The 13th of July! O5-9: 13/07. Apropos. O5-1: Have we any record of suppressed communications on the 13th, 2? O5-2: YES. THIRTEEN MESSAGES FROM IP ADDRESSES ASSOCIATED WITH KNOWN HACKERS. THE FILESIZE AND PACKAGING WAS CONSISTENT WITH RANDOM CYBERTERROR ATTACKS ORIGINATING FROM THE RUSSIAN FEDERATION, AND AS SUCH THE MESSAGES WERE SCANNED FOR VIRAL CONTENT, RETURNED POSITIVE RESULTS IN EACH CASE, AND WERE DELETED UNREAD. The Engineer: What? That's ridiculous. We chose the addresses at random! O5-6: Oops. O5-8: Oops. <The Engineer sighs.> The Engineer: We'll send it again. Don't block us this time. O5-1: You could just tell— <The Engineer ends the call.> O5-1: Be like that. 2? O5-2: YES, WE'VE RECEIVED SOMETHING. THE IP ADDRESS THEY'RE SPOOFING THIS TIME BELONGS TO A ROBOCALL CENTRE IN MUMBAI, AND OUR ANTIVIRUS SYSTEMS RETURN ANOTHER FALSE POSITIVE. I HAVE EXAMINED THE FILE PERSONALLY, AND IT APPEARS SAFE TO VIEW. O5-1: So, it's a video? Suppose we ought to. <The holographic video screen in the centre of the room flickers to life. The insignia of the Chaos Insurgency is displayed. The Engineer's voice begins to speak.> The Engineer: What if the breath that kindled those grim fires, awaked, should blow them into sevenfold rage, and plunge us in the flames— O5-1: Skip. <The video advances ten seconds.> The Engineer: —long struggle is at an end. The rotten paste of lies of which the false Foundation is composed will finally crumble, and all they have built atop will tumble down to dust. For the first time, the numbers are not on their side; for the first time, the Red Right Hand holds all the cards. O5-1: Speed it up. <The video plays at double speed for the remainder of the speech. An artifacted image of a large machine appears on the screen.> The Engineer: The KISMET Device now exercises total control over the course of fate athwart the globe. All mechanisms of chance and contingency will be irrevocably broken. The suffocating Veil of the enemy will fall away, and the truth will be known. O5-1: Preambles are always so damn long. The Engineer: There is, however, an alternative. A means of preserving the long night you have cast over mankind entire. Surrender your seats to the Red Right Hand. Return your loyal soldiers to the fold. Become that which you were meant to be, remember your great purpose, and admit the righteous victory of the Chaos Insurgency. <The insignia returns.> The Engineer: You will respond by midnight on August the twenty-fourth, in the year of our crusade two thousand and twenty-two, or we will know the reason why and you will know the meaning of misfortune. Hereafter we of Delta Command and the Engineer of the Insurgency await your swift response. Capitulate, or be swept aside. <The video ends.> O5-4: …bullshit. O5-2: THE KISMET DEVICE LOOKS SUSPICIOUSLY LIKE THE CMS MUON DETECTOR OF THE LARGE HADRON COLLIDER. O5-1: What's their operational status versus us, since the LK started? O5-7: Estimate over two hundred personnel dead, catastrophic loss of equipment and facilities, complete disarray. O5-1: Field victories? O5-7: Not a one. O5-8: They've escalated to open warfare in desperation, and our folks are their betters across the board. It's a foregone conclusion, to the extent that those still exist these days. O5-1: Well, I'm glad we didn't get this message on the 13th, then. That was— O5-12: Don't. O5-1: I was going to say 'fortuitous'. O5-12: Still don't. O5-1: But yes, if they're in control of this situation, they've got a funny way of showing it. O5-10: Should we call them back? <Silence on recording.> O5-1: Let's not. <Excerpt ends.> The Engineer's explanation for SCP-7000 was filed for further study. Despite the apparent passing of the deadline presented in his ultimatum, however, the character of the LK scenario did not appear to change in the coming days. Item: 7-year-old Stephanie Belanger of Lyon, France becomes World Champion in Chess, having begun playing for the first time on 07/07/22. She has never lost a game. Reactive Action: Further investigation reveals that Belanger is the grandchild of [DATA EXPUNGED], encouraged to pursue the game at this time due to [DATA EXPUNGED]'s knowledge of the LK-class event. [DATA EXPUNGED] was also responsible for moving the event up from its next planned occurrence in 2023, and his granddaughter's unorthodox inclusion on the roster. Due to [DATA EXPUNGED]'s seniority, matter has not been pursued further. Item: Predictive meteorology becomes ineffective (beyond the existing alterations to atmospheric noise). Reactive Action: None taken; change has escaped public notice at this time. Item: Site-41 occupied by Chaos Insurgency. The periodic and unpredictable amnestic effect plaguing all facilities and personnel relating to the Antimemetics Division strikes the insurgents full force during their occupation; disoriented, they exit the Site and are immediately detained by guards stationed at the perimeter. Reactive Action: Foundation researchers repeatedly attempt to further weaponize this anomaly, but are immediately afflicted by the same condition in each case. Having been relieved from his post with Theta-7000 by Dr. Wettle, Researcher LeBlanc began a personal investigation into the LK-class scenario at this time. After consultation with Dr. Blank, he visited Dr. Wettle's elderly parents in their home at the Foundation-operated retirement village of Sunset Cove, Pensacola in the American state of Florida on 24 August 2022. Interview Log Officer of Record: Researcher B. LeBlanc (Replication Studies, Site-43) Subjects: Mindy and Simon Wettle (Civilians, retired) <Excerpt begins.> <Researcher LeBlanc is sitting in the living room of a single-storey post-war ranch house with the Wettles.> Mindy and Simon Wettle. Researcher LeBlanc: Did you ever get the impression your son was… carrying some sort of burden? Mindy Wettle: Of course. You know William. Always thinking about others. <LeBlanc laughs. The Wettles watch in silence.> Simon Wettle: Something funny? Researcher LeBlanc: No, uh… sorry. I was… remembering something. Yes. Go on. Simon Wettle: Like Min said, he never spared a thought for himself. Spent all his time fussing over what could go wrong with other people, what he could do about it. Mindy Wettle: What he had to do about it. He couldn't live with himself if something happened, and he'd passed up the chance to help. Simon Wettle: I think it started in his twenties. My brother died in '75, and— Mindy Wettle: No, Simon, it wasn't that. It started much, much earlier. When I was sick. Researcher LeBlanc: Sick? Mindy Wettle: Lung cancer. They didn't expect me to make it. Willie was only twelve at the time. Simon Wettle: You're right. That's when it started. He'd stay up at night, praying. Researcher LeBlanc: He never struck me as a particularly religious guy. Mindy Wettle: I don't think it was religious. I think… no. <Mindy Wettle taps her temple in irritation.> Mindy Wettle: I can't quite get at it. The destination is there, of course, but the bridge is out. Simon Wettle: I don't remember any praying. Researcher LeBlanc: I have some medicine with me. To help you remember. If you're interested… Simon Wettle: You mean mnestics? Researcher LeBlanc: How did you…? Mindy Wettle: We've taken them before, back in… god, it was ages ago. They were checking up on William after some accident at work, asking if it could've been his fault, if he was reliable. They wanted to know everything about him. Simon Wettle: I think about those mnestics a lot — when I can remember it. There's irony for you. Imagine how much good they could do in a place like this. Mindy Wettle: One of our friends doesn't remember her own children. She remembers me, because we go back farther than that. I tried to tell her about the mnestics once, but… I can't. The words won't come. Simon Wettle: Something to do with where you work? Where William works? Researcher LeBlanc: Yes. I'm sorry about that, and I'm sorry I can't tell you more, but… it's not my secret to reveal, and Dr. Wettle wouldn't want to put you in any danger. In fact… I think this is all about that need to protect people you were talking about. He's trying to protect everyone, and I don't think he even really knows what from. I can't ask him, but… Mindy Wettle: You can ask me. Alright. For William, I'll do it. But you have to promise me something first. Researcher LeBlanc: If I can. Mindy Wettle: You can. Promise you'll tell him to think of himself from time to time. <Silence on recording.> Simon Wettle: Well? Researcher LeBlanc: Yeah. Yes. Yes, I think I can manage that. <Excerpt ends.> Following his return to Site-43, Researcher LeBlanc attempted to make contact with Dr. Wettle. The latter disregarded the former's entreaties, and at any event was rarely present due to repeated deployments with Theta-7000. On 26 August, after his sixty-eighth operation with Theta-7000, Dr. Wettle abandoned his post. He was recovered almost immediately by MTF Pi-43 ("Garbage In, Garbage Out"), having failed to either disable the tracking devices installed on his personal telephone or turn the device off entirely. He had recorded the following video during his brief period AWOL. <The camera view is zoomed in close to Dr. Wettle's face. He appears to be out of doors, in the dark. Inadequate colour correction filters are enabled.> Dr. Wettle: So, this is it. I'm putting my damn foot down. <Dr. Wettle shifts, as though stamping his foot. His expression darkens; he looks down, then back up in obvious irritation and disgust.> Dr. Wettle: You're probably going to lobotomize me when you get this message. I get that. I don't blame you… hmm. Actually, let me Google lobotomies for a second. <Dr. Wettle's hand obscures the camera as he presumably scrolls his screen.> Dr. Wettle: [muttering] No, but what does it do. Fuckshit app. <He continues to scroll.> Dr. Wettle: Oh, come on. Can't fucking find anything these… no, yeah, okay. Apathy. That sounds nice. So when you do that, I'll get it. Maybe I'll be a funnier clown when I don't even give a shit that it's happening to me. But I can't keep tripping on my dick so the universe can laugh; this can't be the rest of my life. <Dr. Wettle drops the device. It takes two attempts for him to pick it back up.> Dr. Wettle: It's not like I liked the way my life was going before. This is just more of the same… a lot more of the same. The replication study straight out of hell. You know, when I joined up back in '98, the Director told me something like "our world is filled with hidden terrors, strange…" Okay, my memory is crap, and I wasn't really listening, but it was something like "stranger stuff than you could possibly imagine." He wanted me to know what I was getting into. I told him it didn't matter, that the shit I'd seen was already strange in a real bad way, and I was looking forward to seeing the scary stuff. And you know what happened? <Dr. Wettle shakes his head. His glasses fall off; he retrieves them.> Dr. Wettle: I found out that scary stuff isn't always different from stupid stuff. And I guess that makes sense; the scary stuff comes out of our fears, our every-day bullshit, and a little bit of everything in the world is already stupid. Why would the scary stuff be any different? I just didn't expect that all the weirdness I'd be seeing would be so… <Dr. Wettle sighs.> Dr. Wettle: So fucking dumb. Everybody thinks it's funny, what happens to me. It's not funny. And I guess I thought it would end, when I joined up. I thought I could replace my bullshit with yours. But it just… all ended up in the same pot. And now the pot's filling up, and it's coming over the edge, and I'm too old to learn how to mop. I don't know where this metaphor is going. <Dr. Wettle purses his lips.> Dr. Wettle: I'm too old for a lot of things. They never get tired of reminding me. <Dr. Wettle drops the device. He is able to retrieve it with only one attempt, though he is forced to bend over again to retrieve his glasses for a second time.> Dr. Wettle: Replication studies. The point, the entire point is that once you know something's true, you can damn well stop repeating it. But this fucking shit-show went on well past the point of scientific proof. I figured fate just wanted me to give up, you know? So I gave up. And it got fucking worse! So what am I supposed to do? Wave at everybody as they pass me by, wait up for them like I'm their goddamn mom, and die the death of a thousand stubbed toes for my trouble? Like fucking fuck. <Dr. Wettle stares into the screen for several seconds.> Dr. Wettle: I didn't even get to be the anomaly. I'm not the main character in my own story. I put in my dues, all this time, and what's my big break? How do I get to save the day? A goddamn treadmill of Buster Brown. Buster Brown? Is that the right…? Doesn't matter. Point is, this isn't how I wanted to be remembered. But you don't get to decide that, do you? Everybody else does. And everybody else is an asshole. <Dr. Wettle shakes his head.> Dr. Wettle: I'm fifty-four years old, and I've been a joke for… I don't know how long. Most of that time. And I'm done with it. I know it's selfish, but you're going to have to find some way to fix this shit that doesn't involve me. I'm going to do the only thing I can do; I'm going to end it all. <Dr. Wettle taps the screen, and the view shifts rapidly. He has presumably placed the device in his pocket, after unsuccessfully attempting to cease filming.> <The view returns suddenly to Dr. Wettle's face.> Dr. Wettle: Okay, that came out wrong. I meant I'm gonna run away. I just heard how it sounded in my head. Alright. Running away for real now. <Dr. Wettle's face is suddenly illuminated by bright lights. Footsteps can be heard approaching.> Dr. Wettle: Ah, shit. Dr. Wettle was remanded to the custody of the Emergent Threat Tactical Response Authority; Dr. Dan requested his transportation to Area-08-C for debriefing. Debriefing Log Officer of Record: Dr. Dan ███████ ( Director, ETTRA) Subject: Dr. W. Wettle (Replication Studies, Site-43) <Dr. Dan and Dr. Wettle are standing in Foundation Mission Control. Technicians are monitoring all Foundation probes, stellar phenomena and civilian satellites or spaceflights. Dr. Richard Barnard is overseeing operations from the rear.> Dr. Dan: It's time you had a little perspective, I think. Take a wider view. Dr. Wettle: Show, don't tell. Dr. Dan: Well-spoken, for a change. Bring her up. Dr. Wettle: Her? <The lead technician transfers a specific probe feed to the main board.> Dr. Dan: Tyche watching over us. SCP-179 in the solar corona, cognitohazard censored. Dr. Wettle: What in the hell is that? Dr. Dan: The heavens, actually, though no doubt it's hot enough. Her name is Sauelsuesor. She stands vigil over the stars, directs our attention to potential threats. Dr. Wettle: Looks more like she's directing our attention to Chaos Undivided. Dr. Dan: What? Dr. Wettle: Warhammer 40k. They've got a wagon wheel logo. You don't care. Dr. Dan: Yeah, not really. But you're not the first person to look at this and think 'chaos'; she normally has a lot fewer arms, and they're usually pointing in specific directions. Or, you know, less-specific ones. Most of my colleagues are convinced the LK has driven her batty, and she's just acting out of confusion. Dr. Wettle: I'm guessing 'life is confusing' isn't the big important life lesson you brought me here to learn. Dr. Dan: No, it's not. I do think her threat compass is on the fritz, but I don't think that's what we're seeing. I don't think this is her equivalent of a Blue Screen of Death. Dr. Wettle: Hey, did I ever tell you I'm the only guy at the office who can reliably get Windows 10 to BSOD? Dr. Dan: The point is, I think she's still trying to communicate something to us. Dr. Wettle: If it's the cardinal directions, someone ought to tell her we already know those. Dr. Dan: I think she's pantomiming the wheel of fortune. <Silence on recording.> Dr. Wettle: I'd like to buy an… explanation. Dr. Dan: The wheel of fortune is a tarot card. It represents change, the alteration of one's situation. Success. Fate. Dr. Wettle: Luck? Dr. Dan: Luck. It's a reminder that there are intractable, implacable, impersonal forces constricting and constructing our destinies. Dr. Wettle: Always seemed plenty personal to me. Dr. Dan: Good. That's a start. You're taking offence, which is the first step towards treating this as a conversation with the universe. So, why not raise the tenor? Make it a positive conversation. Dr. Wettle: I'm stuck in a loop of bullshit, Dan. If fortune is a wheel, I'm strapped to it. And it's spinning. And everybody, everybody is chucking knives at me. Dr. Dan: You think you're being punished? By your own sudden usefulness? Dr. Wettle: Yes. I do. I liked being useless. Useless people get left alone. You don't know what it's like. Dr. Dan: I was in detention for ten years. I know what it's like to be left alone. Dr. Wettle: I'd give anything to be a pariah. I'm a laughingstock instead. You can't know what that's like. <Silence on recording.> Dr. Dan: You wouldn't say that if you knew what was behind the blackboxes. Dr. Wettle: What? Dr. Dan: In my name. Dr. Wettle: Oh. Pfft. What's with that, anyway? <Dr. Dan shrugs.> Dr. Dan: It's a gimmick. I was at Site-19 in the late 2000s, we all had them. Kondraki had his camera and his hat, Gerald drove the way you do everything else— Dr. Wettle: Clef had a shotgun. Dr. Dan: Clef had a shotgun. If they'd told me I could have a shotgun, I wouldn't have just blackboxed my name. Dr. Wettle: I bet it's something really dumb. Dr. Dan: Mmm. Dr. Wettle: What would it take for me to weasel it out of you? Dr. Dan: Outsmart me. Now drop the tangent; we were discussing your chronic inability to accept the attention of others. <Dr. Wettle grimaces.> Dr. Wettle: I've had enough 'attention' for a lifetime. Just once, I'd like to step on a rake without anybody around to point and giggle. I'd just as soon nobody ever looked in my direction again. Blank and LeBlanc want to get fawned over, that's their business. Dr. Dan: Those are two different people? Dr. Wettle: Might as well not be, from my perspective. Everybody else is charmed, and I'm cursed. <Dr. Wettle laughs.> Dr. Wettle: I still can't believe it. Dr. Dan: What? Dr. Wettle: I swear to god, two months ago I actually said out loud: "It can't get any worse." <Dr. Dan considers.> Dr. Dan: Well I don't mind telling you, this is the new status quo. We don't see any way out of it. You're going to be working with Theta-7000 for the foreseeable future, at least until we give up and drop the Veil. Dr. Wettle: Give it to me, and it'll drop in seconds. Dr. Dan: Conversation with the universe, remember? Think bigger. <Dr. Dan points at the screen again.> Dr. Dan: The messenger of the cosmos is trying to send you, specifically you, a message, and that message is to seize the moment. Dr. Wettle: You think she's doing hot yoga for me? That's dumb. Dr. Dan: Who else would it be for? You're the only one this event has singled out. Just you. Nobody else on Earth has that distinction. Technician: Flare activity. Getting chromatic aberration; we're about to lose the feed from DSCOVR-2. Dr. Barnard: Back off. Can't afford to lose another one. Dr. Dan: Wave goodbye, Dr. Wettle. Dr. Wettle: She can't fucking see me. Dr. Dan: Still, it's only polite. <Dr. Wettle sighs, and waves at the main board as the connection deteriorates. Before the transmission cuts off entirely, SCP-179 appears to return the gesture with all eight arms.> SCP-179 in the solar corona, cognitohazard censored. Dr. Wettle: What the fuck. You trained her to do that. Dr. Dan: She's a lookout, not a watch dog. Still think you're nothing special? Dr. Wettle: Even anecdotal space evidence is still just anecdotal. Dr. Dan: God, you really don't see it, do you. This is your debut on the world stage! You're making a positive change, not just for you but for everybody. For all we know, it's what you were always meant to do! Your destiny. Dr. Wettle: To fall on my face at the end of the world. Dr. Dan: Literally, yes. Metaphorically, you're rising to the occasion. You're the most important person in creation right now. Everybody knows your name. Dr. Wettle: Great. Everybody knows that I peed myself to prevent an asteroid strike. I'll bet that makes me the toast of the town. Dr. Dan: You'd be surprised. People love an underdog. Sympathy leads to empathy, and empathy… well, that can lead to all sorts of complicated relationships. Haven't you been stuck in your simple rut long enough? Dr. Wettle: Yeah, all the ladies love a man who gets kicked in the groin by a horse so another man can pull off a sweet slam dunk with a hand grenade. Dr. Dan: Exactly! They love sensitive men. <Silence on recording.> Dr. Wettle: You think I ought to try enjoying this. Dr. Dan: What's the worst that can happen? I'm allowed to say that now, since the entire human race has lost their tempting fate privileges. Everyone except you. Dr. Wettle: You think… I should embrace this insane nonsense. You really think that. Dr. Dan: Think of it this way. Have you ever not been miserable? Dr. Wettle: No. Dr. Dan: Have you ever tried? <Silence on recording.> Dr. Wettle: Maybe she's doing a clock face. Dr. Dan: Clocks have twelve hour markers. She's only got eight arms right now. Dr. Wettle: OH! Shit! She's a SUNDIAL! You get it?! Dr. Dan: …sundials are just clocks, buddy. Dr. Wettle agreed to return to duty with Theta-7000. Captain Adams reported he appeared calm, and resigned to his station. Dr. Dan indicated to the O5 Council that his plan for neutralizing SCP-7000 was now in motion; the LK-class event nevertheless continued apace for the following two days. A representative six-leaved instance of genus Trifolium (clover) during SCP-7000. Item: SCP-6263, an anomaly formerly triggering spelling and grammar mistakes in all attempts to point out spelling and grammar mistakes, resumes operation for precisely the amount of time required to precipitate, over the course of three days, the incarceration of outgoing United Kingdom Prime Minister Boris Johnson. Reactive Action: None taken. Item: Three rogue sharks discovered in Martha's Vineyard. Reactive Action: Capture and release by SCPS vehicles disguised as American coast guard, and implementation of a cover story involving filming of the fictitious Jaws 5: Return to Amity Island. Item: Tactical nuclear detonation detected over the unoccupied Auckland Islands in New Zealand. As no conventional launch was detected, Foundation personnel respond to the scene. They discover the remains of the Chaos Insurgency's Hardened Mobile Array burning in Carnley Harbour; documents recovered from the site attest to an apparently lost Step Compilation culminating with a nuclear strike on Site-01. Though the state of the wreckage and unfamiliarity with the platform make precise determinations impossible, Foundation engineers report the likeliest explanation for the apparent accident is a catastrophic launch bay door failure. Further forensic investigation reveals the presence of anomalous components suffused with chronons, antichronons and tachyons, suggesting the Engine itself may have been present on the array at the time of detonation. Reactive Action: In light of its recent loss of materiel and manpower, the Chaos Insurgency's Activity Class is re-assessed from Level 5 (VARMT) to Level 2 (KULDE), falling below the Serpent's Hand, each sect of the Church of the Broken God, and Are We Cool Yet? among others for the first time since their respective Group of Interest classifications. Crash site, Hardened Mobile Array. Frustrated with being stonewalled by Dr. Wettle, Researcher LeBlanc confronted him in his quarters on the night of 28 August. <Excerpt begins.> <Researcher LeBlanc enters the dorm room. Dr. Wettle is lying on the couch, in his underwear.> Dr. Wettle: I locked that damn door. Researcher LeBlanc: Yeah, I figured you wanted to be alone. So I just hit a bunch of random numbers, and guess what? Dr. Wettle: Fuck. <Dr. Wettle laughs.> Dr. Wettle: Yeah, that would work. Researcher LeBlanc: So, I've been talking to your parents. Dr. Wettle: What? Why? <Dr. Wettle sits up on the couch, banging both knees on his coffee table as he does so. The table collapses.> Researcher LeBlanc: Because you're stuck in a holding pattern, William, and I wouldn't be a very good friend if I left you there. Dr. Wettle: I'm a gold medallist at the Shitty Friend Olympics, you don't owe me anything. But why my parents, specifically? Researcher LeBlanc: While I was with Theta-7000, I got to see a lot of the SCP file. "This is my whole life, has been since I don't know when." If you didn't know, I figured… Dr. Wettle: Sorry you wasted a trip. To fucking Florida, of all places. That's what they call a double-waste. Researcher LeBlanc: It wasn't a waste. Put some clothes on. Dr. Wettle: Why? Researcher LeBlanc: Because there's places in this Site where the cameras don't see, but there's public corridors between here and there and nobody wants to see that. <Researcher LeBlanc gestures at Dr. Wettle.> Researcher LeBlanc: No offence. Dr. Wettle: How would I not take offence? <Excerpt ends.> Dr. Wettle and Researcher LeBlanc exited the former's quarters and proceeded into the Acroamatic Abatement Section, escaping the effective audiovisual range of the Site's surveillance cameras. On returning to view, Dr. Wettle appeared distraught and agitated. He returned to his quarters alone, pacing for several hours before pushing a variety of random items off his bed and lying down to sleep. Just after midnight, he began speaking to himself. Dr. Wettle: It can't be that simple. Dr. Wettle in bed, security feed still. <Silence on recording.> Dr. Wettle: It really… it can't be that simple. It can't be… <Silence on recording.> Dr. Wettle: "SCP-7000-1 is inconsequential and requires no containment." Exactly. Exactly. That's all there is to it. He's full of shit. <Silence on recording.> Dr. Wettle: He's right, isn't he. <Silence on recording as Dr. Wettle stares at the ceiling for forty-nine minutes.> Dr. Wettle: Well, what do you want me to say? I've learned my lesson? I'm overflowing with the milk of fucking human kindness, here? Fuck you. Fuck you forever. <Silence on recording.> Dr. Wettle: [inaudible] <Silence on recording.> Dr. Wettle: [inaudible] <Silence on recording.> Dr. Wettle: You fucking hear me?! <A light fixture detaches from the ceiling and falls, shattering in a hail of sparks as it hits the bedframe.> Dr. Wettle: Yeah, you hear me. <The bedsheets catch fire.> Dr. Wettle reported for duty once more the following morning. Captain Adams reported that he seemed "refreshed, but also rueful, but also more than a little bit smug, and I don't know why." Updates will be appended as the situation develops further. O5 COUNCIL CREDENTIALS CONFIRMED THE FOLLOWING PENDING UPDATES TO THE SCP-7000 FILE ARE CLASSIFIED OVERSEER-EYES ONLY. As Dr. Dan had predicted, following his debriefing of Dr. Wettle at Area-08-C, the SCP-7000 phenomenon gradually decreased in severity. Thorough Analytics Department canvassing returned the following new probabilistic effects on 29 August. Item: None identified. Reactive Action: None required. Probabilistic anomalies resumed their prior functionality at staggered intervals over the course of the day. The Narrative returned to Nx-18, SCP-4040 regained its former depth, and SCP-179 demanifested five arms before resuming her usual routine of threat identification. SCP-4040, bottomless once again. The SCP Foundation had suffered thirty-eight casualties over the course of the LK-class scenario; of those killed as a result of the scenario itself, rather than direct enemy action, thirty-six have been posthumously identified as double agents for the Chaos Insurgency. The remaining two are under continued investigation. Despite significant global economic reshuffling, structural and material destruction and immeasurable interpersonal catastrophe, all civilian deaths attributed to SCP-7000 appear to have involved individual moral failing or spectacularly poor decision-making processes. Cover-up operations, including smear campaigns against the present generation of mathematicians; fraudulent scientific discourse to account for unusual mutations and atmospheric effects; the creation of the nonexistent Sagitteried meteor shower; fabrication of explanations for the total collapse of all futures markets; and the containment of inexplicably-resurrected deceased professional baseball player Lou Gehrig, with his sudden appearance at Yankee Stadium explained away as an impersonation in bad taste, will require extensive ongoing maintenance for the forseeable future. Nevertheless, with the immediate crisis apparently over, Theta-7000 was placed on indefinite hiatus and its members returned to their former stations. The Emergent Threat Tactical Response Authority internally declared SCP-7000 tentatively neutralized, and stood down from priority alert after the autopsy of SCP-3856-1, Researcher Samuel Lloyd, revealed deviant Hume levels — indicating that he was not, in fact, the multiversal iteration belonging to baseline reality, which was therefore unlikely to collapse. The correct iteration was subsequently located alive and in good health in a Chaos Insurgency safehouse after a rash of surrenders and defections during said organization's general disarray in the wake of SCP-7000. Official pronouncement of the end of OPERATION: BLACK SWAN is scheduled for 30 August. Dr. Dan encountered Dr. Wettle at the Foundation-run food and drinks establishment Sam's Canadian Pub in Grand Bend, Ontario near Site-43 on the evening of 29 August. <Excerpt begins.> <Dr. Wettle is sitting at the bar, drinking from a bottle of beer. Most patrons are watching the television, where a news report is detailing the sudden dispersal of seven large storm systems around the globe.> Dr. Dan: There's our Willy Nilly! Drowning your sorrows? Dr. Wettle: My sorrows can swim. I'll bet they could drown me. Dr. Wettle at Sam's Canadian Pub. Dr. Dan: Who'd you get that one from? Dr. Wettle: Harry. He writes most of my lines. Dr. Dan: Seriously though, how you holding up? Dr. Wettle: I'm upright enough for a guy with a knife in his back. Dr. Dan: Look. Dr. Wettle: No, I get it. I'm not mad. This is what you're known for, right? You're the guy who doesn't need to play a game of chess to see how it ends. You know how all the pieces move already. Dr. Dan: Everyone knows how the pieces move in chess. That's pretty basic. Dr. Wettle: See? Didn't even miss a beat. That's Dr. Dan. Dr. Dan: So I suppose you figured it out, then. Dr. Wettle: No, I didn't. Of course I didn't. I never figured anything out in my life before the other day. Someone else figured it out for me, and then I figured out they were right. God-damn replication studies all over again. Dr. Dan: Who's the someone? Dr. Wettle: A friend. Dr. Dan: And what did your friend tell you? Dr. Wettle: That this was all about me. From the start, it was all about me. I caused it. This was my crisis. Dr. Dan: Did he figure out why? Dr. Wettle: He did. Dr. Dan: You don't mind if I gloat, and exposit? Dr. Wettle: I've had three beers, I don't mind much. Dr. Dan: It started with Blank's wedding, and your assistants dating. Dr. Wettle: It started a long damn time before that. Dr. Dan: Sure, fine, but it was the romance that set you off. It's a pretty chummy crowd at 43, and it hasn't changed that much while you've been there, but now they're all pulling away from you and you lost your shit. Dr. Wettle: I wanted to make something of myself. I wanted to be someone. I wanted a wife… Dr. Dan: Until you thought you were putting her in danger… Dr. Wettle: And I wanted a family… Dr. Dan: Until you thought your bad luck was contagious… Dr. Wettle: And in the end I just wanted everything to stay the same, and I couldn't even have that. So yeah, I lost my shit. I really thought my life would turn around at some point; I thought it for twenty damn years. Everybody says I'm slow, but I guess twenty years is my minimum speed. Dr. Dan: You decided you were done. You gave up. You were never gonna be popular, you were never gonna be noticed. You let the universe win. Dr. Wettle: But the universe wasn't done playing. Dr. Dan: You tried to be content with nothing, so your anomaly made you the single most important, invaluable, famous person in the Foundation, in precisely the worst possible way. Because it wasn't what you wanted. Dr. Wettle: Uh huh. Dr. Dan: SCP-7000 happened because of you. Dr. Wettle: I don't even want to know what the body count was. Dr. Dan: Universally assholes or idiots, far as the AD can tell, and a whole lot of people got a violent wakeup call they won't soon forget. They got a second chance to chart their courses in life, because of you, indirectly. And that's the key word, indirectly. It's not your fault. It's not like you ever had control over what was happening. Like everything else in your life, it just sort of happened to you. And as soon as you decided you kinda liked it, after our little pep talk, the corner turned again. You're not allowed to enjoy anything that much, right? So it took back everything it gave. Turned you back into nothing. No offence. Dr. Wettle: 'Nothing' is one of the nicest things anyone's ever called me. But yeah, sure, that's a sensible explanation. Dr. Dan: I'm pretty pleased with it. Dr. Wettle: You singlehandedly tricked me into ending a K-class scenario. Dr. Dan: It's what I do. Dr. Wettle: You didn't, though. <Ambience on recording.> Dr. Wettle: Because you're wrong. <Ambience on recording.> Dr. Dan: Pardon? Dr. Wettle: A long time ago, I made a pact with the universe. To live a sucky life, but not too sucky. And then I forgot, and then I broke it. This was the revenge. Dr. Dan: What are you talking about? <Excerpt resumes fifteen minutes after Class-X mnestic application.> Mindy Wettle: I remember it like it's happening right now in front of me. It was in our old house on Stockwell Row, back in Peoria. I was going to bed; I'd been smoking in the garage, Simon was already asleep. I thought William would be, too, but just as I was walking past his room I heard him whispering to himself. Researcher LeBlanc: Can you remember what he said? Mindy Wettle: I can hear it. He's saying: "Take anything else you want. Take all my stuff. Take all my friends. Take all my chances, take everything good and keep it… just don't…" <Silence on recording.> Mindy Wettle: "…don't take my mom. " <Simon Wettle places a hand on his wife's shoulder.> Mindy Wettle: "Don't hurt my parents. Hurt me instead, for as long as you want. I can take it. I promise. Please." Researcher LeBlanc: Jesus. Simon Wettle: Just a boy. He shouldn't have had to go through that. Mindy Wettle: I never smoked again. <Excerpt ends.> Dr. Wettle: Turns out I was talking to the universe a long time before I met you. I told it to use me as a punching bag, and then I went to sleep. You ever remember those late-night thoughts the next day? I don't. Dr. Dan: So what, you're a two-time reality bender? Or you prayed to the ceiling, and Fortuna heard you? Dr. Wettle: Something heard me, and it took me up on the offer. It got good value for the next few decades, and then… well, you got one thing right. Everybody else was moving on and up, except me. Everybody else had change in their lives. I wanted that. I needed that. And on some new unmemorable night, half-drunk, lying on my couch in my dorm in my underwear, I asked for it out loud. I didn't even remember until my friend thought to check the security feed. Dr. Dan: Let me get this straight. You think you caused your own luck anomaly, and you think you made it worse by breaking the terms, and then… and then what? Deciding you liked it wouldn't fix that problem. Dr. Wettle: No. Sorry, buddy. <Dr. Wettle pats Dr. Dan on the back.> Dr. Wettle: You're talking to the guy who beat the no-luck scenario. Because I decided I didn't like it, didn't like being important at everyone else's expense — you should try introspection sometimes, I'm new to it and it's a rush — so I did something about it. Because it turns out I might be fat and dumb and slow, and a magnet for other people's bullshit, but I am not helpless. Dr. Dan: Wait. Dr. Wettle: I thought this was all happening to me, right? I thought I was stuck, but it was me all along! My life might be fucked up, but it's my life. I'm in control. I set the terms. I just never knew it until now. Dr. Dan: Wettle, are you saying you intentionally set things back to normal? Made your deal with the devil again? You spoke to the ceiling, and the ceiling answered? Dr. Wettle: Pretty much. <Ambience on recording.> Dr. Wettle: Your speech did help, though. Too flowery, but the sentiment was nice. <Ambience on recording.> Dr. Dan: Have you grasped the full implications of this yet? <Dr. Wettle shrugs.> Dr. Wettle: A lot of things, I guess. What's on your mind? Dr. Dan: You, Dr. William Wettle, destroyed the Chaos Insurgency. <Ambience on recording.> <Dr. Wettle laughs.> Dr. Wettle: Every clown has his day. Dr. Dan: You're back to mixing metaphors. Dr. Wettle: Yeah, well, that's one of the perils of writing your own script. Hey, wait. There's another implication too. Dr. Dan: Which is what? Dr. Wettle: I outsmarted you. <Ambience on recording.> Dr. Wettle: Well? Dr. Dan: Well what. Dr. Wettle: Well, what's behind the blackboxes? <Ambience on recording.> Dr. Wettle: You prom— Dr. Dan: [inaudible] Dr. Wettle: Huh? Dr. Dan: [inaudible] Dr. Wettle: I can't hear y— Dr. Dan: DANIELS! <The other patrons turn to look at Dr. Dan, who is now standing with his arms in the air. He glances at them, then sits back down sheepishly.> Dr. Wettle: Daniels. Dr. Dan: Yeah. Dr. Wettle: Dr. Dan Daniels. Dr. Dan: Yeah. Dr. Wettle: Dr. Daniel Daniels. Dr. Dan: Yes. Go on, have your guffaw. <Ambience on recording.> <Dr. Wettle extends his hand.> Dr. Wettle: Dr. William Wettle. <Dr. Dan raises an eyebrow, and considers Dr. Wettle for a moment before taking his hand and shaking it.> Dr. Dan: I told them you were more than just a gimmick, you know. I wasn't wrong about everything. <Dr. Wettle finishes his beer.> Dr. Wettle: So, are you gonna reclassify 7000? Neutralized? <Ambience on recording.> Dr. Dan: You know what, I think I have a better idea. Dr. Wettle: Yeah, you shit. I'll bet you do. <Two individuals take the bar stools beside Dr. Wettle and Dr. Dan.> Dr. Blank: How you losers doing? Dr. Dan: Sore. Researcher LeBlanc: Who's buying? Dr. Wettle: Flip you for it. Dr. Dan presented a brief on the future of the SCP-7000 file to the O5 Council the following day. <Excerpt begins.> Dr. Dan: So, that's what I think. We do that, and we reclassify the LK scenario as 7000-D, and the invisible powers that be should be happy. O5-5: You're absolutely certain these are the explanations you want on record? Dr. Dan: Definitely. It takes all the credit away from Wettle, which ought to satisfy the flagellistic urges of his anomaly, and it's not like the CI are in any position to argue. If I'm right — and minus one very embarrassing incident recently, I always am — we should never have to go through this ridiculous rigmarole again. O5-1: It all makes a certain hideous kind of sense. O5-10: I understand the -D proposal, but I'm interested to hear your rationale for the new 7000 file. You don't think this risks tipping the balance back in his favour, causing another crisis? Dr. Dan: No, I think the loss of prestige ought to counterbalance it. I've run the whole thing past the Analytics Department, and they concur. O5-13: Still, why do it at all? He was never that important, never will be again. <Silence on recording.> Dr. Dan: I think we owe it to him. Don't you? For being such a good sport. <Silence on recording.> O5-1: Once again, I move we accept in toto. Sound off. YEA NAY ABSTAIN O5-1 O5-7 O5-2 O5-13 O5-3 O5-4 O5-5 O5-6 O5-8 O5-9 O5-10 O5-11 O5-12 MOTION CARRIED O5-1: It's been decided. Wettle will go along with this? Freely? Dr. Dan: He'll be happy enough. After all, he had a hand in it. Did you see the new file photo for 7000? <Excerpt ends.> Per Dr. Dan's request, the SCP-7000 file will be forked into two new database entries. Barebones drafts are presented below for review. Item#: SCP-7000-D Level3 Containment Class: Decommissioned Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: none Risk Class: none link to memo SCP-7000-D-1. Special Containment Procedures: The remains of SCP-7000-D-1 are undergoing investigation at Site-19. No further containment measures are necessary. Description: SCP-7000-D was a progressive probability failure on the planet Earth during July and August of 2022, precipitated by an ontokinetic eigenweapon known as the KISMET Device (SCP-7000-D-1). The device was destroyed by the SCP Foundation via tactical nuclear deployment (see Operation NELSON'S REVENGE for further details). As the effects of the probability failure have subsequently receded, it is presumed that the device's ongoing intervention in baseline reality was required to sustain it. Contact the Analytics Department for a full accounting of known and suspected SCP-7000-D effects and occurrences. Item#: SCP-7000 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: memet Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: caution link to memo SCP-7000 (on left) and staff, 2022. Timed photograph by subject. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7000 is responsible for its own containment. No experimentation involving this anomaly is authorized without the explicit consent of the Emergent Threat Tactical Response Authority or SCP-7000 itself. There is no relationship between SCP-7000 and SCP-7000-D. Description: SCP-7000 is a probability sink concentrating local misfortune on its own person — Dr. William Wallace Wettle, Deputy Chair of Replication Studies at Site-43. « SCP-6643 | Words of Power and Poison | Bury the Survivors » ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7000" by HarryBlank, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7000. 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. This page quotes from John Milton, Paradise Lost, 1667, public domain. 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SCP-7001 | keter | PlaguePJP: XXV . by PlaguePJP SCP-7001 — Site-19 ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} «BEGIN LOG» SCP-7001-McInnis: Y'ello? Erickson: Is this Director Moose? SCP-7001-McInnis: Yep, speaking. Erickson: This is Alexander Erickson of Exclusionary Site-21. I'm hoping you received my message yesterday. I never got a response. SCP-7001-McInnis: Mmm. Erickson: I understand this is somewhat inconvenient, Director Moose. It's a quick check-up on your Site to make sure everything is where it should be. SCP-7001-McInnis: Uh-huh. What happened exactly? My answering machine clears itself out every 12 hours — having all those messages piling up gives me anxiety. Erickson: Yeah, you uh… probably shouldn't do that, Director Moose, but that's a conversation for another time, I guess. What happened was that there was a minor reality-altering event. Nothing to be worried about— SCP-7001-McInnis: How very worried I am. Erickson: Reality-altering events can be dangerous. SCP-7001-McInnis: Very dangerous those "reality-altering events" — would never wanna be caught in one of those. No siree. Erickson: I— Hm. Can you just let me do what I need to do and we can go on our way? Quick check-up and we're good. (Line is silent.) Erickson: Great. By our last estimates, Site-19 is housing four hundred and thirty-two different anomalous entities or objects. Correct? SCP-7001-McInnis: Yep, counted them myself this morning. (Papers shuffling.) Erickson: I got the… ah here. I got the signatures from everyone stationed at Site-19 last night. Everyone is accounted for, so that is good. SCP-7001-McInnis: Cool. That all? Erickson: Well, Director Moose, no… and this is why this call was rather important. We noticed a number of discrepancies in your anomaly checklist. SCP-7001-McInnis: Oh… that's odd. Erickson: You seem to be listing incorrect anomalies and missing ones that should definitely be on there. SCP-7001-McInnis: Here's the thing, Alex. Those went through like five different levels of command, including myself. If something was missing we'd know. Erickson: Not saying I don't believe you, but, these are pretty obvious ones to be missing. SCP-173 isn't on here of all of these. I'd think you'd remember at least that one, given it's the anomaly your Site built the Euclid wing for. SCP-7001-McInnis: We don't have 173. I'm pretty sure that's at another Site. Maybe you have something wrong over there. I'm not a fan of incompetence, Alex. Erickson: You know what I'm talking about, right? (No response.) Erickson: You know, the statue you have to keep watching… or else it moves. Is everything alright over there? SCP-7001-McInnis: We don't have an SCP-173, and we don't have a statue. I sent the right list, damn it. Erickson: No, you didn't. You're missing that one, and at least twenty other anomalies that Site-19 takes care of. Like, come on, the 173 file clearly states, "Moved to Site-19 in 1993." Nothing on this paper says it was moved to another Site, nothing here has been updated since 1994. So either you lost an anomaly, it doesn't exist anymore, or you're being purposefully difficult. SCP-7001-McInnis: I told you, I counted this morning and there's no godforsaken statue here. There's only fifty anomalies over here, goddamn it! I think I would have seen it if we had it. Erickson: Wait. SCP-7001-McInnis: What? Erickson: Did you say you have only fifty anomalies? (Line is silent for five seconds.) Erickson: Hello? (Line is silent for thirteen seconds.) Erickson: Can you hear me? McInnis: Huh? (Moan.) What is going on? Erickson: Hello? Director? McInnis: …how long have we been on this call? Erickson: Excuse me? Is this Allan McInnis? What are you doing at 19? McInnis: Y-yes. Yes. I'm here. I'm back. «END LOG» Item#: 7001 Level5 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: warning link to memo SCP-7001-affected Site. Special Containment Procedures: Due to the recent discovery of SCP-7001, methods of containment are still under development. However, through the combined efforts of RAISA, Foundation Exclusionary Sites, and the Overseer Council, SCP-7001 can be reliably tracked via the use of mnestics. Efforts headed by the Overseer Council are currently concentrated on uncovering the origin of SCP-7001. SCP-7001's Floorplan. Description: SCP-7001 is SCP Foundation Site-19, the most extensive secure facility constructed as of writing. Accommodations for over 400 anomalies, offices for a maximum of 2000 employees, 13 onsite Mobile Task Force teams, and offices for Overseer Council members are present within SCP-7001. SCP-7001 is not a solitary physical location. Instead, SCP-7001 can manifest at buildings, portions of land, and anomalous areas officially designated as SCP Foundation Sites, Provisional Sites, or Areas. SCP-7001 alters these locations into Site-19 through architectural augmentation, the manifestation of SCP-7001-1, memetic influence, and alteration of documentation. SCP-7001 modifies the internal topology of its target, leaving the external architecture untouched while converting internals into the Site-19 floorplan, regardless of the affected area's given size. SCP-7001's memetic effect is extremely potent. Once a Site is affected by SCP-7001, all ranks of the Foundation will believe that the affected Site is Site-19, with the original Site designation being wiped from memory until SCP-7001 detaches and connects to another Site. Between 1990 to 2004, Site-17 was affected by SCP-7001. All documentation created during and prior to this period was affected by the anomaly, thus allowing further spread. SCP-7001-1 are SCP Foundation personnel manifesting within SCP-7001. SCP-7001-1 instances vary in appearance and behavior within each manifestation. Records of over 50,000 uncorroborated documents of Site-19 employees were uncovered following numerous audits on personnel files. Among SCP-7001-1, there are four specific instances that will manifest at each affected Site. These entities are bombastic, unprofessional, and/or consistently break the protocols of the Foundation: SCP-7001-1A | Director Elias Shaw: A senior Foundation employee with a long lineage of family members that are either contained or employed by the Foundation. SCP-7001-1A was affected by anomaly "SCP-963,"1 which makes its physical appearance unique between manifestations. SCP-7001-1A can be identified by its necklace and unprofessional attitude, no matter the current circumstances. SCP-7001-1B | Doctor Alto Clef: A senior Foundation researcher affected by an anomaly that prevents its face from being seen through photography or video footage. SCP-7001-1B is also a low-level thaumaturge, but has not utilized its abilities for any offensive or defensive means. SCP-7001-1B can be identified by its three, multicolored eyes, lack of business-casual or lab-safe clothing, and short stature. SCP-7001-1C | Director Tilda D. Moose: Director Tilda D. Moose is not a physical entity. It is instead an aspect of SCP-7001 that convinces the current Director of the SCP-7001 affected Site that they are instead Tilda D. Moose, a senior Foundation employee. SCP-7001-1C is an expert in thaumaturgy and thaumatological entities and a former member of the Group of Interest "The Serpent's Hand." References to SCP-7001-1C are not solely concentrated on the manifestation of SCP-7001. Documentation refers to SCP-7001-1C as the co-director of Site-17. This has not been corroborated. SCP-7001-1D | Doctor Kain Pathos Crow: A senior Foundation scientist whose consciousness, through unknown means, was transplanted into an adult golden retriever. SCP-7001-1D is stated to have a genius-level intellect and a calm demeanor. SCP-7001-1D lives in Site-19 and rarely makes appearances throughout the Site. CONTAINMENT FAILURE REPORT On February 17, 2004, two anomalously-affected locations under the jurisdiction of the Foundation underwent simultaneous catastrophic geological events, causing all Foundation-made structures to be totally destroyed. No cause has been discovered and recontainment attempts are ongoing. Addendum 7001.1: SCP-7001 Manifestation Timeline For ease of documentation, the affected Site will be referred to as Site-X. PHASE 1 SCP-7001 causes all personnel stationed at Site-X to believe they are stationed at Site-19. Furthermore, they will believe they have always been stationed at Site-19. Site-X will be referred to as Site-19 and its original Site designation will be quickly forgotten. PHASE 2 The current Site Director of Site-X will believe they are Director Tilda D. Moose. Their previous mannerisms, speaking patterns, and behaviors will change to reflect this. PHASE 3 Documentation referring to Site-X will be replaced with Site-19. Concurrently, documentation referring to the previous SCP-7001-affected Site will be reverted back to the original numerical designation. PHASE 4 Architectural alterations will begin. Containment wings for Site-19's anomalies, housing, and office spaces will manifest. PHASE 5 Site-19's anomalies and on-site Mobile Task Forces will manifest in their appropriate locations. Architectural changes will complete at this time, fully altering the floor plan of Site-X into Site-19. PHASE 6 Site-19-specific personnel will manifest, including SCP-7001-1A through SCP-7001-1D. Full SCP-7001 manifestation is complete. SCP-7001 infection takes 84-96 hours to fully complete. Once complete, manifestation can persist undetected for up to 20 years. Addendum 7001.2 Discovery On February 17th, 2004, SCP-7001 was discovered following an audit from Exclusionary Site-212 by Director Alexander Erickson on Site-43. Between February 16th and February 17th, Site-43 was affected by SCP-7001. As manifestation was in Phase 4, this allowed for the discovery of SCP-7001. Upon detection SCP-7001 detached from Site-43, only to re-manifest soon after at Site-120, which began the conversion process. The Overseer Council immediately began a mnestic regimen and conducted the following meeting on February 17, 2004. MEETING OF THE OVERSEER COUNCIL «BEGIN LOG» O5-1: Alright, we're good to start. Sorry for the late notice on this meeting, but I think we can all agree we have a pressing issue at hand. (Murmurs of agreement.) O5-1: On February 16th, 2004, one of the new Exclusionary Sites uncovered that Site-19 doesn't actually exist as a location. Now considering we were all in Nebraska throughout the construction process— O5-5: Nebraska? O5-3: One, Site-19 was built in Nevada. O5-5: Wait, wait. No, it wasn't. It was in Illinois. O5-1: Oh for the love— [Ahem] Someone remind me to add this to the file, please. I'm enacting my mandate. Containment of this anomaly is a main priority until we sort it out. O5-8: Sort what out, exactly? No one has a straight testimony. O5-1: History — something to lay the groundwork that we can 100% say is a true fact, and go from there. Before construction, before containment, when it was just an idea. Nine, can you get Jones on this for us. O5-9: She was made aware yesterday. RAISA and a few sorting algorithms are beginning a dump and compilation of all 19-related files today. ETA is three days at most. O5-1: Good. O5-7: Perhaps the most pressing matter at hand is that four of our most trusted personnel are fake. How did this slip through every single layer of command? O5-1: Maria will probably tell us more — as far as we know there has never been a Foundation-wide issue caused by 19 staff's negligence. Maybe they covered it up. I don't know, but if they didn't cover anything up, that doesn't make any sense to me. We have an anomaly creating a fake Site that we've all been to before, with fake personnel we've all met numerous times, and fake anomalies we've researched. It's clearly trying its damnedest to hide in plain sight and justify itself, but at the same time, it's good-natured? O5-12: Normally I am not the first to agree with One, but this doesn't add up. I concur here. Our goal should be figuring out a when and how, but also its endgame. O5-1: Hell, the dead man's switch3 is in Site-19, meaning at any point one of them can go rogue and erase us from memory. O5-6: Has anyone been in contact with The Administrator? I tried a few times today, and nothing. O5-2: I attempted to after the Exclusionary Site sent us their findings. Radio silence, of course — I didn't expect much else. O5-13: Why do we need him? O5-10: Admin was the one who ordered the construction of 19, correct? O5-7: RAISA will clarify, surely. If memory serves correctly, Ten's assessment is accurate. O5-13: Do we have a plan of action? Four, you're normally on top of this stuff. O5-4: Yeeeah, so. I have a few strategies we can attempt. Like, here's the thing, this is a weird one. It's not out of my wheelhouse, but in case you guys forgot, I was deliberately told to leave 19 alone. No task force drills, no firewall or backdoor testing, nada. I'm going in kind of blind other than what I already know about our facilities. O5-1: Hold on, who said you couldn't do anything to 19? O5-4: You… all did? O5-1: Did anyone order Four to stay away from 19? (Silence.) O5-4: Okay… I got a letter when construction first started saying something like, 'conduct all operations elsewhere; any action against Site-19 that would compromise its integrity, deliberate or otherwise, is strictly prohibited.' O5-13: Nine, contact Jones and tell her to prioritize finding whatever Four is talking about. O5-9: Aye. O5-13: What are we looking at for this plan of action, Four? O5-4: Uuuh, off the top of my head I'm gonna go with a standard infiltration, detain, attack operation. I'll use my mandate as well if this goes through; I want Red Right Hand to handle this since they'll keep quiet with sensitive info. With the mandate, I think we should keep up with this mnestic regimen. I'm at least putting the agents on something like two doses a day. O5-13: Reasonable enough. O5-4: There are three — four — humanoids we got to look out for, but if we can get at least one of them we should be good. Knowing Shaw and Clef, they'll probably be the easiest. Moose might be a bit harder without some firepower. I don't even know about Pathos Crow. Either way, get in, get information the ol' Foundation way, then attack once a vector is made known to us, get it under our control. O5-10: I feel like having a dog working for us should have been a red flag. O5-1: Hindsight is 20/20. O5-4: I mean, it's not like he's a stupid dog— O5-13: Let's just put Four's proposal to a vote. COUNCIL VOTE SUMMARY: YEA ABSTAIN NAY O5-01 O5-02 O5-03 O5-04 O5-05 O5-06 O5-07 O5-08 O5-09 O5-10 O5-11 O5-12 O5-13 STATUS APPROVED O5-1: Meeting adjourned, we'll convene again once we have more information from RAISA. «END LOG» CONTAINMENT FAILURE REPORT On February 21, 2004, the Euclid-class anomaly wing of Site-17 experienced an unprecedented containment breach, leading to the accidental release of over 40 anomalous entities and objects. Of these, 34 have since been recovered. The specific cause of this containment breach is unknown as the Site-17 security system had passed official Foundation guidelines the day prior to this occurrence. Addendum 7001.3: Mission Report SCP-7001 was discovered to have infected Site-120 following its detachment from Site-43. Under Overseer Command, Mobile Task Force Alpha-1 ("Red Right Hand") was ordered to conduct a covert mission into Site-120: posing as Level-4 Foundation personnel to infiltrate the Site, detain one of the anomalous humanoids present, and ascertain any information which could lead to the containment of SCP-7001. MISSION SUMMARY Upon entry, Alpha-1 agents Pluto, Mars, Phoebus, Saturn, and Mercury were met by an incomprehensibly large, empty corridor not present in the known Site-19 floorplan. The room was bare except for hundreds of SCP-7001-1 instances. Attempts to converse with these entities failed outright, as agents were either ignored or offered expressions of confusion. The true size of this "lobby" was revealed to be approximately three kilometers in length as the team proceeded. Other oddities were discovered, including: The floor and ceiling incrementally angling towards each other, requiring agents to crawl through the last third of the room; For the latter half of the expedition, the internal PA system played the final three minutes of "Hey Jude" by The Beatles, consisting solely of Paul McCartney and an ensemble repeating the same phrase; Variably, the song would alternate to a loop of the first eight seconds of "Eye of the Tiger" by Survivor; Once the end of the room was reached, a door, far too small for human entry, was located. In front of the door was a glass vial of blue, viscous liquid with the word "SRINK [sic]" scratched onto its surface; Upon attempting to turn back and find another penetration vector, the agents were met with a wall in their way. Spraypainted on it was the phrase "NUH UH UH"; Once consumed, the blue liquid caused all the agents to shrink to a size at which they could comfortably enter the door, allowing access to the 7001-affected Site-120. Upon entry, the agents rapidly reverted to their original size. After scoping out the area, agents quickly identified SCP-7001-1B4 due to its "disguise" of thick-rimmed glasses connected to a false nose and mustache. No effort was made to obscure its third eye. Agents Mercury and Pluto pursued SCP-7001-1B through a Safe-class containment hallway before a mass of SCP-7001-1 instances began filing out of the previously empty containment chambers, preventing SCP-7001-1B from continuing and allowing for its capture. Mercury and Pluto brought SCP-7001-1B to an interrogation room to conduct an interview. Meanwhile, Mars, Phoebus, and Saturn conducted reconnaissance of the Site. Mars, Phoebus, and Saturn noted a number of abnormalities not present in other manifestations of SCP-7001. These included: Thirteen SCP-7001-1 instances appearing to be frozen in place; Three teams of armed researchers running through the Site, asking random individuals whether they needed to be contained or not; Agents who were asked this question attempted to confront these instances, only to receive the response that "being contained would ensure stability" in all cases; SCP-7001-1 instances that agreed to be contained were led into empty containment chambers or unoccupied office spaces and locked inside; Multiple walls which could be walked through. SCP-7001-1 personnel who passed through these walls did not appear confused; A containment chamber which, once entered, would exit out to a different location in the Site; Multiple stairways terminating at flat walls. TRANSCRIPT «BEGIN LOG» (Outside of the interrogation room, an SCP-7001-1 instance appears to be frozen in place.) A1-32 | Mercury: What's up with this guy? A1-01 | Pluto: Let's just get on with this. A1-32 | Mercury: Weird. A1-01 | Pluto: How's it going? You're Alto, right? SCP-7001-1B: No. Who is this Alto you speak of? I've never heard of this person in my life. (SCP-7001-1B has refused to remove its disguise up to this point.) A1-01 | Pluto: Hm, you look mighty similar to him. Weird. Why don't you tell me your name, then? SCP-7001-1B: Well, good sir, I'm Treble… uh. T Reble. I am T Reble. A1-01 | Pluto: T Reble, interesting. Sounds German. What's the T stand for, T Reble? SCP-7001-1B: It stands for T. Like the letter. The one before U and after S. A1-32 | Mercury: I've had enough of this place. This is a goddamn joke. (Mercury roughly removes the glasses from SCP-7001-1B's face.) SCP-7001-1B: What the fuck! That scraped my nose, douche. A1-32 | Mercury: You're gonna tell us what the deal is with this place. SCP-7001-1B: Ooooh a good cop bad cop routine. How fun! This is Site-19. We contain things. A1-01 | Pluto: Yeah, so do we. We were actually told to contain you. SCP-7001-1B: Wouldn't be the first time someone's tried. A1-32 | Mercury: Listen, Alto, I don't like having my time wasted. Having my time wasted makes me upset. A1-01 | Pluto: It's heartbreaking. SCP-7001-1B: You know, if you wanted to do this right, the best way would have been sending in hardass over here, have him apply some pressure, then the nice one comes in and gives me a bit of a break — make me like the nice one, you know — then hardass leaves so I'd be open to talk to the nice one. You guys aren't great at this, but I appreciate the effort. A1-32 | Mercury: I don't know what you think makes you an expert, but I'm not gonna take advice from a guy who thought a pair of disguise glasses was enough to hide and didn't even think to cover up the most identifying thing about him. SCP-7001-1B: You know what, I'll concede. That's a good point — great point, even. I'll have to remember that for next time. A1-32 | Mercury: There's not gonna be a "next time" if you don't start explaining what you and this place even are. Just help us out and you'll be on your way. SCP-7001-1B: Helping you out would only compromise everything else, jackass. You're at the tip of the iceberg. A1-32 | Mercury: Tip of what iceberg? SCP-7001-1B: The Foundation took a while to get itself right, and now you want to waltz in here all Johnny Big Bollocks and send it crashing down. Look at this place! (SCP-7001-1B walks to a window and pushes its hand through without any resistance. He then slaps the SCP-7001-1 outside of the room, who does not react.) SCP-7001-1B: We're already a goddamn mess because of this dog and pony show. Fuck that and fuck you. A1-01 | Pluto: The hell are you even talking about? SCP-7001-1B: Achoo. (SCP-7001-1B quickly stands and launches a small pellet at the floor. Upon impact, thick smoke fills the room. A door is heard opening. SCP-7001-1B sprints away from the interrogation room.) «END LOG» Pluto quickly pursued SCP-7001-1B through the Site while Mercury remained in the interrogation room to ensure all recordings were intact. Upon attempting to exit Mercury found all doors and windows had been anomalously removed, leaving him trapped in the blank room. Mercury transmitted a distress signal to all operatives, and his exact location was identified. However, the initial interrogation room was found to be empty upon arrival. Agents were subsequently ordered to exit the Site. While walking through the main lobby of SCP-7001, agents noted a crack at the center of the floor, forming a small, branching, spiral pattern. Through the cracks, a black, reflective substance could be seen. CONTAINMENT FAILURE REPORT On February 24, 2004, SCP-5001 underwent a large-scale power outage, causing portions of the anomaly to falter before the total cessation of operation. The internal Hume level of SCP-5001-A began to spike rapidly and non-essential personnel were evacuated. Power was quickly restored and SCP-5001-A's internal Hume level returned to base levels. Concurrently, Foundation researchers monitoring SCP-169 noted a severe uptick in activity from the anomaly, leading to a major shift of the south-west South American continental shelf and multiple cataclysmic geological events. A disinformation campaign is ongoing, however normal Veil maintenance procedures have proven unreliable. Worldwide dispersion of aerosolized amnestics is under consideration. Addendum 7001.4: Overseer Council Meeting Failures throughout the Foundation's containment infrastructure continued to increase rapidly. Sites frequently reported failures of electromagnetic locking mechanisms, leading to the re-adoption of turn-piece locks. The capture of Agent Mercury, in conjunction with the unprecedented increase in containment failures across the Foundation, prompted O5-1 to order an emergency meeting of the Overseer Council which commenced on February 25, 2004. MEETING OF THE OVERSEER COUNCIL «BEGIN LOG» O5-9: I'll start. Jones isn't even halfway done with the compilation. She apologizes, but a majority of 19's files are encrypted and require much older technology with even older firmware to even begin cracking away at everything. We did get one thing of note, though. Cryptologists managed to decode the Site's construction information found within 19's files. This is what Jones sent me: "The folder listed under 'Construction' is either incomplete or deliberately missing information. There are three files, all scanned text documents with the oldest dating back to 1925, all written by the Administrator. We have one that is the first Foundation charter, specifically the section on containment. Of note, there are numerous parts of the document detailing 'physical pillars' which do not appear in other copies of the charter I have on hand. This term has not been explained in what we've decrypted so far. The second file contains some sort of research document on random chance correlating to containment success, with highly varying success rates. This is the first mention of a potential Site-19 in any file, and another mention of creating a 'physical pillar' with no further explanation. The third is another research document from 1946. It describes the construction of Site-19 and contains another research document on random chance versus containment success, with a much more stable rate which showed that, as chance lowered, success increased. The words "Security, Containment, and Protection" were scribbled on the bottom, with the word "containment" crossed out. I don't know what to make of this. If any further information comes to light I'll send it your way." Any ideas? O5-10: Perhaps whatever Admin attempted to do with 19 or these so-called 'Physical Pillars' failed, and 19 was adversely affected, causing it, its personnel, and its anomalies to become some sort of memetic anomaly attached to the idea of the Foundation? O5-1: We need to get in contact with the Administrator immediately. There's clearly some sort of cover-up going on. Has anyone had success contacting him? I'm batting zero on all my attempts. O5-2: I put in a few calls to his office before we convened here. Nothing O5-1: Regardless, containment of 7001 should be paramount at this point. It's clearly growing unstable and is evidently trying to justify itself by force. O5-2: The giant room at the entrance, the hurdles to even get in, the capture of Mercury, the architectural issues, and the -1s acting abnormally. It's as if it knows we're onto it. O5-4: Oh. Speaking of Mercury, I was just talking to the other agents that went in. They were telling me that Merc's transceiver is still on. It should have died like 6 hours ago. But… uh, just listen. (O5-4 removes a transceiver from his breast pocket and connects it to Alpha-1's communication channel. There is static for a moment, before a male voice repeats the word "Contained" followed by cheering and clapping from a large crowd.) O5-4: That has been on repeat for like 8 hours. We haven't even been able to talk to Merc at all. If I had to take a wild guess, considering all the other craziness that the team experienced, 7001 got confused, considered Red Right Hand an anomaly, and attempted to contain all of them. Grain of salt. But I would bar all entry of regular staff into 19 as a precaution. I, for one, don't want any more people ending up trapped in that wack-ass place. I'm charting a recovery mission for Mercury at the end of the day today, too. O5-1: We can put that to a vote at the end, but considering we're grasping at straws, I'm inclined to believe it. I don't see another choice here. O5-13: Agreed. On the subject of containment, what is the total number of containment failures we've experienced this past week? Seven, you normally deal with this area. O5-7: I can discuss the goings-on for our Sites, yes. A majority of this is unprecedented. 17's Euclid wing had a significant breach of approximately every anomaly stored there. The prevailing issue among all of the sites is that the esoteric procedures we've coordinated have begun to falter. The ritual to retain SCP-2845 has not been as successful as in the past. Site-322 and Area-179's Integration Program has been temporarily suspended as no breakthroughs have been noted over the past three weeks. SCP-3000 has shown a significant escalation than what we have previously recorded. SCP-5243 has occurred five times in the past thirty days. That's four of perhaps twenty ongoing issues. O5-1: So, what, we're having a containment problem? O5-7: That appears to be so. O5-1: God damn it. O5-8: Any luck retaining control of the dead man's switch? O5-9: Maria's cryptologists are working on getting us a remote connection. Nothing has worked so far. The terminal hasn't been turned on since the 70s, as far as she knows. O5-12: Excuse me. The amount of guesswork going on here is all a touch unreliable, no? I know we are all often suspicious of the Administrator — rightfully so — but there has to be some sort of explanation for this that doesn't revolve around some top-level conspiracy with almost no footing. O5-1: Seven, when did the first containment failure happen? If I remember, it was at two anomalous locations. O5-7: February 17th. O5-1: Correlation doesn't equal causation, but February 17th was also the date the Exclusionary Site called McInnis. I think a bit of leeway in this subject is required until we get a clearer picture. You coming in and trying to cast doubt on a difficult situation is helping nobody. O5-11: Even ignoring the dates, I think we can confidently say that the discovery of SCP-7001 is leading to the difficulties we're experiencing in day-to-day operations. With direct containment of 7001, we can get this situation under control and restore order, and if that doesn't work, we may be able to neutralize the anomaly to prevent these issues from arising again. O5-1: Okay, okay, okay, let's take a step back. Are we all on the same page here? We all want to contain this, right? O5-13: Yes, One. We all want to contain this, but what I'm seeing is that our efforts are exacerbating these containment failures. I'm not sure why this is happening, but perhaps actually taking a step back to refocus ourselves would be of help here. O5-1: No, listen… I don't think we're on different sides here, but, we're on bought time. I really don't what to know what happens when we lose the opportunity to establish control. This could be way worse than it already is. O5-13: I agree— O5-12: I am sorry I brought it up in the first place. I did not know this theory meant so much to you. We are all just going to go with the wind now, right? O5-1: We're being played like fools, Twelve. O5-12: Oh, come on. Are we really doing this? O5-1: All I want to do is restore order — that's our job. And now? We are looking at a Broken Masquerade if what Seven is talking about continues! And, from what I'm seeing, more breakdowns are coming at us at an alarmingly exponential rate. O5-12: Yes, I agree, but wouldn't taking a step back to give ourselves more optics make more sense? O5-1: Look, okay, I'm just getting frustrated… and I hate to work off of guesswork too — I really do. But I see us at a crossroads here. The Administrator won't pick up his goddamn phone and explain what's going on, and since the discovery of 7001, we haven't had a stable containment rate of above 65%. We can take a step back, risk more containment breakdowns — possibly to the point that we can't fix it — or, we can get into the Site, get it under our jurisdiction, and work from there once everything is back to where it should be. At this point, maybe, maybe, I'm a bit more open to all of this because I just want to take care of this whole situation — I'm seeing clear cause and effect, and I know all of you are too. So, can we work together here, as a unit — as the Overseer Council — and contain this anomaly? Please? (O5-1 pauses.) O5-1: We're voting on a recovery mission for Mercury and direct containment of SCP-7001 after the remaining Red Right Hands take control. All in favor? COUNCIL VOTE SUMMARY: YEA ABSTAIN NAY O5-01 O5-02 O5-03 O5-04 O5-05 O5-06 O5-07 O5-08 O5-09 O5-10 O5-11 O5-12 O5-13 STATUS APPROVED O5-1: Motion passes. We'll reconvene once containment is ensured. «END LOG» CONTAINMENT FAILURE REPORT On February 25th, 2004 the Foundation power grid, which supplies electricity to the majority of the Foundation's East Coast facilities, underwent an as-of-yet irreparable outage. This caused over 50 Sites and Areas to undergo various levels of containment failure. Affected Sites are subsisting on their on-Site backup power as engineers assess the power grid issue. Addendum 7001.5: Site-120 Mission Report The final manned mission into SCP-7001 was to be conducted two days after the Overseer Council meeting. O5-4 charted a similar strategy to the first exploration, however, a much larger squadron was drafted from the Alpha-1 pool of agents, consisting of 35 members. Agents were permitted to detain any and all SCP-7001-1 instances and utilize portable reality anchoring devices. Two defensively-trained thaumaturge members of Alpha-1 were permitted to subdue SCP-7001-1C by any non-lethal means. Agents were deployed to the SCP-7001-affected Site-120 on February 27th, fitted with standard weaponry and body armor as well as infrared and night vision goggles. MISSION SUMMARY TRANSCRIPT «BEGIN LOG» (Agents are readied at the North, South, and East gates of SCP-7001. The lead agents of each squadron, A1-Pluto, A10-Venus, and A100-Uranus ready Halothane canisters. Each door has been lined with C-4.) A1-01 | Pluto: On my ready. A1-01 | Pluto: Three. A1-01 | Pluto: Two. A1-01 | Pluto: One. (The explosives are remotely triggered. Three simultaneous explosions strike on the feed. The doors are demolished as thick smoke begins to fill the area, leaving a clear entryway for all agents.) A1-01 | Pluto: Go! Go! Go! Go! (Agents file into their respective corridors. As the smoke clears, Site-120 staff are seen cowering for cover. Agents scan the floorplan; no alterations from Site-120's architecture are noted. Site-120 security teams quickly swarm the breached areas. The security team lead, Jeremy Cornwell, identifies himself.) A1-01 | Pluto: Alpha-1, hold your fire! The hell is going on? Cornwell: Identify yourself or we will shoot! A1-01 | Pluto: Woah cowboy, calm it down. Pluto, member of Mobile Task Force Alpha-1. Cornwell: The hell are you doing treating one of your facilities like a warzone? A1-01 | Pluto: Is this Site-19? Cornwell: What are you talking about? Site-19's in Philadelphia. (There is a moment of silence.) A1-01 | Pluto: Fuck. «END LOG» A majority of the Alpha-1 infiltration team exited Site-120 and returned to Site-01. Agent Pluto was questioned by Agent Cornwell for 78 minutes and required a verified reference letter from O5-4 before Site-120 staff were convinced to let him return to base. Pluto was led to a containment chamber by Director Daniel Asheworth, wherein a partially nude Agent Mercury was asleep on a cot. Asheworth explained that Mercury had been unconscious for the previous 72 hours. The word "CONTAINED" was stamped onto his body numerous times. Cartoon phalluses and the initials "ES" and "AC" were also found scribbled onto Mercury's body. Mercury was airlifted to a Foundation hospital as Pluto returned to Site-01. SCP-7001 infection was confirmed at Site-322 in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. With agents deployed to Poland, another full-scale invasion of SCP-7001 was put on hold as the Overseer Council met to discuss this information. A cocktail of sedatives was found in Agent Mercury's bloodstream, leaving him unconscious for a subsequent 36 hours. When he awoke, he was unable to remember any information past the disappearance of all exits in the interrogation chamber. Addendum 7001.6: Overseer Council Meeting The following is a transcript of an Overseer Council Meeting taking place on February 27, 2004. The purpose of this meeting was to discuss the reversion of Site-120 and the infection of Site-322, along with further reports of containment failures across the Foundation's infrastructure. MEETING OF THE OVERSEER COUNCIL «BEGIN LOG» O5-9: Are we ready. Good. I got one last file from Maria that the team was able to decode. From the Construction folder, again. 'We were able to pull the back side of the third document I sent. From what I can tell it doesn't add any context to what we already have. It's a bulleted list in the Administrator's handwriting. It lists 'The Administrator, The Overseer Council, and Site-19.' Next to 'The Administrator' and 'The Overseer Council' is the phrase 'Limited immortality, stable.' Next to 'Site-19' is the phrase "Memetic nature, no longer physical, otherwise stable." Once again, I don't know what to make of any of this. O5-12: I am putting my foot down. We are running headfirst into a brick wall over and over again with these missions. It is time to take a step back and actually look at this situation and come up with a proper, well-thought-out solution. O5-4: Excuse me, Twelve. I didn't pull these out of my ass. We're all at blame. You all agreed on what I wrote up, and voted on it. O5-12: I am not talking about you, Four. I am talking about One. O5-1: Oh, this is bullshit. O5-12: How? How. Please, please tell me. I remember that rant the other day. "Order is all we have." Maybe your memory is not as sharp as it used to be, but do you want to know how we got this "order?" By building it up, block by block, not running in somewhere, guns blazing and hoping for the best. O5-1: We have all the information we're going to get. Maria can't get through any of the other files and I'm tired of playing this wishy-washy game of touch and go. Our entire containment infrastructure is hanging on by a thread — a fucking hair — because this anomaly — listen again, anomaly — is uncontained and out of control. What more is there to do? We need to go to Philadelphia, take control of the damn compound, and contain this anomaly. O5-2: We just tried that… twice. This thing is clearly smarter than we're giving it credit for. O5-1: It's trapped in 322 for at least another two days until the full transformation into 7001 is finished. We can go in while it's relatively unaffected and camp out until we have a clear sign of what we're dealing with and— O5-3: That won't work. Site-43 wasn't fully altered when it was discovered and that didn't stop it from moving to 120. O5-4: Yeah about that, One, another mission is not gonna happen. O5-1: Why the hell not? O5-4: I have like 85% of Red Right Hand stuck in Europe; they're gonna be on a plane for over ten hours, and will need some R and R. We're probably looking at like two days of downtime at the least before I can get them together again. And don't even get me started on the wasted supplies and the new infiltration plan and the— O5-1: So? Use another task force. O5-4: No fucking way. I already used my mandate because I wanted them for secrecy. No way. Not happening. O5-1: We can't get in contact with the Administrator, we can't even get into the Site, and now we want to take a step back? We need to get containment in order. We need to get the switch in order. And most importantly, we need to get ourselves in order. What is so difficult to understand? O5-12: Sit down! You are acting like a child — an impatient child — and it has gone on for long enough. I am proposing we overrule One's mandate in favor of research to establish the best vector for immediate containment. Who is in favor? (A majority of the council agrees with O5-12.) O5-1: This is outrageous. We're so close, I know it, and now we're throwing away all the progress we've made. We can't let this happen. O5-12: Your feelings have not helped up to this point. Four, once 322 is fully converted into 7001, I believe an unmanned drone operation would be the best to begin. We can move on from there once we have enough information. Are we all in favor? COUNCIL VOTE SUMMARY: YEA ABSTAIN NAY O5-01 O5-02 O5-03 O5-04 O5-05 O5-06 O5-07 O5-08 O5-09 O5-10 O5-11 O5-12 O5-13 STATUS APPROVED O5-12: Majority is for the motion. It passes. «END LOG» Addendum 7001.7: Drone Surveillance UIE drones. Three unmanned intelligence explorer drones (UIEs), designated H-UIE, D-UIE, and L-UIE, were retrofitted with Scrooge.AIC, a pattern-recognition program. H-UIE was tasked with surveilling areas with high personnel concentration while D-UIE surveilled the Containment wings, and L-UIE surveilled the walking traffic corridors throughout SCP-7001. All UIEs were also tasked with the key priority to locate the dead man's switch. MISSION SUMMARY H-UIE FINDINGS The fourth-floor personnel corridor was overrun with over 250 SCP-7001-1 instances. All instances were wearing an identical necklace to the one seen on SCP-7001-1A; A heavily distorted version of the audio file discovered in Addendum 7001.4 played on the PA system throughout the entirety of H-UIE's exploration; Multiple humanoid entities were discovered. These humanoids appeared to be two to three SCP-7001-1 instances fused together at various points on the body, commonly the waist or arms. Unaffected SCP-7001-1 instances did not seem to note this oddity; SCP-7001-1B was located in a panic room via H-UIE's infrared scanner. SCP-7001-1B appeared to be lying motionless in the fetal position. On the opposite end of the room was a canine, believed to be SCP-7001-1D, also lying on the floor. Faint, distressed whining noises were heard; it is unclear which party was responsible for the apparent melee; Altercations between SCP-7001-1 instances occurred, wherein instances would form teams ranging from four to seven members, incapacitate another instance, then attempt to lock them in a room. This occurred approximately once every 10-20 minutes. It seemed that SCP-7001-1 instances were expecting an unknown outcome once the target instance was contained; All bathrooms were left in a state of total disrepair, with all toilets, sinks, and urinals missing. The plumbing these fixtures were previously attached to continuously spewed water; The office of Director Paul Lague appeared to be converted into a lush forest. Trees had been artificially widened and carved in a manner similar to bookshelves. Upon entering the office, SCP-7001-Lague, who was hiding among the foliage, spotted H-UIE. H-UIE readied tranquilizer pellets as SCP-7001-Lague began carving a defensive rune in the soil. The burst of energy from this spell caused H-UIE to lose stability in the air and crash to the ground. D-UIE FINDINGS D-UIE entered the Euclid/Keter containment wing, the largest of SCP-7001's anomaly storage units. All cell doors had been unlocked and multiple anomalies were roaming throughout the halls. Of note, none appeared to be hostile. D-UIE attempted to connect to SCP-7001's security terminals, only to find that the system shut down twelve hours prior to this exploration; Subsequent attempts to connect found that this system had never existed; SCP-173 was found in its cell with SCP-131 keeping direct eye contact with it. Fecal matter and blood had piled up to a height of approximately 30 centimeters; Locked in a small containment chamber was SCP-527, who was cowering against the door; Part of the wing was converted into what appeared to be the primary alternate dimension accessed via SCP-093, wherein a large group of Doctor Wondertainment's 'Little Misters' were playing a game of "THE FOUNDATION" with SCP-3301; SCP-6999 was blaring on the PA system of a single containment chamber, wherein SCP-6096, SCP-106, and SCP-682 were located, staring at each other; All closed-circuit televisions were playing episodes of SCP-4228; A large group of dead SCP-7001-1 instances were found in an interview room. At the center, leaning against a table, was an apparently-exhausted SCP-049. Approximately two hours into this exploration, multiple anomalies attempted to lock themselves in containment chambers, appearing to grow distressed and frustrated when the chamber locks failed. The end of the Euclid wing was anomalously converted into 8 identical hallways branching a seemingly infinite distance. D-UIE proceeded through the third hallway. The walls appeared to be stretched by an unknown force. Two hours passed. The material of the walls began to warp and widen outwardly, shifting in material to raw cookie dough, then black volcanic rock, then diamond, and finally white ash. The hallway continued to widen until the sides could no longer be seen. D-UIE continued through for approximately 78 minutes until what appeared to be the center of this expanse was located. Placed on the floor was SCP-184. As D-UIE attempted to return to the main wing, the hallways were no longer accessible. L-UIE FINDINGS L-UIE entered the first-floor lobby, the epicenter of SCP-7001. The tile floor was shattered in a radial pattern around a large, black void. As L-UIE approached, the internals of the sunken space were seen to contain infinite, mirrored copies of SCP-7001 folding in on each other in fractal patterns. The void slowly expanded as the walls and ceiling began to bulge towards it. Loose items around the lobby began to fly towards the singularity, circling above before being sucked inwards. L-UIE attempted to resist this force until a chair leg clipped a rotor, causing it to spin into the void, quickly losing connection. All UIEs were declared missing in action following the conclusion of this mission as all attempts at remote reconnection have failed. The large void discovered in L-UIE's findings is believed to be a singularity centered solely in SCP-7001. The exact expansion rate of this void is currently unknown, though it appears exponential. CONTAINMENT FAILURE REPORT Foundation Sites 17, 120, 43, 666, and 54 underwent simultaneous containment breaches of multiple, hostile Euclid and Keter class entities. Containment forces are working to subdue and re-contain all released anomalies. By Overseer order, on-site nuclear warheads are to be primed for detonation. Addendum 7001.8: Message from O5-1 On March 1st, 2004, O5-1 did not report in at Site-01. This was initially believed to be an act of protest as a result of the dissenting vote from the rest of the Council. However, O5-1 subsequently broadcasted the following message to all Foundation terminals. This message could not be interrupted in the given timeframe of one hour. FROM THE DESK OF O5-1 The Foundation is undergoing a mass collapse of our containment infrastructure. In approximately 12 hours, multiple Foundation Sites may be forced to detonate their nuclear warheads to prevent the release of innumerable hostile entities. Site-19 does not exist. It is an anomalous meme that has infected all ranks of the Foundation that the Overseer Council designated as SCP-7001. Since its discovery, SCP-7001 has been responsible for the exponential breakdown in containment we've experienced over the last month. The Overseer Council has neglected to authorize the immediate, harsh containment procedures needed to combat this anomaly, and as such, the Foundation as a whole is veering toward its destruction. I call on all Sites to initiate immediate lockdown procedures and have all guards ready to sustain containment by all means necessary. We will not fall. All Foundation terminals were subsequently forced offline until a follow-up note from Overseer consensus could be drafted. All non-SCP-7001 Sites did comply with the recommended lockdown procedures. An emergency meeting of the Overseer Council was called by O5-12. O5-1 did not attend. His last known location pinged via satellite outside of the SCP-7001-affected Site-322. O5-1 enters SCP-7001, but does not find himself inside Site-19. He is instead met by a small, dark room. A man — the Administrator — sits behind an amber-colored wooden table, meticulously writing on a notepad. He does not meet the Overseer's confused gaze. O5-1: The hell? The Administrator: Sit. O5-1: What did you do? The Administrator: When you let something like 19 run itself, it tends to get a rambunctious side — you think I'd let a thaumaturge manage a Site of my own will, with those liabilities running around? You saw it first hand. Always been that way, but they do their jobs well. O5-1: You let it be like that? Huh, you can't even control your largest Site. The Administrator: And? I let you and your twelve pals be immortal. Certain… liberties need to be allowed in my line of work. Putting all of that craziness into Site-19 prevents it from seeping into the rest of our ranks. O5-1: Where is 19? (There is a moment of silence.) The Administrator: I shut it down. 19 no longer exists. This is simply my office. O5-1: Why? Why would you do this now, and not from the beginning? The Administrator: Because I want to talk to you, One. Give you an explanation. So, can we chat? O5-1: We are on the brink of collapse. I have five Sites primed for self-destruction, and you want to chat? The Administrator: I picked you to be the lead Overseer for a reason, One. A leader needs to hold firm in his beliefs; once he starts questioning himself, the ship sinks. I promise you, all will be fixed once we talk. I chose you for your wits, and your strong positions. Once you get into headspace, it's hard to get out. An admirable quality. O5-1: I don't need your empty compliments. Flattery is a cheap trick, even for you. The Administrator: I need you to understand that this is your fault, One. I tried to let you all tire yourselves out, to let things settle. Let you see it was pointless and forget. But no. I stupidly underestimated you. O5-1: This is not my fault. This is your mess, and you need to fix it. I've spent my life cleaning up for you. The one time I actually need something from you, you vanish. The Administrator: You're acting like I'm unappreciative. Don't get me wrong, I understand your frustration, One— O5-1: No you do not. You gave me the job of keeping order, and I couldn't because you kept me from the truth. I'm sick of this game, and I'm sick of your empty flattery. Your life's work is to Secure, Contain, and Protect but you couldn't do those three simple things to a dirty secret, could you? The Administrator: You know, it's funny you bring up Secure, Contain, Protect. Those three words are like gospel for us, but when the Foundation began, we were failures. Objectively, we were failing. Our turnover rates, deplorable. Nowadays, you know how easy it is to recruit a bright-eyed genius from the Ivy Leagues, but back then, we were a joke. A brutal joke. O5-1: We were starting out. The Administrator: Human memory isn't meant to last for hundreds of years, so maybe you've forgotten. The number of people we burned through was insurmountable; researchers, D-Class, Directors, no one lasted. There was a breach every day, anomalous groups were attacking us left and right. For years they'd come in and take whatever they wanted. O5-1: I remember, I do. Almost got shot by an insurgent during my first year. The Administrator: Even then, it's different doing paperwork for a Site Director versus being at the top. For twenty years, we — I — couldn't fulfill those three simple words: Secure, Contain, Protect. O5-1: I don't understand. That's all I've been trying to do this past month. All I've done is tried and failed, tried and failed. The Administrator: Then you know the power those words have. Before 19, we had no real power to speak of other than a few big buildings and a few big cages. I made 19 to give us the actual tangible authority on containment we needed. O5-1: So, 19 was just a farce — some sort of empty display of power to intimidate people? The Administrator: There's no farce, and 19 wasn't the only thing I made. I made the role of The Administrator, a stable, secretive, undying force behind the madness — Secure. The Overseer Council, a team of the top minds devoted to our cause, who will go to any and all lengths to keep the anomalous inside of the Veil — Protect. And Site-19, the largest Site, sparing no expense for personnel, our anomalies, research, and defense — Contain. People outside and in began to fear us and our perceived power, but most importantly, they believed in us, and that's what gave us our success. O5-1: Physical pillars. The Administrator: That's what I wanted, but… it's a fickle thing. A Site-19 was built, but as it got larger — more anomalies, more people — it grew more unstable, and it adapted into what it is now. That amount of anomalous energy in one place, even as big as 19, never ends well. Site-19 is as real as any other Site, but doesn't exist like every other Site. I didn't have a choice, at that point. It was doing its job; our containment infrastructure was better than I could have ever imagined. O5-1: Why keep this all a secret? All of us could have saved a lot of trouble if, I don't know, we knew this? All that time I wasted on sending task forces in, arguing, and trying my damnedest to fix everything was all for nothing. The Administrator: When you see through the façade, belief disappears. Did you think these containment failures magically pop up? This was the reality we lived when we first started. Everything is back to chance. O5-1: So what do I do now? Too many people know. The Administrator: You can choose. You have everyone forget, including yourself, with no guarantee you or anyone else won't find it again, or everyone remembers, and our strength diminishes back to what we once were. Release control, or keep your stranglehold. It's your choice. (A brief pause.) The Administrator: Once I'm done with this sentence, 19 will be back, and you can decide to leave or go in. A flash. O5-1 stands outside of SCP-7001 at his last known location. He looks around, puzzled, and checks the time. 9:54, the same as when he first arrived. Cracks are forming along the walls of SCP-7001. Dust and rubble are piling on the ground as vibrations rattle the area. The Overseer takes a deep breath, then marches into the Site. SCP-7001 is empty. Desks, terminals, people, and anomalies are gone. The sound of rattling metal and stone fill O5-1's ears as he paces through the entrance hall. Cracks, forming spiraling, infinite fractal patterns grow with each step that's taken. In the distance, the air ripples, as if a great amount of energy and heat is being expelled. As he proceeds, O5-1 notices lab coats strewn haphazardly on the floor. A rust-colored mixture is seen splattered around the hallway. Identification badges, anomaly files, blueprints, and notes are all left lying on the ground, ripped and cracked in the same spiral pattern. O5-1 enters the main lobby, a massive panopticon of thirty storeys. He looks down. The floor has been subsumed by a massive, endless pit of reflective darkness. The entire Site is bulging towards this singularity as if it's being sucked in, but trying to resist. He moves to the edge of the pit, and leans over. A reflection of SCP-7001 can be seen, infinitely repeating, folding inwards on itself and spewing more reflections out. Colors shift from a deep red to a shining blue to gray and back again. Glass cracks and metal melts, then forms back and repeats the process. With a breath, the Overseer closes his eyes, takes a final step And falls. He falls for what feels like hours. His figure is reflected infinitely around him. He looks at them, and they all stare back. He sees himself as a child, then as a Foundation recruit, on the day of his promotion to Site Director, his first day as O5-1, the death of his parents, and the death of himself. He sees the Overseer Council room, empty and dilapidated. The leather of the thirteen chairs is covered in rot and mold. A spiraling crack grows on the massive Council table. It crumbles into dust and blows away. He hears his voice blare the word "contain" infinite times until it's nothing but a cacophony of droning screams. There is a sudden silence. The void begins to ripple, churning from a mass of familiar colors to an incomprehensibly bright, burning light. There is darkness for a moment, and then there's nothingness. O5-1 lands. He moves his hands around himself, feeling a smooth, malleable silkiness around him, the end of the void. There is a comfortable warmth around him. It feels as if the Overseer has been here before. He feels an odd sensation, an invisible force, the embodiment of containment surrounding him as he stands in the heart of Site-19. Every drop of blood spilled during a containment breach, every successful recovery mission, and every locked door his personnel closed washes over him at once. An incomprehensible sensation. These feelings rapidly flicker past him, never giving the Overseer a moment to focus. The Overseer stands in the empty void again. His mind clears. The sensation evaporates, but containment remains. As if on instinct, O5-1 reaches out and pushes his hand into the void, and passes through. A meeting of the Overseer Council has been scheduled to discuss the use of the dead man's switch on all Foundation personnel, and subsequent rebuilding efforts. MEETING OF THE OVERSEER COUNCIL «BEGIN LOG» O5-1: Alright, we're good to start. We're here to discuss the dead man's switch incident last month. Not to be the one to point fingers, but someone in here triggered the emergency amnestics and I want to know why. O5-12: Nine already said she has Jones looking into the incident. So far the finger hasn't been pointed at anyone. O5-13: Let's keep our heads on until we have some sort of evidence. Until then, we need a full team effort to keep everything in line. O5-1: You know what, you're both right. Team effort. O5-4: I have Red Right Hand split into teams of two to make sure all the Sites are in fit shape. Uuuuh, I think most groups should be back by the end of the week. They've been telling me everything is just about back to around hundred percent. What we do know is there's a hole of like two weeks to a month's worth of information. The only Site that didn't need some sort of reconstruction was 19. O5-1: Tilda runs a tight ship over there, and 19's always on top of themselves. That's expected. Have them allot some of their personnel to nearby Sites to help if necessary. O5-3: That sounds reasonable. O5-7: They have enough people to spare, I'm onboard. O5-1: I'll put it to a vote. Proposing that Site-19 be allowed express permission to assist in the rebuilding efforts of nearby Sites. COUNCIL VOTE SUMMARY: YEA ABSTAIN NAY O5-01 O5-02 O5-03 O5-04 O5-05 O5-06 O5-07 O5-08 O5-09 O5-10 O5-11 O5-12 O5-13 STATUS APPROVED «END LOG» Footnotes 1. A necklace containing the consciousness of SCP-7001-1A. Anyone who wears the necklace for a period of time will have their consciousness overwritten by SCP-7001-1A's. 2. Exclusionary Sites are Sites responsible for being immune to reality-altering events, thus allowing for the Foundation to keep an accurate timeline on anomalies. Despite this, SCP-7001 was able to evade detection by Exclusionary Site personnel until February 17th. 3. Part of the Foundation's Ennui Protocol, allowing for the instant removal of a concept from humanity's consciousness. 4. "Doctor Alto Clef." 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SCP-7002 | esoteric-class | bigslothonmyface Written by bigslothonmyface You can find more of their work on their author page. BY ORDER OF THE OVERSEER COUNCIL This document describes an ongoing EK-Class "Scorched Earth" Event. Upon accessing the file, Foundation Cognitomole catcher_77 will embed within your subconscious, and may track your biosignature for up to 72 hours. L4-7002 Agree and continue EMBEDDING... PLEASE STAND BY... Item#: 7002 Level4 Containment Class: esoteric Secondary Class: tiamat Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: critical link to memo Sydney Harbour during Incident 7002-146, 18 August 2022. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7002's "wish" must not be granted. Personnel found to be working for the benefit of SCP-7002 are considered complicit in the ongoing EK-Class Event, and are to be confined to quarters until Project Ricochet is completed. SCP-7002-1 has made SCP-7002's approach common knowledge among the general public; no effort is to be expended attempting to conceal it. Instead, main containment efforts are to focus on diverting the anomaly before it reaches perihelion. Foundation-sponsored comestible supply lines have been established on every continent. Each line currently carries sufficient lab-synthesized food to feed 100 million 200 million 350 million people at least every three days. Victims of SCP-7002-1 compulsion may require force-feeding; consult document 7002.II.v1 for guidance and best practices. Comet C/2022 I1 Description: SCP-7002 designates comet C/2022 I1, an interstellar rogue comet believed to have entered the Sol system on 3 January. SCP-7002 will reach perihelion on 29 November 2022, and make its closest approach to our world on 9 December. If left unchecked, the object will draw within 2.1 lunar distance (LD), the closest approach by a near-Earth object in recorded history. Preventing this approach is the primary objective of Project Ricochet (see below). Through an unknown mechanism, an increasing portion of the planet Earth has become subject to desertification as SCP-7002 approaches. An estimated 48% of the planet's fertile soil has already been converted to arid desert; researchers estimate full conversion will occur during or shortly after SCP-7002's December 9 approach. Other effects include: Crop blight, spontaneous combustion and desiccation of crops Acidification and salinization of fertile soil Intercontinental dust and firestorms impacting major population centers The gradual collapse of the Earth's magnetosphere These effects have worsened as SCP-7002 nears our planet. See Addendum 1 for a full account of the object's environmental impact. Spectrographic analysis has shown that SCP-7002 possesses a hitherto-unseen composition for a comet of its kind. The molar ratio of carbon to water in C/2022 I1's tail is 95–105%, in stark contrast to the average ratio of 4-105% for solar system comets. Furthermore, while the object appears depleted in diatomic carbon (C2), it is enriched in refined metals such as iodized copper and silicate (SiO4), compounds not typically found in interstellar objects. Finally, imaging suggests the majority of SCP-7002's interior is hollow. These factors has led researchers to speculate that the object may be at least partially artificial in origin. SCP-7002-1 refers to the recurring dream experienced by an increasing portion of the human population since SCP-7002 entered our solar system. SCP-7002-1 is a Class-II cognitohazard: Cognitive Resistance Value (CRV) directly correlates with likelihood of experiencing the dream pattern. Currently, a CRV of 11 or higher is needed to resist SCP-7002-1 manifestation, up from a CRV of 2 in early January. SCP-7002-1's pattern consists of several associated images and ideas: A verdant green planet of unknown position and origin. SCP-7002 itself, typically floating or flying through space. An ambiguous desire or need, possessed by the comet and/or the unknown planet. This desire is often described by victims as a "wish" which must be granted. The Sun and Earth from SCP-7002's current location. Channels of luminous matter or energy, flowing between Earth and the unknown planet. Repeated exposure to SCP-7002-1 produces conviction that SCP-7002 is a benevolent force, and appears to compel victims to work to fulfill the "wish" expressed in their dreams. Amnestics provide only temporary relief, as subsequent experiences of SCP-7002-1 simply reintroduce these concepts. Those compelled by SCP-7002-1 typically seek to grow and produce crops, particularly grains, vegetables or other common foodstuffs, using any resources at their disposal. Victims do not consume these products themselves, but instead abandon their fields before harvest, beginning the planting process again at a new location. Victims forcibly resist attempts to stop them from working or to harvest their crops, and often work without regard for their own health or needs. Death by exhaustion and starvation is a common outcome of advanced SCP-7002-1 affliction. The following description of SCP-7002-1 was produced by memetics researcher Grante Willis on 6 January 2022. Like most of humanity, Willis had experienced SCP-7002-1 for three nights prior to composing this account. However, unlike nearly all other Foundation employees, Willis did not possess a CRV sufficient to resist its effects. RAISA NOTICE: The below document has been scanned and stripped of memetic corruption by Foundation AiCs, but remains off-limits to any personnel with lowered CRVs. Please view with caution. Three days ago, I had a dream. The next night I had it again. And again the third night. Please God, may I continue to have it. In the dream there is a comet. But it is more than this. It is a celestial fireball beyond words, burning in the depths of space. It is gargantuan, grotesque and beautiful. It is the most wonderful thing I have ever seen. The comet has traveled far, and must travel further still. I sense its struggle. It burns without end, on through the void eternal. What does it seek? I can feel that there is something. A great need unfulfilled, purpose beyond my comprehension. I yearn to help it but know not what I can do. I am distraught, for I exist to work for the comet, and for its creators. Its creators! I see their world, so far away, so much brighter and better than my own. They who have made something so beautiful, and sent it to us. They are entitled to all that I have. Perhaps this is what I can do? Yes, they are entitled to the sweat of my brow and to my body and my blood, to all I have produced and can ever produce. I give it to them freely and without regret. They smile upon me! This must mean that I am right. I can see my energy, the spirit of my world, flowing to them. I have not toiled in vein, for they will benefit from that which I make. I have granted their wish. This thought gives me peace, but it does not sate my desire, for I have a wish also. I wish to burn as it does. To burn with the comet and to give of myself until there is no more It belongs to me as surely as I belong to it i am what it deserves and i will burn with it it is mine it is mine and i am theirs and it is coming for me Addendum 1: Environmental impacts SCP-7002 is a Class-XI thaumaturgic envirohazard. How SCP-7002 produces its adverse effects, as well as their intended purpose (if one exists) is unknown. However, each effect tracks directly with the comet's approach to our planet. 1. Blight Corn crops in middle stage SCP-7002 blight. SCP-7002 causes rapid withering of crops, especially those near harvest. Crops appear to desiccate spontaneously over a period of 3-7 days, though the effect has been observed to occur in as little as 90 minutes. High-yield nutritional crops including soy and corn are most affected. In the first month after entering the solar system, SCP-7002 blighted a total of 20 million metric tons of agricultural product. This number has steadily increased each month. In July, the object blighted an estimated 250 million cubic tons, approx. 71% of the total output of all the planet's farms combined. Wheat farmer Muyang Zhao described the visible impact of SCP-7002 on his crops to Foundation researchers on 20 May 2022: We woke up yesterday morning to a rustling sound, like sticks in a high wind. We couldn't figure out what it was until we looked out at the fields. There we saw every plant, standing on end like it was tied with a string. The stalks were dancing around and shaking, bumping into each other. The sound they made was bizarre. Twigs clattering around in a cart, maybe, is a way to imagine it. And then there was the steam. Every plant was letting off mist like a hot kettle. Not burning, mind, just drying up. All their water was gone by the end of the day. First the wheat turned yellow, then brown, then gray and black. It's gone all dusty now. My boy picked some up and hasn't been able to get it off his hand in three days of scrubbing. Crops produced under SCP-7002-1 compulsion experience blight and withering at a greatly-increased rate. 2. Nutrient depletion SCP-7002 renders previously-fertile soil unusable. Land is depleted of vital components including potassium, phosphorus and zinc, as well as binding agents, rendering the soil into dusty, granular chunks which break apart on contact. Salinization has been recorded more rarely, and acidification in at least one case. Soil is rendered infertile on an exponential cycle as SCP-7002 nears Earth. The progression to date has seen the object move from parching 14,000 acres of land in January to nearly 206 million acres in July alone. SCP-7002-impacted soil should not be handled with bare hands. 3. Drought: 70% of Earth's surface is currently experiencing extreme drought due to SCP-7002. The comet appears to disrupt rainfall and weather patterns, depriving the soil of moisture on a continental scale. Drought prevents desertified soil from recovering, and drastically increases the risk of fire and dust storms. Major population centers in 96 nations have been under storm watch for at least six weeks, while an estimated 988 million acres of forest have burned to date. 4. Disruption of the magnetosphere: SCP-7002 has weakened the Earth's magnetic field by a factor of three. The relationship of this effect to the comet's other impacts is unknown. Disruption of the magnetosphere significantly impacts the planet's ability to resist solar radiation and other disruptive phenomena, imperiling global technology and satellite systems. These factors have led the Foundation to coordinate its response entirely using ground-based communications systems, slowing response by 17%. Though SCP-7002 affects many aspects of day-to-day human life, mass starvation is the Foundation's primary concern. Approx. 2.5 billion people now experience food scarcity due to the anomaly, and many more refuse to feed themselves because of ongoing SCP-7002-1 compulsion. Addendum 2: Project Ricochet Project Ricochet is a joint Foundation-Global Occult Coalition (GOC) effort to deflect SCP-7002 from its current course prior to its December 9 near-Earth approach. Should the project achieve success, it may preserve as much as 33% of the planet's fertile soil from desertification, enabling the continued survival of the human race. Project Ricochet has two main arms: Primary arm: Deploy a team of agents directly to SCP-7002 to implant experimental technology. A manned mission to reach SCP-7002 will allow placement of prototype matter displacement systems (MDS) on the object's surface. Said systems will redirect SCP-7002 away from Earth and into a collision course with the Sun, dispatching the threat. These systems require delicate handling, and may not easily be deployed remotely. Secondary arm: Prepare backup countermeasures should manned mission fail. Should placement or operation of the MDS fail, emergency measures must be prepared to destroy the comet prior to its closest approach. These measures include heavy weapons barrage from a second-generation high-energy railgun system developed for deployment beyond Earth: the High-Energy Concentration Interplanetary Railgun (HECIR). Project Ricochet status is: APPROVED. Joint task force will begin operations 1 October 2022 from Foundation Site-02. Addendum 3: Project Ricochet timeline 1 October 2022: Task force begins preparations for Project Ricochet. SCP-7002 current distance is 674 million kilometers. 48% of fertile soil on the planet has been converted by the object. 7 October: SCP-1396-1 appears to track SCP-7002 as it moves near Jupiter. Its weapons systems briefly come online, but then de-power. It takes no further action. 18 October 2022: Dust storms cause significant damage to southern Australian infrastructure. Multiple Foundation sites lose contact. 23 October: MDS system and launch vehicle near completion. Concurrently, HECIR begins relocation to L4 Lagrange point to intercept SCP-7002 should primary arm fail. 51% of fertile soil on the planet has been converted by the object. 26 October: MDS and launch vehicle complete. Widespread acidification of crops in Indian subcontinent, due in part to overfarming by victims of SCP-7002-1; mass starvation expected within eight weeks. SCP-7002 distance is 605 million kilometers. 1 November 05:00: Project Ricochet primary team launches toward SCP-7002 aboard GOC Olympus launch vehicle. Expected transit time using sub-luminal warp is 16 hours. Though activation of MDS systems should take little time, team is prepared with supplies sufficient to last six weeks, and equipped with advanced telepathic shielding. 1 November 21:08: Primary team drops out of warp near surface of the object. Despite shielding, team reports immediate nausea and lethargy, but advises that they can proceed as planned. 1 November 22:01: Primary team touch down on surface of SCP-7002. 16% of human population experiences sudden loss of consciousness. Heavy distortion in communications channels. 1 November 22:03: Primary team transmit photographs of SCP-7002's surface. Photos indicate multiple advanced devices at colossal scale; purpose of same remains unclear. Team advised to proceed with caution. 1 November 22:09: Acid rainfall reported over 71% of North America. Magnetic field distortions. Unconscious portion of human population enters spontaneous REM sleep. 1 November 22:18: Primary team advises that MDS units have been placed and powered on. Activation timer set for five minutes. Team proceeds toward evacuation vehicle. 1 November 22:20: Primary team report loss of two members, including team lead. Heavy distortion prevents team from communicating cause. 1 November 22:21: Communication with primary team lost. 1 November 22:22: Inbuilt monitors indicate MDS systems have been manually disabled. Site-02 unable to reestablish contact with team. 1 November 23:51: Single, continuous transmission received from primary team. Heavily-cognitohazardous message consists of words "its w███" repeated 1,136 times. Radio channels are closed after six hours. Project Ricochet primary arm declared FAILED 2 November 11:08. SCP-7002 distance is 550 million kilometers. 54% of fertile soil on the planet has been converted by the object. 2 November: Individuals rendered unconscious during 1 November incident wake. Each reports experiencing a modified version of SCP-7002-1: in addition to previous images, those affected also witness Project Ricochet primary team launch and approach. Affected individuals explicitly identify the team, and the Foundation, as hostile. 3 November: Modified SCP-7002-1 replaces the original for all people when they next fall asleep. High-level BK-class "Broken Masquerade" scenario declared. 18 November: HECIR unit reaches L4 Lagrange point. SCP-7002 distance is 363 million kilometers. 19 November: Wildfire breaks out six kilometers south of Site-02 in the ████████ Forest; cause unknown. 21 November: SCP-7002-1 increases in strength. All individuals with CRV below 20 now experience cognitohazardous effects, including some two-thirds of Foundation staff. SCP-7002 distance is 254 million kilometers. 25 November: 60% of fertile soil on the planet has been converted by the object. 27 November: Attacks following BK-class event render Foundation civilian supply lines useless. Alternative measures sought to transport food. Mass starvation events common in most population centers. 29 November: SCP-7002 reaches perihelion. Distance from Earth is 136 million kilometers. Object now within one million kilometers of HECIR's effective range. 29 November: Further modifications to SCP-7002-1. Dream now transmits awareness of HECIR, as well as exact location of Foundation Site-02. 29 November 07:14: SCP-7002 enters HECIR effective range; Project Ricochet secondary arm is GO. Targeting coordinates transmitted. 29 November 07:17: Power outage reported at multiple sites, including Site-02. Numerous figures sighted in ████████ Forest, rapidly approaching Site. 29 November 07:19: Emergency power online. HECIR begins calibration for firing. 29 November 07:20: Site-02 automated defenses trigger as an estimated 17,000 individuals emerge from the forest boundary. HECIR calibration at 50%. 29 November 07:21: 4,000 individuals successfully reach Site-02 perimeter wall. HECIR calibration at 98%. 29 November 07:22: HECIR fires. 29 November 07:24: HECIR volley misses SCP-7002. Investigation confirms incorrect coordinates were sent by Project Ricochet central command. 29 November 07:25: Project Ricochet central command transmits message "gr███ █t" to all Foundation sites within range. 29 November 07:28: Assailants breach Site-02 perimeter. HECIR fails to begin recalibration. 29 November 07:47: Site-02 declared lost. Project Ricochet secondary arm declared FAILED 29 November 07:47. Alternatives under consideration. SCP-7002 distance is 133 million kilometers. 30 November: Most remaining Foundation sites overtaken by attacks. GOC and other allied Groups of Interest unresponsive or hostile. 3 December: 70% of fertile soil on the planet has been converted by the object. 5 December: SCP-7002-1 increases in strength. All individuals with CRV below 50 now experience cognitohazardous effects, including 98% of remaining Foundation staff. SCP-7002 distance is 49 million kilometers. 8 December: Satellite imaging suggests nearly all remaining landmass has been co-opted for use as farmland by victims of SCP-7002-1 compulsion. Continental-scale dust storms complicate further imaging past this point. 8 December: Foundation Site-01 overtaken by attacks. SCP-7002 distance is eight million kilometers. 9 December: Earth's magnetic field depleted to 1/100th of original strength. Solar radiation disables global communication and positioning systems. SCP-7002 distance is three million kilometers. 9 December: Entirety of human population believed to be under SCP-7002-1 compulsion. Automated tracking systems engage. 9 December 10:00: SCP-7002 distance is 950,000 kilometers. 9 December 11:00: SCP-7002 distance is 900,000 kilometers. 9 December 12:00: SCP-7002 distance is 850,000 kilometers. 9 December 13:00: SCP-7002 distance is 800,000 kilometers. 9 December 14:00: SCP-7002 distance is 750,000 kilometers 9 December 15:00: SCP-7002 distance is 700,000 kilometers. Closest approach distance in two hours. 9 December 16:00: SCP-7002 distance is 650,000 kilometers. Closest approach distance in one hour. 9 December 2022 16:31: Two members of Project Ricochet primary team, suspected killed-in-action during initial landing attempt, re-establish radio contact. Attempts to hail Site-02 are met with automated response. SCP-7002 closest approach distance in 29 minutes. 9 December 2022 16:38: Monitoring indicates MDS units placed by primary team have been reactivated. 9 December 2022 16:46: Return vehicle launch detected on SCP-7002's surface. 9 December 2022 16:48: MDS systems placed by Project Ricochet primary team activate. SCP-7002 displaced. 9 December 2022 16:49: SCP-7002 confirmed neutralized in direct collision with the Sun. 9 December 2022: First rainfall in 16 weeks recorded on the planet Earth. Addendum 4: Primary team debriefing ATTENTION: Level 5 EYES ONLY _ –Proceed at your own risk–BIOSIGNATURE ACCEPTED Project Ricochet primary launch team members Alpha and Bravo returned to Earth on 9 December 2022, after surviving on the surface of SCP-7002 for 39 days. After a two-week quarantine, the pair was debriefed. They indicated team members Charlie and Delta, presumably under telepathic compulsion, had attacked them shortly after they placed the MDS units: Alpha: They'd been acting weird ever since we dropped out of warp. I think their telekill was faulty. Bravo: We'd split our equipment up, and Charlie had all our weapons. She got me pretty good with her knife when I turned my back, but the suit saved me. I owe Engineering big time for that. Alpha: We fought back, of course, but they were stronger. Not just normal strong, either. No offense to them, but I'd take myself in a scuffle any day. But once whatever got in their heads took over, they went wild. I took a punch from Delta and it was like getting hit by a car. Must have knocked me 30 feet in that low grav. Alpha and Bravo escaped down a tunnel in the surface of SCP-7002, but were trapped when their teammates sealed the entrance. Unable to clear the way, the pair decided to explore the interior and await the second stage of Project Ricochet: Alpha: We knew HECIR was going to blow that comet to kingdom come in about a month. But we also knew command's main plan had failed pretty much immediately, and we weren't convinced Charlie and Delta wouldn't do something to mess with the backup plan too. Interviewer: You were correct. They found a way to send information about the Foundation through 7002-1. Alpha: Right. So we decided to wait it out. Stay hidden, explore what we could, and be around to try something if HECIR didn't get the job done. We had our rations, thank god, and enough oxygen to keep us going until the end. Interviewer: You would have died when HECIR destroyed the comet. Bravo: Yeah, well, we were dead anyway. We thought Charlie and Delta would destroy the MDS units, and probably the return vehicle too. And even if they hadn't, getting back to the ship would have meant fighting, and I didn't fancy my odds in a disagreement with Charlie's guns. After HECIR failed to eliminate SCP-7002, Alpha and Bravo reassessed their situation. They realized they could use their remaining backup oxygen canister, kept under enormous pressure, as a makeshift explosive to free themselves from the cave. From there, they would attempt to fight their teammates and repair the MDS devices if possible. The pair successfully detonated their oxygen canister, clearing a path out but leaving them with only a few hours of remaining air. Alpha: We didn't know what to expect when we got back topside. We couldn't hear much from underground, but we got the impression Charlie and Delta had been making something. There was a lot of scraping and digging, and we could feel the ground shift from time to time. Interviewer: What did you find? [Alpha and Bravo glance at each other.] Bravo: Well… I guess you could call it a farm. Interviewer: On the comet? How is that possible? Bravo: It wasn't much of a farm, put it that way. Under intense compulsion from SCP-7002-1, Charlie and Delta had attempted to produce crops on the comet's surface. Alpha and Bravo estimated that their colleagues had converted as much as 35% of the object's crust using their bare hands alone. Alpha: They'd dug neat rows, one after the other. When they were done with that they'd started dropping pebbles in the dirt like seeds. Just stuff they'd gathered from the ground, you know? And then they'd cover it up and start a new row. Bravo: Had to have gone on that way for weeks. Everything we could see to the horizon was covered in their "fields." So close up to 7002, they must've gotten the itch real bad. Interviewer: I see. Were you able to overpower them? [Silence.] Interviewer: Alpha? Alpha: As they dug, they'd… done a lot of damage to themselves. It wasn't much of a fight. Alpha and Bravo found that their teammates had not damaged the return vehicle or the MDS units. They were able to activate the MDS and escape, a mere 15 minutes before SCP-7002 reached its closest approach to Earth. Alpha: By the way, we took plenty of photos down in that cave. You had a chance to look those over? Interviewer: Yes, we have. Thank you. Alpha: No problem. Can't say they mean anything to me, but maybe you all can make something of it that we couldn't. Addendum 5: Nature of SCP-7002 SCP-7002 interior tunnel. Photo taken by Ricochet landing team. Both analysis of prior imaging and the photographs collected by Project Ricochet's primary landing team suggest that SCP-7002 was created by an intelligent, non-human race for the purpose of resource gathering. Key evidence includes: Radiographic sonar: object hollow beyond depth of 75 meters. Spectrography: object was composed largely of synthesized metallic materials beneath a thin, rocky crust. Photographs: object possessed multiple gigaton-scale energy collection and storage systems of unknown make and purpose. Equipment bore similarity to SCP-█████, suggesting capacity to remotely harvest chemical potential energy. Photographs: object housed components for long-distance travel and communication with unknown, extrasolar entities. Foundation exophysicists speculate that SCP-7002 was intentionally directed toward a developed planet, and that its cognitohazards were intended both to prevent obstruction of its goals and to compel its victims to produce additional harvest. Further research is ongoing. SCP-7002 desertified 75% of Earth's surface before its neutralization. However, with the effects of the comet now absent, researchers believe that the majority of this soil can be restored to fertility within 15-20 years. Furthermore, the conversion of much of Earth's remaining soil to farmland by victims of SCP-7002-1 has had an unexpected benefit: food scarcity in the wake of the event has decreased substantially, as a greater number of territories now rely on locally-produced resources. Addendum 6: SCP-7002-1 final transmission On 31 December 2022, most of Earth's remaining population experienced an additional instance of SCP-7002-1. As SCP-7002 had been neutralized several weeks prior, the origin of this dream is unknown. 7002-1/31-Dec-2022 description: Dream depicts a verdant green planet in the distance. Ahead of it, traveling away into space, is a group of at least 200 comets. Upon waking, all those who experienced the dream recall hearing the phrase "grant our wish" spoken in their native language. More from this author ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7002" by bigslothonmyface, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7002. 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SCP-7003 | pending | ORIGINAL FILE - HANDLE WITH CARE You have accessed the original version of [SCP-7003]. Damage, loss, or alterations to this document will be punished. If you would prefer a copy and none are available, consider volunteering for the Archival department if your other duties permit. This document was recently defaced. The text on the reverse side of this sheet should be ignored, as should any unofficial footnotes. Item#: 7003 Level1 Containment Class: pending Secondary Class: Something new. Something that defines it not as something to be contained, but utilized. Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: notice link to memo Painting gifted to the Foundation of SCP-7003-2 by a civilian after its properties saved their life. Civilian wished to be anonymous but for the painting to be used with its file. Special Containment Procedures: Containment is not the priority with SCP-7003. The whereabouts of SCP-7003-1, -2, and -3 should always be known in the event any SCP-7003 instance is needed in any of the world's remaining countries. MTF Omega-4 ("Horse Shoes") is on constant alert to monitor or corral the appropriate instance to the jurisdiction with the greatest need, as determined by a majority vote of the O5 Council. Interference with SCP-7003 or Foundation directives regarding their corralling will at minimum result in a 50% reduction in water rations. Disinformation regarding their whereabouts is disseminated through Foundation plants within major GOIs not yet aligned with our mission. Information is focused on examples of the incalculable benefit SCP-7003 has had and will continue to have for sustaining the remainder of the human race. Reports of SCP-7003 worship are deemed acceptable, provided these remain fringe cases and do not interfere with Foundation directives. Anyone approaching any instance of SCP-7003 who is deemed to interfere with or deviate from established procedure should be terminated with prejudice.1 SCP-7003 is considered among the Foundation's most significant and highly valued assets. In the event line of sight is lost, locating SCP-7003-1 becomes the Foundation's primary mission, no exceptions. Personnel and equipment will be moved from the nearest strongholds in this event, even if this may result in the stronghold’s collapse. Do not lose sight. Description: SCP-7003 denotes three entities resembling Equus ferus specimens (the once-common wild horse) and their respective anomalous effects. Each are identifiable by their white pelt and unique area of effect, detailed below. SCP-7003 instances have demonstrated anomalous physical endurance and tolerance to hunger and thirst, with observation showing no need for sleep or sustenance. SCP-7003-1's primary effect is an anomalous, possibly passive ability to summon rainfall. By consent of 95% of the Foundation's governance, a system to harvest rainwater caused by SCP-7003-1 has been established. MTF Omega-1 ("Cup Bearers"), comprised out of disbanded MTFs, has been given three out of the eleven surviving SolarDarity Ground Vehicles, reconfigured with water collecting capabilities. These vehicles had been rerouted from Supply Line HOG, Supply Line BUL, and the defense of Stronghold-32, resulting in their collapse2. As of 2096/02/29, it is estimated that between 63% to 71% of the human population's continued survival is owed to SCP-7003, be it through the guarantee of sustenance, sanitation, or security.3 The first contact was with SCP-7003-1 on March 20th, 2087, after the siege of the Patriot's Eastern Blockade failed. The encounter was recorded after the activation of Endal Emergency Distress Beacon, ID #41551. Transcript is below. Foreword: No significant dialogue or notable audible activity was recorded for 41 hours and 35 minutes after the beacon's activation. The below exchange starts then. <Begin Log> Soldier 1: Where… why…? Ray… Soldier 2: What. Soldier 1: Where… are we? Long pause. Soldier 2: Uh… home. You can call this home. Soldier 1: Home didn't feel… was it always this dry? Soldier 2: I don't remember being anywhere else. I don't know. Maybe it was always desert. Always desert. Every direction. Forever. On and on. Soldier 1: …water? Please. Ray, please. No reply. Soldier 1: Who is this fucking beacon for, man?! No reply. Soldier 1: Who the fuck is gonna… Soldier 2: Fuck, Ollie. Don't talk. Soldier 1: Heh. Right. Just be quiet. Just be quiet. Silence. Muffled whimpering. Soldier 2: Dust. Is that dust? Something out there alive and kicking up dust? Soldier 1: Dust is fucking everywhere. From here to the west coast, and everything in between. I can't, I can't, I can't. My fucking leg- Soldier 2: Ollie, shut up. Possible contact on horizon, headed straight for us. Clattering of metal, groaning is audible. Soldier 2: [mumbling] come on come on come on today make it today please god make it today- Long silence. Soldier 1: …wh-what? The distress beacon picks up coarse chuckling. Soldier 1: Ray, what? Soldier 2: It's a horse. Heh. Heheheh. It's a horse. Heh. They sent us a horse to save a hundred dead men. Heheh. Heheheh. There is a long, slow sigh, and a sharp inhale. Soldier 2: ARE YOU A GOOD WITCH OR A BAD WITCH?! ARE Y-… are you? Soldier 1: Whatever. Soldier 2: Oh my God. Oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god- Muffled slapping sounds. Soldier 1: Leave me alone, man. Soldier 2: Look! Open your eyes! Come and see! Come and see! Soldier 1: No. Soldier 2: Oh yes you will, here, maybe someone else… wake… wake up you sons of bitches! Wake up! Clouds! And then there is the sound of rain. Soldier 2: Fine, fine, whatever, none of you fuckin' matter. Ollie! Ollie, we're going after it. Oh my God. I'm committing my life to the cloth after this. Oh my God. Soldier 1: Give me some water, you… let me sleep. Soldier 2: It's a fuckin' miracle. It's a fuckin' miracle. Don't ask why, just follow the fuckin' miracle out of this fuckin' desert. Get up, we're going after it, there's nothing for us here, not for years. We're gonna be okay! I'll help, c'mon, arm around my shoulder, one step at a time, come on! Sounds of a minor struggle are muffled by wind. And rain. More and more rain. Soldier 1: …okay. Rainfall becomes heavy enough that no other sounds are audible. The distress beacon continues to record the sound of rainfall for 17 hours until the unit's solar battery fails. <End Log> Closing Statement: On receiving notice of a possible anomalous water source, Ash Tollens, transcriber of surviving Endal Beacon IDs 40000 through 50000 immediately submitted a hard copy of the recording to the O5 Council.4 Shortly after, Foundation forces abandoned the defense of Stronghold-7, resulting in its collapse and loss of the populace56 to pursue and contain SCP-7003-1. Most of the fallen were found around the abandoned siege camp. However, a body with a severe laceration to their Achilles' Tendon was located six kilometers from the beacon. An additional 1.8 kilometers away, Foundation personnel discovered a dried corpse surrounded by desert. Cause of death uncertain; likely exposure, not dehydration. The transcriber requested a copy of the sound of rain for personal use, prompting a review for possible memetic effects. Despite none being discovered, request was declined. Recording of rainfall may be lent to Foundation personnel who have distinguished themselves through feats of heroism. After an exhaustive multi-week long search, SCP-7003-1 was tracked 14 kilometers southwest of Foundation Stronghold-4, located in the northeastern American region of the Coalition of North American Nations7 (CNAN). During the search, SCP-7003-1 generally moved away from personnel, also demonstrating an ability to de-manifest if threatened or approached too closely. These simple rules laid the groundwork for corralling the anomaly. The Foundation set about to collect and distribute water amongst the highest priority populations and defense forces. Rain is not continuous, but it is without a doubt more common near SCP-7003-1 than anywhere else. Constant knowledge of SCP-7003-1's location and the collection of water is essential for survival. Requests for current whereabouts of SCP-7003-1 requires Level 5 Security Clearance or authorization from two members of the O5 Council. SCP-7003-1 - ARCHIVE - Contamination Memo To all runner receivable departments From the Office of Kelton Peystalt, Director of Foundation Sanitation [DNM8]First, to our messengers, thank you as always. You have more than enough on your minds, so I will keep this as brief as I can. [End DNM] We have received new reports of symptoms resembling cholera in two Foundation Strongholds. I need everyone to understand, immediately, the difficulty of containing cholera after a water source is contaminated. Cholera is a terror. It drains you. It can strike in the morning and kill by night. And it grows exponentially. It secretes from those it kills, and it only takes one improper disposal to ruin a water source. We can barely treat it; prevention is all we have. Yet we cannot evaluate every glass of water before it is drunk. We cannot sanitize every source. The best we can do is keep it clean from the start. We live with enough fear as it is. I implore you, prevent this. There is still time to contain. [DNM]The few of you being sent to those minor territories will have to memorize additional procedure information, depending on the severity of the outbreak. You will be given additional water provisions. Drink no other water. And pray to every god this disease is not anomalous.[End DNM] This foot note, your messenger, has memorized a list of basic steps that must be followed. This is important enough that the O5 require the steps to be written down, confirmation code for paper usage is BXMLZ. We have a miracle of a water source. Every contaminated drop is lethal poison. Treat both as such and we will be okay. <End memo> SCP-7003-2 - Description, Discovery Details: SCP-7003-2 was discovered during, and is credited for ending, the Cholera Crisis of 2090. The first cholera outbreaks were noted in two neighboring Foundation-controlled territories in November of 2089. By May 2090, the number of cases exploded, with 30% of Foundation-controlled territories within CNAN confirmed contaminated. The Foundation, once so adept at containment, lacked the resources it once had to stem infection. Stages of cholera outbreaks were established: Stage 1 "Secure": Less than 5% of Foundation Stronghold population exhibit symptoms. Curtailment considered plausible. Procedure: Stronghold is quarantined. Dispatch MTF Delta-1 "First Aid" with Penultimate Resort water rations and a surplus of food supplies. Additional water filtration devices can be commandeered from nearby territories if essential. Speak to Foot Note messenger or consult Stronghold Director for full procedure. Stage 2 "Contain": 5-20% of Stronghold population exhibit symptoms. Curtailment considered possible. Procedure: Full quarantine. Dispatch MTF-Delta-9 "Last Aid” with Penultimate Resort and Last Resort water rations and maximum spare food supplies. Bodies are to be collected and burned at designated points no less than one mile from any conceivable water supply. Stage 3 "Protect": 21-35% of Stronghold population exhibit symptoms. Curtailment considered challenging. Procedure: Anyone that goes in does not come out until cleared of symptoms. Hazmat suits required, decontamination required as supplies allow. Food and water supplies diverted from neighboring towns. Body collection is postponed. Dispatch of MTF Delta-11 "Wall Watchers". Stage 4: Greater than 35% of Stronghold population exhibit symptoms and growing. Curtailment failed. Procedure: Settlement and personnel within are considered lost. Abandonment of facility. By 2090/06/25, the outbreak reached its most severe point with 8% of Foundation Strongholds reaching Stage 4 outbreaks. This was the most severe loss of civilian life since 2082. Foundation morale reached pre-SCP-7003-1 levels. Body disposal requirements of the uninfected increased. Some Foundation personnel defected to the Re-Creationists.9 On 2090/07/01 Class-1 Runner Adriana Li, a member of the Foundation's Foot Notes, was found collapsed in front of Primary Foundation Stronghold-3. Adriana Li was near dead from exhaustion and dehydration, a condition compounded by blood loss through the soles of her feet. After being taken into quarantine and examined, it was clear that apart from near-lethal fatigue, she was in exemplary health. Adriana Li was delirious while undergoing treatment yet continually repeated the below testimony from an "old man," a civilian in Stronghold-5 approximately 105 kilometers away. This is transcribed below: Sit down, listen, listen to me. You're a runner, right? Class 1? Good on you, perfect memory, you should be proud. Tell them what happened. Tell them what I saw. Listen close. My sister, her name was Marinaya, she was healthy, happy. Doing well. Pulled her weight and then some at the energy pumps. But how she kept people alive was her attitude. That's it. She believed this isn't the end of everything, she believed we're all going to be okay. And she loved the stars, they brought her down to Earth. Something up there somewhere is going right, she said. Cholera took her in two days. Two days. Two days. I didn't expect to envy that. You have no idea. These past months, I've seen people hold on for weeks. You know what the best treatment is? Plenty of food. And more water than anyone's ever seen. It's your body going nuclear. It's your body panicking, going beyond desperation, going beyond self-destructive, just to flush the disease out. Pale shit. A person can pass three gallons of it in a day. Sometimes more. You just got here, you have no idea. No idea. No idea. The worst thing. The worst thing. You know what it's like. Living off rations. A glass of water a day. Sometimes it had to be shared. Never knew real hunger like this. Never knew real thirst. Not 'till we thought we knew, then had enough water, but then had it taken away. You know what it's like. Fragile supply lines, another symptom of life. Then the Foundation abandoned us. Everything did. I don't blame them now. Everything's hard. Everything's hard. You hear of Stage 1 and 2 and 3 and you never expect it to happen to you. But you don't know what death is until after you lose hope. When you've reached that point there's a small, very small line between dead and alive. Very small. Indistinguishable. You can just stop breathing. When even the guards on the wall leave, we know what the score is. We know what's next. Bad ways to go. The best way to go we have, but a bad way to go. Three days of that. Imagine that, three days of walking dead. People dead in the streets. The gutters. I watched a man from my window walk three paces, pause, turn around, walk three paces. Over and over for hours. Then he stopped and that was his story. Three days. I don't… The third day. I remember nothing from it, like my eyes were closed. Like dreamless sleep. Retching and pain and pain and hollow coughs and pain and pain and pain. Until somebody shouts about a savior. About a miracle. A cry starts up from choked throats, sounds like the dying of a great engine. People start sobbing without water to allow tears. Someone sits me up, pointing, shouting, handing me my sister's tiny telescope, and through it I see two white horses on the horizon. You have heard the stories of the one. It's a legend, you never see it yourself. You pray for it, hope for it, maybe that animal's mind will come to you. Maybe it needs to feed the desperate. But whatever it is, you dream of it and dream of it and dream to see white pelt. It's one thing to believe in a god, very much another to see one and feel its miracle. It rained. It has been a long, long long long long time since I felt rain. I crawled, crawled out my hut, and lay on my back in god knows what, mouth open. Every drop, life itself. Every drop. I don't know if it was the water but I felt strong again, young again. I still felt pain but I felt a cure. The rain went on and on, I heard singing and howling and screamed prayers of thanks. I was dead, past the line, and I feel purged, cleaned, alive again. God help me, God help me, I will see tomorrow. Go, tell your masters. You don't have to tell them everything. Just there's two white horses now, one that nourishes and one that heals. According to the best estimate for the timeline reconstruction, before the manifestation of SCP-7003-2, MTF "Horse Shoes" had lost perpetual line of sight with SCP-7003-1 for the first time. Not only did Adriana Li convey the testimony, she also chased SCP-7003-1 until it came within close enough proximity to Foundation territory to be corralled. Adriana Li's efforts to bring this to the Foundation's attention at great personal cost resulted in her being awarded the Foundation Stars Medal of Heroism10, and was granted her request to listen to the rainfall recording. Applications to use this as a reward for unusual feats of valor is under consideration approved. Although the Foundation has not been able to scientifically define its effects, this testimony and the testimony of others support the hypothesis that SCP-7003-2 has an anomalous ability to eradicate disease. The current presumption is this area of effect increases or decreases depending on its proximity to and severity of disease afflicting individuals in an area. Observation has shown this does not extend to physical injuries or illnesses that have progressed to the point where a body cannot repair itself. Beyond this, it appears to gravitate towards the most severely afflicted locations and will at times outrun any escort and vanish once crossing the horizon. This loss is acceptable for a maximum of one week. The Foundation has not been able to confirm whether or not the cholera outbreak was anomalous, but it will be treated as though it was. This only further cements the importance of SCP-7003 to humanity's continuity. SCP-7003-2's whereabouts are known to the Foundation. Requests for information can be provided to those with Level 4 Security Clearance or authorization from one member of the O5 Council. SCP-7003-3 - Description, Discovery Details: While unprovable, the avoidance of a grand scale conflict between the Foundation and one of its current allies is attributed to SCP-7003-3. As with any resource that assists survival, SCP-7003-1 and SCP-7003-2 caused escalating tensions between GOIs. Control of SCP-7003-1 and SCP-7003-2 was commonly believed as the primary asset any organization would need for strategic superiority11. As a result, between 2091/12/03 and 2093/08/24, every appearance of SCP-7003-1 and SCP-7003-2 resulted in escalating skirmishes, each with significant casualties to each side. The primary aggressors included the New Occult Coalition (NOC) and the Re-Creationists. All diplomatic efforts with the Re-Creationists have failed. This group is now solely classified as a threat. During this time, Foundation efforts were focused on deescalating tensions between the NOC. On 2093/09/26, an envoy was sent to the NOC South American Capital. A copy of the message can be provided on request, but in short it specified that if the envoy was not given a reply, or if the envoy or NOC envoy did not return within exactly two weeks, then the Foundation would take it as a tacit and explicit declaration of war. During the interim, as all signs indicated conflict, Runners were sent to all available military personnel to prepare, with military defenses coalesced around Primary Foundation Strongholds 1, 2, and 3, as well as other high population strongholds. On 2093/10/03 the envoy returned unexpectedly, with a small NOC squadron as escort to Primary Foundation Stronghold-1. The squadron identified itself as the protection party for a newly appointed NOC's Foundation Ambassador, a position created explicitly for this meeting. Under high guard, the ambassador and two escorts were allowed an audience with three high ranking Foundation members. An excerpt from this meeting's minutes are below:12 "A Horse for a Kingdom" - Meeting minutes: Date: October 4th, 2093 Leader: O5-2 Facilitator: New Occult Coalition Representative Josiah Montag Recorder: Foundation Cataloger Ysla Aghira Time Keeper: Foundation Cataloger Ysla Aghira Attendees: O5 Council Members 2, 3, 4, NOC Representative Josiah Montag, NOC attendants Alexander Cho and Jun Uilars Agenda Topic: War or peace between the Foundation and the New Occult Coalition subject to negotiations on access rights to SCP-7003-1 and SCP-7003-2. Time taken: Nineteen hours Discussions: Meeting begins with highly formal greetings by each delegation to each delegation. O5-3 immediately inquires as to the status of the envoy. Occult Coalition representative provides evidence that the envoy has accompanied them, and will be released into Foundation control as a show of goodwill and to provide witness testimony to NOC claims. NOC begins a presentation to answer, as they put it, "why we came all this way." They have uncovered a new massive underground river, estimated 1,800 kilometers in length. While the water is not suitable for human consumption without superhuman filtration efforts, the water appears connected to a variety of underground volcanic soil incredibly rich in organic material. This means the water can enable dead tracts of land to become suitable for agriculture. NOC representative provided small samples of water for Foundations' own testing. Each are labeled "Do not drink." The NOC requests: 70% of the materials sufficient to build pumps to fertilize and water crops Access to a total of 200,000 acres (810 square kilometers) of potential agricultural land within Foundation territory, with the option of expansion if crop growth is sustainable Assistance with the transportation and digging of 100% of wells In return, the NOC will: Consider this a cessation to hostilities, with an agreement for this treaty to last 10 years provided neither side reopens hostilities Consider SCP-7003-1 and -2 as the Foundation's asset alone and the Foundation's sole responsibility Provide 25% of food generated to the Foundation, and provide personnel and ground/vehicle support sufficient to guard the Foundation's allocation of crops NOC representative requests the following to be added to the record: "The New Occult Coalition has the ability and the wherewithal to construct the aqueducts, dig the plots, control the land, and farm the soil ourselves. But it would be a tragedy, for all of us, to try and kill each other with the aim of having more, when we could support each other by sharing enough.” Negotiations begin. During this time, the water samples were processed and confirmed to be near-miraculous for enriching soil and for the cultivation of a multitude of crops. Full minutes are not shown for brevity, but may be made available. Please submit a request to your Stronghold Director if you have an essential need to access the full log. Conclusions: The Foundation will provide: 50% of materials to build irrigation for crops 300,000 acres (1,215 square kilometers) of potential agricultural land within Foundation territory A full cessation of hostilities Assistance with the transport of equipment and the digging of 100% of wells with the exception that they will provide a maximum of 70% of the transportation or personnel to guard it Three emergency uses of SCP-7003-1 annually and three emergency uses of SCP-7003-2 to NOC, with as much available Foundation cooperation as can be provided. Otherwise they are considered fully in the Foundation's care. The NOC will provide: 10% of the location of the underground river, with an additional 5% revealed annually Provide 35% of cultivated crops to the Foundation, 50% of personnel, and 90% of ground/vehicle support sufficient to guard and the Foundation's allocation of crops A full cessation of hostilities Military support in armed conflict if deemed an existential threat to itself and the Foundation. The Foundation has agreed to the same for the NOC. Monthly meetings will be established between a NOC representative agreed on by the Foundation and a Foundation representative agreed on by the NOC. The total text of the treaty is expected to consist of over 35 pages (blank paper provided by NOC as an additional show of goodwill). Requests for copies or to see the original document are not available. O5-2 requested additional details, including when the discovery was made and if any unusual activity was noticed. NOC provides testimony, corroborated by multiple witnesses including the Foundation envoy, that shortly after discovery of the underground river, on the horizon were "three white horses, all in a line." Documentation Verified and Signed by: O5-2 █████████████ ██████████ O5-3 █████████████████ O5-4 ████████ █████████ ███████ ███████████ Survive, Construct, Protect. This testimony is the earliest known instance of the third white horse, SCP-7003-3. It is notable in that it is the only known time all three horses have been seen in a line, as each instance usually has several hundred miles between each other. SCP-7003-3's exact ability is not understood nor has it been well defined. This is primarily owed to the rarity of its appearance and the abstractness of its effect. To the Foundation's best supposition, each of SCP-7003-3's appearances coincide with a de-escalation of hostilities at a point of high tension between two adversaries, including the Serpent's Claw Conflict, the Collapsed God Catastrophe, ██████████████████, █████████, ██████████████, █████████████████████, ██████████████13. While SCP-7003-1 and SCP-7003-2 have strict guiding principles to aid territories in most need, a loss of sight on SCP-7003-3 has been deemed acceptable14. SCP-7003-1 and SCP-7003-2's benefits to humanity's survival are quantifiable, while the hypothetical prevention abilities of SCP-7003-3 are not. Nevertheless, each of these anomalies are considered critical to humanity's survival. Incident 7003: On September 22nd, 2098, visual of SCP-7003-1, -2, and -3 was lost simultaneously for the first time. Strongholds were alerted and envoys were sent to the Foundation's closest allies, the NOC and the Serpent's Claw. As previous individual disappearances had occurred, the longest being SCP-7003-3 for 42 days, the length of SCP-7003's absence was not expected to exceed this. Yet after three months of growing unrest, anger, and despair, the Foundation answered to the need to address the issue. Below is the full statement. Certified Direct Statement from the O5 Council To All People of the Foundation: We want to alleviate your concerns. We want to tell you they are found, that all is well, but that is not yet the case. We ask much of each of you, every day, small tasks of monumental importance that allow us all to survive. And now, more than ever before, each task assigned to you must be carried out. Do not let despair become a burden to you, do not weigh it down, as it will become a ball and chain and harm yourself and those around you. Because this is not the end. There is no cause to believe it is. We all know what this is regarding. Some of you have your own names for them. I, personally, am fond of Groucho, Chico, and Harpo. To the Foundation, they are SCP-7003-1, 2, and 3. My fellows on the Council believe it right to tell you all now that we have, on at least fourteen occasions to date, been unable to locate one or all of SCP-700315. This is not the first time we have had to relocate them, and will not be the last. They will be found, and their benefits will not be lost. And during their absence, do not forget we are in a better place. Some unhappy few of us remember the Fifty State Hurricane. The European Schism. The Tear of the Hayward Fault, the Great Misfire, and the Energy Collapse when our power died for the last time. The list goes on, too long. Although these were decades ago, they changed the world in ways we once believed would render humanity's survival impossible. Listen to me now when I say this: today is not that day, and these are not those times. Every day we defy such a fate, and defy the words of our enemies that believe only the next life is worth dying for. No one thing was responsible for the current state of the world, yet it is human nature to blame it all on one thing. Just as it is human nature to look to one cause, perhaps SCP-7003, for its continuation. We no longer face the number of threats we once had. We have allies now. We have agriculture. We have supplies stored away for a very long, dry summer. All this is built on a strong Foundation. We, dare I say it, once again believe there will be a future. The Foundation will inform everyone as soon as SCP-7003 is relocated. Until then, we will be okay. Today we survive, tomorrow we thrive. The O5 Council SCP Foundation Survive, Construct, Protect SCP-7003 File Note: Reception was mixed. SCP-7003 remained unaccounted for throughout the rest of 2098 and most of 2099. In the intervening time, the Foundation experienced tests of the stability it had worked to build. The Re-Creationists, who through the alliance with the Serpent's Claw were thought to be virtually eliminated, found a swell of recruits and became bolder than they had in years at their mission. Tensions between the NOC and overburdened supply lines mounted. There were widespread reports in dozens of Foundation Strongholds of despair, insurgency, violence, and civilians wandering out into the wilderness, chasing phantoms of horses. On December 27th, 2099, the O5 Council had an emergency meeting. Minutes and transcript are locked and inaccessible, protected under Council Decree DNY "Protection of Destabilizing or Existentially Threatening Communications", 2068/07/01, to anyone who is not a member of the O5 Council. Shortly after, on December 29th, 2099, the Foundation announced SCP-7003-1, -2, and -3 had been spotted overseas, and are moving back in the direction of the Coalition of North American Nations. No estimates could be drawn for when SCP-7003 would return, but the Foundation begs your patience. It will not be much longer now. SCP-7003 - Final Addendum: On December 31st, 2100, the documentation for SCP-7003 was stolen by an unauthorized individual. Documentation was recovered after Ash Tollens, transcriber of surviving Endal Beacon IDs 00000 through 99999, abandoned her duties to find Endal Beacon 70123 herself. Instead of returning the documentation when found, she defaced it by transcribing the unauthorized individual's message on the back of official Foundation documentation. Once she rewrites the documentation, the full O5 Council will see if disciplinary measures are necessary. The individual, Class-1 Runner Adriana Li, has not been located. The footnotes she added will also be removed. We look forward to her return. Hey Ash. I made sure to get one of your beacons. I've been sitting here a long time. This beacon's been on for a long time. I wish the Foundation ever had enough people to answer these. [laughter] The problem used to be too many people. Or so I heard. I hear a lot in my job. I had high clearance. Like, remember all those anomalies? There's theories about why there's so few now. Some very smart people think they "manifested in proportion to human population." Some very smart people disagree. No one knows. Doesn't really matter. The three white horses are gone. I've felt worse, to tell you the truth. Like… when I ran from those monsters, those people that attacked my little town. They were dying of hunger and thirst like we were, but we never hurt anyone. I ran from them, and I outran them. I made it to a Foundation Stronghold. I'm still here. They're dead. Stamped out. So what. The three white horses are gone. Some very smart people think there's gonna be a fourth. I'm just sitting here, hoping to see one, like all those other people did. I'm done here. We're done here. I did my job and I did it well. This is me retiring. I'm sorry I took this documentation. But it wasn't like it was heavily guarded. No one really cares anymore. Everyone's giving up. I read it for the first time, and then a few more times. I'm kind of… disappointed? These things were miracles. I don't think that comes across right. "These are essential to humanity's survival" was written down like three times, but, what, there wasn't room to mention the good people did because of them? You know those Stage 4 quarantine things? Neighboring cities volunteered water. Imagine that. Free water. Some people volunteered to carry it to the lost cases knowing they'd be lost too. I carried some as best I could to those zones because even people who know they're dead can still feel alive. I would not have done that if I thought there was no point. I wouldn't do this, either. Then I got locked in and sick and was going to die like everyone else. and because I got locked in and left for dead I did the best thing I've ever done in my life, which was running for hours and hours and hours and hours to tell people there's another reason to live. Won a medal for it, but I also didn't want them to leave. I'm glad it worked out. Hope can't die twice. I was dead. I was dead. Actually dead. Beyond saving. I'd come to terms with it, as best as anyone could. I lost it, all hope, will to live, all for good, and then I was saved. So I think whatever else happens, I'll believe I can be saved. When I die, I won't notice it. I'll die hopeful. I miss you. I'll sit here and wait for you. If I'm not here, it means I saw them, and I'm chasing them. I'll report back. I'll cross the horizon and I'll report back. If anyone can, I can. I proved that, right? Don't worry. Depending on your definition of it, everything will be okay. Or not [laughter, her laughter]. I don't know. I don't know what I'm trying to say here. Maybe, Ash, all you need to know is that you're alive. That's beautiful, and that's worth living for. See you someday. Footnotes 1. The Foundation may not be immediately able to resupply ammunition used for termination. 2. "This was not an easy choice. There are no more easy choices. But water is life for everyone. It comes before anyone. Even hundreds." 3. See Foundation 2094 World Alliance Census (excluding population of the Oceanic Island Federation, Antarctica, et. al) 4. Method of processing authorized via Council Decree 3AD "Emergent Supply", 2065/01/01. 5. A request to revise this sentence has been declined. Remember the cost. 6. "Remember the cost. Remember the cost. Remember the cost." 7. Formerly sovereign nations United States of America, Canada, and Mexico. 8. Shorthand for the Foundation's Foot Note personnel. DNM stands for "Do Not Memorize", signaling this portion is not part of the communique. Foot Notes are the Foundation's department of message runners. If you consider yourself capable of intensive long distance running and believe yourself trustworthy of flawlessly memorizing critical Foundation information, you may apply for messenger evaluation by speaking to your superior officer. This is not a duty to be taken lightly. We survive on information and information alone. 9. Pronounced "REE-creation-ists"; Full GOI documentation requests require level 3 Security clearance. The Re-Creationists are an organization formed at some point between 2068 and 2075, who hold the fundamental belief that the current state of the world is a sign from a higher power (although it is not agreed within the group which higher power) that humanity's time in this world is at an end. Motto: "Hell is for the living, salvation is for the dead." 10. Only given to those who die for the Foundation, so they say. 11. "Water is life." Water is always life. 12. Full meeting minutes requires Level 3 Clearance or above. 13. I'm surprised that I'm surprised how many I didn't know about. 14. Yeah, let it go where it needs to. Let it run. 15. fuck you ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7003" by TheyCallMeTim, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7003. 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: horsie Name: Albert_Bierstadt_-_White_Horse_and_Sunset Author: WikiCommons License: Creative Commons CC0 License Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Albert_Bierstadt_-_White_Horse_and_Sunset.jpg Additional Notes: I cropped the image smaller by a near-negligible amount. |
SCP-7004 | apollyon | close Info X ⚠️ Content warning: This article contains subject matter that includes excessive gore, body horror, and disturbing deaths. Reader discretion is advised. ⚠️ content warning ATTENTION SCP-7004 IS A CLASS 10 REALIZATION TYPE MEMETIC INFOHAZARD, WITH ANY INFORMATION PERTAINING TO IT BEING VECTORS OF EXPOSURE TO ITS EFFECTS. AS SUCH, THIS DOCUMENT HAS BEEN AUTOMATICALLY MODIFIED BY FOUNDATION .AICs IN ORDER TO REDUCE THE RISK OF BEING SUBJECT TO SCP-7004. PROCEED AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION. Item#: 7004 Level4 Containment Class: apollyon Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: critical link to memo A photo of an SCP-7004-1 instance shortly following a BLOSSOM event. Two PETAL instances are seen emerging from it. A photo of an SCP-7004-1 instance shortly following a BLOSSOM event. Two PETAL instances are seen emerging from it. Special Containment Procedures: In order to prevent the further spread of its infohazardous effects, all information pertaining to SCP-7004 nonessential to continued suppression efforts are to be expunged at the discretion of the Foundation and the Global Occult Coalition. All Foundation operations nonessential to the continued containment of anomalies already in its custody are suspended, with all available personnel to be redirected to supplementing the efforts of SCP-7004 suppression. With this, all Foundation .aics are to be reallocated to information suppression, with human operators only being used if there are no artificial intelligences available. Should human operators be used for this task, the following measures are authorized to prevent SCP-7004 exposure: Ear plugs1 Amnestics2 SCRAMBLE Goggles3 Due to previous incidents regarding SCP-7004 exposure to human operators, no human personnel are to be allocated to information suppression efforts. Update 7/22/2021: Due to considerations regarding their quantity, all SCP-7004-1 entities are to be terminated on sight. All PETAL instances found to be exclaiming words such as “native” or “natives” when faced with Foundation operatives are to be prioritized over instances which do not. Update 7/23/2021: On order of O5 Command, the maintenance of the Veil of Secrecy is to be relegated to an Omega level (least priority) objective. Description: SCP-7004 is a class 10 realization type4 memetic infohazard currently affecting approximately 3 thousand 9 million 156 million 1 billion people worldwide. When a subject comprehends SCP-7004, they are immediately subject to a SCP-7004 BLOSSOM event. According to information currently gathered by Foundation operatives as of the time of writing, a BLOSSOM event pertains to the following effects: An immediate, tearing pain in the subject’s abdomen, followed by the violent rupturing of the torso from inside forces, usually caused by multiple hands and fingers emerging from within the torso. The rapid emergence of two to twenty-seven separate individuals5 from the rupture, which immediately causes the expiry of the subject and the creation of an SCP-7004-1 instance. The sudden onset of loud screaming from each of the emerged individuals (henceforth referred to as SCP-7004-1 PETAL instances), usually containing information that serves as vectors for SCP-7004 transmission6. Common phrases said include “Where are [VECTOR REMOVED.]?” and “We are [VECTOR REMOVED.]”. After activation, they have observed to demonstrate [VECTOR REMOVED.] functions, including [VECTOR REMOVED.]. As of the time of writing, they have also been observed constructing buildings in a haphazard manner through an unknown anomalous means, though a certain minority have also been seen doing activities such as [VECTOR REMOVED.] consistent with typical [VECTOR REMOVED.] behaviors. The reason for both of these attributes are unknown. Discovery Log: SCP-7004 was first discovered on 7/15/2021 following several early reports of “people with multiple bodies” at different locations across the globe, including Salt Lake City, Beijing, Sapporo, and Delhi. Foundation webcrawlers initially classified these reports as “To be investigated” and a Gamma-Level (3rd Priority) subject of interest. On 7/16/2021, multiple reports began to surface of additional “people bursting apart” on the wider Internet, with several videos featuring multiple SCP-7004-1 entities being uploaded on platforms such as Youtube, Twitter, Facebook, Reddit, and TikTok. Containing SCP-7004-1 PETAL vocalizations, these videos provided potent SCP-7004 vectors, causing additional BLOSSOM events that would subsequently add to the cycle of transmission. Shortly after a direct correlation was drawn between the viewing of these videos and the occurrence of BLOSSOM events, the Global Occult Coalition began efforts to take down videos related to SCP-7004, which in turn fuelled speculation regarding the phenomenon on online forums such as Parawatch. These speculations themselves then provided vectors for SCP-7004, allowing individuals access to information which would then lead them to come to conclusions which would expose them to the effects of SCP-7004. By 7/17/2021, approximately 156 million individuals had been subject to BLOSSOM events and had transformed into SCP-7004-1 instances. Foundation containment efforts then began around this time, with cooperation channels being opened with the Global Occult Coalition to contain SCP-7004. Several hours after official cooperation began, a general media blackout of official news outlets was implemented. SCP-7004 spread, however, still continued via the internet, exposing approximately 600 million more individuals to BLOSSOM events. The containment of SCP-7004 was thereafter elevated to an alpha priority objective, with information blackouts being the primary mode of containment for both Foundation and GOC efforts. The leadership of both organizations then directed their efforts to the temporary restriction of the internet in several countries, which only served to fuel speculation regarding SCP-7004. This, in turn, caused millions of BLOSSOM events in countries unaffected by the bans. The amount of individuals exposed to SCP-7004 reached 1 billion on 7/20/2021, causing the Foundation to escalate the anomaly’s disruption class to Amida. As of the time of writing, operations to halt the spread of SCP-7004 are still ongoing. Update 7/21/2021: The number of individuals exposed to SCP-7004 has reached 3 billion people. The Global Occult Coalition has declared SCP-7004 a paramount priority. Multiple government-unsanctioned bans on the internet have been forcefully enacted by the GOC on several major countries. As of the time of writing, the maintenance of the Veil of Secrecy has been reclassified as an Omega priority objective. Update 7/22/2021: The number of individuals exposed to SCP-7004 has reached 6 billion people. The Foundation has begun to report BLOSSOM events among its own staff, slowing down efforts to suppress SCP-7004. Due to the need for staff in suppressing SCP-7004, the responsibility of the maintenance and updating of SCiPNet documents7 have been turned over to the SCiPNet .aic by the Site-82 staff. Update 7/23/2021: Due to SCP-7004, Site-82 has released a distress signal. A response is pending. HELP US PLEASE IF ANYONE CAN HEAR PLEASE SEND SOMEONE WE’RE JUST [VECTOR REMOVED.] [VECTOR REMOVED.] WE NEVER M [VECTOR REMOVED.] [VANDALISM FLAGGED. Personnel #676848 has been reported for disciplinary action and banned from making any further edits to this file.] Update 7/23/2021: Due to SCP-7004, Site-82 has been declared inoperative. Update 7/24/2021: Due to SCP-7004, Site-57 has been declared inoperative. Update 7/24/2021: Due to SCP-7004, Site-34 has been declared inoperative. Site-120 has been declared inoperative. Update 7/24/2021: Due to SCP-7004, Site-118 has been declared inoperative. Site-43 has been declared inoperative. Site-17 has been declared inoperative. Update 7/26/2021: Due to SCP-7004, Site-19 has been declared inoperative. Update 7/26/2021: Due to SCP-7004, Site-01 has released a distress signal. A response is pending. Update 7/26/2021: ALERT: Following events regarding SCP-7004, the Etna Protocol has been activated on the orders of O5-4. As such, the O5 Council’s operations have been suspended, with executive authority being delegated to regional directors and site directors until such a time that central leadership can be reestablished. See the relevant autotranscribed file included below. [16:35:24 - The video begins with all five attending members of the O5 Council gathered around a table within one of the conference rooms inside Site-01. O5-1, O5-5, and O5-6, are notably gathered at the end of the table closest to the door, and are panting with exhaustion. O5-4, directly opposite them, is seen shaking the papers in his hand and shouting in an attempt to express urgency. The words “SCP-2000 GANYMEDE PROTOCOL” are seen in bold letters at the top of one of the papers. O5-9 is directly beside him, shaking her head with disapproval as she murmurs a few words in protest.] [16:36:02 - O5-4 turns his head to address O5-9, speaking sternly to her as he quickly glances up at the other council members. After a few seconds, O5-4 raises his hand. He is seen mouthing the words “All in favor?”] [16:36:55 - Most of the present O5 Council members are seen raising their hands in agreement. Only O5-9 does not raise her hand.] [16:37:07 - O5-4 nods in grim understanding, before turning to the terminal in front of him and typing in a command. As he presses ENTER, none of the O5 Council members move to speak for the next several seconds.] [16:37:45 - O5-1 begins to stand up to speak, but is interrupted by the door behind him opening. All O5 council members turn to look at the door as O5-2 enters the room, bleeding from his mouth and onto the front of his suit. As he staggers into the room, he leans into the nearest person, O5-1, who stands up to help O5-2 stay on his feet.] [16:38:00 - O5-2 is seen coughing up more blood, staining the nearby conference table. As O5-1 leans in to ask about his condition, O5-2 begins to shout with alarm before violently stumbling back.] [16:38:12 - As some of the other council members begin to gather around O5-2, O5-4 is seen attempting to dissuade them from doing so. He tries to cover his ears as he warns his fellow council members, but to no avail. As O5-2’s BLOSSOM event continues to progress, he continues to shout “Cover your ears!” to the other council members.] [16:38:15 - Suddenly, O5-2’s abdomen begins to open from the inside, with several fingers appearing at the widening wound. A bloody and panting human head is seen emerging from O5-2’s abdomen, followed by an arm as it attempts to pull itself out of O5-2. All of the O5 Council members move back in shock as O5-2 continues to scream with pain. O5-4 is seen looking on helplessly from the back, still covering his ears as he does so.] [16:38:17 - As the PETAL instance continues to emerge from O5-2, the nearby O5-5 is seen coughing up blood, followed by O5-9. O5-6 moves back in shock, before doubling over as she also begins to vomit blood on the matted floor. Panicked, O5-1 draws a pistol from the garter of his pants, firing several shots at O5-6 and causing her to fall to the ground, dead.] [16:38:28 - O5-1 and O5-4 are seen momentarily glancing at each other from opposite sides of the room. Suddenly, however, a thin trail of blood is seen falling from O5-1’s lips, which is directly followed by the overseer vomiting more blood on the table. O5-4 is seen shouting something to O5-1, and as O5-1 begins to vomit again, he is seen sliding the pistol across the table to O5-4. The words “Do it.” are seen being mouthed by O5-1.] [16:38:32 - With a practiced motion, O5-4 quickly takes the pistol from the table before firing one shot directly at O5-1’s head, killing him instantly. As the other overseers continue to convulse and scream in pain, O5-4 is seen freezing for several seconds, staring at the chaos unfolding within the room. As he looks around the room, he points the firearm at another one of the overseers and pulls the trigger again, but the gun is unable to fire.] [16:38:38 - Ahead of him, however, the limp corpse of O5-1 continues to seize, falling to the ground on its own as it presumably continues to undergo its BLOSSOM event. Beside it, the corpse of O5-6 does the same, with several arms already emerging from its torn abdomen. Realizing the situation, O5-4 immediately drops the firearm, clamping his hands to his ears once again as he runs past the dying overseers, deftly dodging the reaching hands of another of the PETAL instances that had emerged from O5-2. Soon after, he runs out of the conference room, disappearing from sight as the door closes behind him. As he does so, several other SCP-7004-1 instances are glimpsed outside.] [16:40:12 - By this time, no more lifesigns are detected from the overseers within the conference room.] [16:46:54 - A remote terminal is detected to have been accessed by O5-4. Shortly after, the Etna Protocol is activated.] New user detected. Welcome, Overseer Alto Clef. .checkoperation_status all_mtf infohazard Checking… Please wait. MTF Eta-10 “See No Evil” is inactive. MTF Rho-9 “Technical Support” is inactive. MTF Upsilon-4 “Sugar Pill” is inactive. Results fully displayed. .enablequery blacklisted Checking… Please wait. MTF Mu-7 “Our Twisted Minds” is currently active. .dossier mu-7 + Open Dossier. - Dossier opened. MTF Mu-7 ("Our Twisted Minds") Task Force Mission: Mobile Task Force Mu-7 is a specialized experimental task force composed of regular Foundation personnel given extreme resistance to infohazardous phenomena via the application of the Sarkic practice of “brain twisting”. When compared to other mobile task forces, “brain twisting” allows the user to unconsciously resist infohazards with nearly 99 percent efficiency, allowing continued operation without the use of specialized equipment. History: Mobile Task Force Mu-7 was first created during a specialized training program in 2011 following the claimed defection of Karcist Alko to Foundation authorities the year before. During his time in Foundation custody, Alko demonstrated knowledge of several previously unknown Sarkic techniques, with brain twisting being among them. As part of an internal push to incorporate more anomalous techniques into Foundation doctrine, Alko was mandated to teach the practice of “brain twisting” to two specially chosen Foundation operatives, namely former MTF Eta-10 squad leader Lina Navarra and former squad member Cassandra Mullins. This led to the creation of MTF Mu-7 a year later. However, following the December 2014 incident at Site-43, Karcist Alko escaped Foundation custody with several Sarkic anomalies, causing a major containment breach and killing 125 Foundation personnel. Following an internal risk review led by the O5 Council, several experimental task forces including Mu-7 were relegated to auxiliary functions and blacklisted from participating in wider Foundation operations. As of now, Mu-7 is currently stationed at the remote Containment Site-11000, within the Nááts'įhch'oh National Park Reserve in the Yukon, Canada. Update 7/24/2021: All clearance requirements for access to SCP-7004 have been removed on express request of O5-4. Update 7/24/2021: As of the time of writing, the SCP-7004 document has been made available to Containment Site-11000 on express request of O5-4. Additionally, an urgent read request was made to the aforementioned site, again on express request of O5-4. Alright, this should be ringing your bells. Hello, I am O5-4. And to my knowledge, I am the last O5 still left alive. You don’t know jack shit about anything right now- and if you do, then there goes our last hope to stop this thing. But if you don’t- and I’m counting on that- then you deserve an explanation. The world has ended. A memetic infohazard, SCP-7004, has ended it. And right now, you're the only two people left on Earth that can make sure that we can come back from this. So my last express request is this: go to Yellowstone. Find SCP-2000. Input the numbers 12-25-2000 into it. Reset the world. Save it. Or… well, what’s fucking left of it. This document will tell you everything you need to know about it. Everything to get you up to speed, everything to… prepare, for all that it’s worth. Before the rest of the council went dark, we did everything we’d need to make sure 2000 comes online once you get there. Ganymede’s online now, and from here on out… You've gotten a promotion to level 5, effective immediately. That should give you the credentials you need to start procedure Lazarus. Congratulations, for what it’s worth. As you get there, record what you see. The autotranscribers you’ve been using for 1100 should come in handy. I want to stay updated, 24/ Fuck. I need to go. They're here. I can't say anything right now but… good luck. You’ll need it. I’ll try to do what I can from my end. Godsp New update detected (Origin: Containment Site-11000). Display? Footnotes 1. INEFFECTIVE FOR INFORMATION SUPPRESSION. Can only be used when at risk of being exposed to auditory vectors of exposure of low to moderate volume. Additionally, due to the nature of ear plugs, auditory vectors of exposure cannot be isolated effectively. 2. INEFFECTIVE FOR PROLONGED USE. Can only be used up to seven times without causing critical brain damage to the user, and so cannot be applied for long-term SCP-7004 suppression efforts. 3. INEFFECTIVE FOR WIDESPREAD USE. Units modified to combat SCP-7004’s visual vectors of exposure are only available at Site-19, and so are impractical for widespread use. 4. Unlike other memetic infohazards, SCP-7004 does not rely on the definitive knowledge of a word or phrase in order to initialize its effects; instead, the very act of coming to understand or realize the phrase that makes up SCP-7004 causes the affected subject to suffer from its effects. This allows the hazard to spread with greater virulence, as any information pertaining to its concept acts as a vector of exposure. 5. These individuals have included children as young as 3 months old to 100 year old adults, as well as one individual that is always a [VECTOR REMOVED.] of the subject. 6. SCP-7004-1 PETAL instances have been recorded to speak in multiple different languages from each other. 7. Including this document. |
SCP-7005 | thaumiel | I give myself to you, O city. I want to be one of them. A neon light, blaring outwards, outwards, outwards forever. close Info X SCP-7005: The Neon God Author: Tufto. This is their entry into the SCP-7000 competition. More of their work can be found here. Image: The image is licensed under CC BY-SA 1.0, and can be found here. It is credited to Daniel. The day we buried my sister, it was sunny. It was scorching. It was a little cemetery in the city, a scrap of dried-out grass, yellow and burnt. When I think back on it, it doesn't feel like home, but I suppose it must have, then. I'd never known anything else. I didn't cry. I don't remember much, but I remember that. The shock was too deep. I couldn't understand what had happened to her. I stood there, between my parents, my mother veiled and my father wracked and sobbing. I was only eight. She'd just been smiling up at me. The day wasn't anything. It meant nothing. It didn't feel like any funerals I'd seen on TV, those sealed markers of endings. It was just a day, while the grasshoppers hummed and the wind blew through the stalks. She wasn't gone. She was right there, in that box. There was no story to be told except that of the gravediggers' earth, rhythmically drumming on the coffin. When we left, to our new house in the country, we took the train. My parents tried to talk all afternoon, but I didn't need them to. The wheels slipped across the tracks, embedded in the grass and wire, with the greenery outside flowering further and further. And I felt happy. Now I could see it - the escape, the re-creation. The play of the clouds, the wind in the air. The apples of the autumn. I write this on the last line back to normalcy, only to find that the O5 Council has gone insane. They are burning the Foundation from the inside out. Kells is probably drunk on the floor, cursing himself and everyone around him. And the Neon God preys at my periphery, almost seen, almost there, but always towering above all else. Nobody will read these words I write. But, oh, my dearest friends, you don't have to. The words will stand regardless. ~ Dr Rosie Hartlepool SCP-7005 BY ORDER OF THE O5 COUNCIL The following file is Level 5/7005 classified. Unauthorized access is forbidden. 7005 Item #: SCP-7005 Level 5/7005 Classified A train from SCP-7005 passing between Universe A001 "Prime" to Universe A051 "Infinite Mongol Empire". Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7005 has been placed under the purview of the newly founded Department of Interdimensional Logistics, which currently operates out of Site 565 and is provisionally headed by Dr Rosie Hartlepool and Dr Simon Kells. Current operational guidelines, rather than focusing on containment, have been designed to continue to facilitate communication and travel across the multiverse. For this reason, an unusual degree of latitude has been afforded for the hiring of personnel and the access of non-Foundation personnel to SCP-7005. Some containment measures in Universe A001 "Prime" have been deemed necessary, however. Specifically, Foundation personnel have secured all known entrances to SCP-7005, preserving the public nature of the buildings where appropriate and otherwise creating temporary research sites to allow Foundation members to easily travel between universes. The use of insights gained from SCP-7005, especially the observation of different anomalies in different universes, has been greenlit for the purposes of improving the containment of anomalies in Universe A001. Description: SCP-7005 is a multidimensional transport network, commonly known as Lampeter. SCP-7005 consists of a number of conventional forms of transport - including, for example, trains, automobiles, planes, hot-air balloons and the Mongol yam system - which have been anomalously altered to move between different timelines, universes and realities. SCP-7005 also contains a number of pocket universes, specially designed to serve as intersections and transport hubs. SCP-7005 plays a critical role in interdimensional communication and transport for both the Foundation and the anomalous underground at large. Its full extent, both in this universe (A001 "Prime") and others, comprises over 4000 known universes, with many more suspected to exist. 12 departure points are known to exist in A001 "Prime", but many more are known from anecdotal evidence. The following are some examples of departure points in A001 "Prime": A small wooden door in the back of the church of San Paolino, Lucca, which leads to an underground tram station that takes the traveller to a larger tram hub in Universe B723 "Hospice". An abandoned and cordoned-off jetty in northern Ishikari, Hokkaido; stepping onto it takes the traveller to a large seaport in Timeline Q944 "Mintuci". A lost-and-found office in a train station in Lima, Peru, which connects to a large train station in Universe H020 "Great Inca State". The back entrance of an Ilkhanid-era caravanserai in Kerman, Iran, which takes one to a nesting series of caravanserais, which are all located in ten separate timelines simultaneously. A patch of sky above northern Mongolia; aircraft passing through this area will be taken to an intra-universal airport (SCP-7005-77a), which services at least 350 universes in what the network's stationmasters commonly call the "Far Southwestern Corridor". SCP-7005 was founded in the 13th century in a presently undiscovered universe (Universe Z999 "Halogen") by members of the Lampeter family for an unknown purpose. It was run by the Lampeter Non-Euclidean Shipping Company (L-NESC) from the early 17th century until 2021, when the L-NESC went bankrupt. Since then, the Foundation has stepped in to administrate the network, in order to prevent a complete collapse in the trans-dimensional communications networks and the numerous Z-Class scenarios this would precipitate. Foundation control currently extends only to 832 distinct stations; however, it appears important routes on the broader network continue to be maintained by groups of volunteers, small-scale private enterprises and agreements between multidimensional warlords. Full Foundation control is expected to be complete in 2035 2050 2070. The sheer scale of SCP-7005 is difficult to describe. Every time we find another gateway, another door in a train station or portal hidden in a marsh, I keep thinking about those first Lampeters, and what they must have achieved. The amount of power it takes just to send messages from one universe is immense. It requires an anomalous power source capable of routing staggering outputs into extra-physical realms. We've all read the Scranton account of the place between realities - now imagine trying to find the parameters of that nothing-place, that limbo. Trying to define the undefinable. As far as we can tell, no new universes have been added to this network in some time. The technology seems to have been lost decades, maybe centuries ago. We haven't got the slightest idea how it was done - the Lampeter records were lost in the final years of the L-NESC's existence. Some stationmasters have spoken of great images and murals detailing the technique, but we've found no trace of them. Maybe, one day, we'll find the fabled Z-999. Maybe there'll be an answer to this question - who was mad enough, daring enough, to punch that first hole between universes? What kind of brain is able to work through these endless, anomalous problems of physics and reality? We have no idea what kind of twist in the head is necessary to see the world in the right way. The physical space Lampeter holds is immense, yet negligible. It's a network known only to those in the know, its stations hidden in the most remote places, or the most unassuming. Its very existence is an enormous technical feat. I like to picture it, a network of stations and resting-posts stitching together different lines and threads, existing on an entirely separate axis of being to the ones we know - but that's not it, at all, when you look at it. It's just sheds and warehouses, a cascade of backrooms. A lot of very, very tired employees. And an interminable decay. ~ Dr Simon Kells The following is an interview between Dr Hartlepool and M. Rameau, an employee on SCP-7005 in Universe G299 "Fayre Tombs". This was conducted as part of Dr Hartlepool's attempts to gain a greater understanding of the history and nature of SCP-7005, due to the loss of the vast bulk of the L-NESC's archival records. <Begin Log> The camera opens onto a mountainside. Dr Hartlepool is heading towards a small wooden cabin some 70 or 80 metres away. It is heavily snowing, and the sky is a solid grey. After a minute, Dr Hartlepool reaches the door to the cabin, and opens it. Inside, a figure - Rameau - can be seen on the right of the cabin, sitting at a table with a headset on. A bed can be seen at the far side. Several prints, mostly paintings of cherry blossom, are plastered on the cabin's walls. A small table is sitting in the centre, and a kitchen area with a kettle and hob is visible at the far left. Rameau: 94… 942… 94… nope, southeastern… eastern, Gerry, do we have to go through this every - Dr Hartlepool: Hello? Rameau: Oh! Rameau turns abruptly. Rameau: I'll call you back, Ger. Rameau puts down the headset and gets up, smiling. Rameau: I'm so sorry - I wasn't expecting any visitors. Um, please - Rameau gestures to the table in the centre of the room. Dr Hartlepool sits, and smiles at him. Rameau starts making two cups of tea in the kitchen area. Dr Hartlepool: I won't bite. Rameau laughs. Rameau: When you live in a small wooden hut hundreds of miles up the side of a mountain, you don't often expect visitors. Dr Hartlepool: I don't suppose Lampeter ever considered moving you to somewhere more reachable? Somewhere that didn't require a ludicrous amount of power and precision to jump to? Rameau: Oh, but it didn't! Doesn't. Back in the olden days, when this place was inhabited… Dr Hartlepool: And how long ago was that? Rameau: Centuries. This was a tomb-world. Have you met many of those? Dr Hartlepool: A few. I passed through at least three on the way here. Rameau: Hah. Well. Did you consider just taking the ski-lift over there? There is a short pause. Dr Hartlepool: There are… protocols. This is technically classed by the Foundation as "newly reclaimed", which means - Rameau: But you're Rosie Hartlepool, aren't you? Our lady and mistress? Dr Hartlepool: Look, if I do it, it looks bad for the whole department… Rameau laughs. Rameau: Fine, fine. I'm not offended. But the line is safe, really. Dr Hartlepool: Not the way I hear it. Seven missing in this quadrant alone… Rameau: But none at this station! I run a tight ship here. Dr Hartlepool: So why doesn't everyone else? Rameau returns to the table with two mugs of tea. He places one in front of Dr Hartlepool, and sits opposite her, stirring his tea and looking intently at her. She takes a sip of the tea, staring back. Rameau: You never saw this in the good old days, did you? Dr Hartlepool: Did you? Rameau: What's that meant to mean? Dr Hartlepool: The Lampeter lines have been here for centuries. Their golden age must have ended long before the company fell into disrepute. Didn't the last member of the family burn himself alive? Rameau: That's a rumour. Dr Hartlepool: A rumour that's impossible to confirm, given what happened to the archives. Rameau: OK, fine. I never saw it in its glory days either. But I've heard about it. We all have. The stories down the line, passed on by passengers and stationmasters. A little stop like this would have had three, four employees at all times. Constant maintenance. Hundreds of lifts running up and down the cables every hour, dozens upon dozens passing through. And… Dr Hartlepool: And the people, all flying to so many stations. Rameau: Golden palaces, they said. Dr Hartlepool: They always say things like that. Rameau: But it makes sense, though. Whoever the early Lampeters were, smashing holes in reality… they must have had big ambitions. A lot of capital behind them. Dr Hartlepool: Yeah. They must have. Rameau: But now… look, I'm not saying that you people didn't do a good thing, stepping in as you did. But it's getting harder. One of the cables snapped last month - we were out of action for a week. Dr Hartlepool: I'm - sorry, but I don't get to decide how much money we are allocated. I try to tell them, but - Rameau: No, I know how it goes. The L-NESC - yeah, OK, it wasn't much better, towards the end. But it's cold up here. Shifts are extended - I live here half the year, now, barely getting home at all. Dr Hartlepool: You don't have a home. There is a short pause. Rameau: …My adopted home, then. A place that isn't a hut on the side of a frozen mountain. Dr Hartlepool: Fair enough. Rameau: Things are straining. The network can't go on like this. A whole chunk of the line is being routed through here, through a ski-lift station! We don't have the manpower for something like that. The only reason we have stations like this is because the holes had to be here, or something. Dr Hartlepool leans backwards. Dr Hartlepool: Had to be here? Rameau: Look, I don't know. It's just old station lore. There was something about the locations they chose. Weak points, or something. Places where it was easier to build. Dr Hartlepool: Hmm. The two are silent for a few moments, drinking their tea. Rameau: Why are you here, anyway? Dr Hartlepool: I got curious. I thought I'd ask around, talk to some of the old hands from the L-NESC. We have no archives, so I thought… Rameau: You have to start somewhere. Dr Hartlepool: It's not exactly a professional interview, but I had some free time. I just wanted to see it all for myself, I suppose. Rameau nods. Rameau: I get it. Lampeter - SCP-7005, I suppose I should say - is important. It binds things together. All reality. Dr Hartlepool: Did it need binding, though? Rameau: Oh yes. How else will we find God? Hartlepool laughs. Dr Hartlepool: You think this is all to find God? Rameau: I don't know what it's for, but it's the only way to do it. And I guess it doesn't have to be God, exactly, but… there's nothing else beyond this. Every possibility, contained in every universe, stretching on to eternity… it really is the final frontier, this multiverse. If anything can find a hidden unity, it's Lampeter. Dr Hartlepool: Maybe there are multiverses beyond this one. Rameau: What does that mean? Dr Hartlepool: I… don't know. Just something my colleague - Kells - was talking about. Rameau: Ah. Our lord and master. Dr Hartlepool: So he likes to think. But I don't think I agree with you. Rameau: All reality, bound as one. It's as good a dream as any. Dr Hartlepool: But a dream as big as that has to be better than "as good as any". Nobody can escape a thing like that. There won't be anywhere left if things get weird for "all reality". Rameau: Maybe. But what else have you got? There is another pause. Dr Hartlepool gets up, walks over to the window, and looks out. Dr Hartlepool: Do you know what happened to the archives? Is there any station lore about that? Rameau: Oh, yes. They say that John Lampeter, the last of the family, went mad. Dr Hartlepool: Ah! So he did burn himself to death. Rameau: Well, maybe. I will not speak ill of the dead. But they say he found something, somewhere, deep in the east of the line. Dr Hartlepool: The "east"? There are no compass points in the multiverse. Rameau: No, but it's easier to think of it that way. This - all the area you control - is the west. You've got more of it than you think. Then there's the centre, full of interchanges and half-abandoned stations, a broken network that was once Lampeter's crowning glory. Then there's the east. Nobody knows what goes on there. Dr Hartlepool: Why? Rameau shrugs. Rameau: Like I said. I've been working on this part of the line my whole career. I don't get a lot of time to talk to the passengers - the lifts all pass above my head. Dr Hartlepool: So John Lampeter found something out there… Rameau: That drove him mad. Yep. And then the flames roared bright and high. Dr Hartlepool: Poetic. Dr Hartlepool peers out of the window. The snow remains too thick to make much out through, but a small light can be seen, coming from the base of the mountain. Dr Hartlepool: What's the light? Rameau: This was a tomb-world. Dr Hartlepool: Most tomb-worlds are, well, full of tombs. Rameau: Exactly. The Retrenched Priests of the Flaming Heart believed in the glory of decay itself. Each one of their tombs burns eternally, keeping each corpse in a constant state of destruction. Ashes fall off continually, transforming into fuel as they float to the ground. The body is never destroyed, but it's always losing more of itself. Dr Hartlepool: Do you know how many files we currently have in the Foundation database? Seven thousand. Seven thousand individual anomalies. And yet, barely ten universes away, the laws of entropy are suspended, and thousands of tombs litter the surface of an alien world. Rameau: Is that meant to be shocking? Dr Hartlepool: No. No, I suppose not. Dr Hartlepool returns to her seat, staring into her mug. Dr Hartlepool: You're a creature of decay too, I suppose. All you stationmasters seem to be. Rameau: Are you trying to rile me, doctor? Dr Hartlepool: Maybe a little. Rameau: I was born the son of a Foundation researcher. I grew up to join the Hand. When I was thirty, I stumbled across a Foundation file that told a story, of how Matthew Rumsfeld fell through time as a teenager, changed his name to Rameau, and lived a broken and unhappy life in a distant past. He grew old and died. But you knew all this already. Dr Hartlepool: I'm sorry. Rameau: Don't be. I'm a rat of the rails, Rosie Hartlepool, like we all are. Like you are. I took my other self's name to remind me that if I wasn't here, I'd be there, or somewhere else entirely. Here, though, on the boundary between possibilities… maybe I really can find God. Dr Hartlepool: I hope you do. Dr Hartlepool stands up, and heads for the door. Rameau: Hey - wait. Dr Hartlepool stops, and turns. Rameau moves over to his worktable and writes something on a piece of paper. He hands it to Dr Hartlepool. Rameau: If you really want to know what's out there, try this guy. Universe F433. He used to work in the east, apparently. He might know something more. Dr Hartlepool: Thanks. Thanks, Mathieu. Rameau: Any time, doc. Dr Hartlepool opens the door, and steps out. She looks back one more time as she does so, and sees Rameau back at his desk, putting his headset on again. Rameau: 65…93… three, Ger, for the love of - The door closes. <End Log> The following is a personal log recovered from a train station in Universe L453 "Harald's Hole", a universe located in the "central" area of SCP-7005 referenced by Rameau in the previous interview. It is believed to have been composed 300 years ago. Today, we logged 456 refugees from the East. That is over 12% of all the traffic through this station. We are a small station, to be sure, but the numbers of those who run is staggering to me. They wear whatever they had, whatever they could take, and rely on the mercy of the stationmasters to keep them in food, water, clothing. We did our part - gave them what scattered rags we had, whatever other passengers gave to us. I wonder, sometimes, at the High One's plans. Our Scarlet King is a kind and merciful god, to be sure, but why do so many pass through here? They come in so many different forms. There are the rich, or once-rich, wandering in ragged suits and golden coats. There are the poor, faces iron-clad against the deprivations they have seen. There are children, some who think this is all a game, some who understand that their homes are gone forever. There is such variety that all I have said seems cheap, just petty categories that even I don't understand. There is as much suffering as this in the terrestrial realm, but not so spread out. All possibilities now collide into one another, and still there is something we must flee from. We have heard of what dwells in the East, what spreads its tendrils to place to place. I cannot quite believe it, but the evidence is reflected in every passing iris, every haggard eye. I was raised, as all the Ghul are, in the far desert, in the sands under the black sky. Our only dwellings are collections of tents, and the occasional shelter-shrine erected by the long-dead who came before. I never knew of the city until I came here. It is like the desert, in its own way; there's a purity to it, a rejection of all that is wild, despite the wildness within. In its desire for conglomeration, it creates its old wilderness. I have heard tell of other worlds, where our King is not the benevolent, red-crowned sky, but a vicious creature of spite and envy, an idea born of the crushing weight of suffering. It is hard for me to believe. And yet, I will still make the offerings of stone and cobalt, in the hopes that our King hears us. When I see the suffering, I will remember well the luck he has bestowed upon me. And one day, I trust, all the realms will be united, and the East will be free again. One day, I hope, we will feast together in his halls, the rich and poor alike. The following document was found in the ruins of the Lampeter archives. It is one of only a handful of documents that was not destroyed at the end of the L-NESC's existence. The city shines. I see it from my window. It is within my window. It has taken most of the bedroom now. Only the bed remains. I don't know why I can see it and the others can't - it's so obvious. There is the city, and there's the rest of the floor. Then there's me. The city shines against the night, and it's beautiful. I used to hate it, like the others did, but now I love it. They move through it slowly, still trying to find spaces in it, hoping to get out. Get Away In The Car. But they never find them. They'll learn to love it, too. They'll have to. Its sprawl extends outwards, gradually, caressing all it touches. They rise, the steel and glass, twisting upwards like strange plants over what was the Mojave, crushing the cacti, burying roots into the sand. Does physics allow the Earth's molten crust to be converted into condominiums? Will the lights go out as we fall into the sun? But that doesn't matter either, because then the sun will become part of it. I have not yet been taken, but I want to be. I bear my heart, I give it my skin. The city aches, cradling its way across the world, its slithering trains creating new jobs where once there was only farmland. The concrete slips and slides, playing in mixers, splattering across the valleys, the Welsh hills becoming slag heaps again, the Kazakh steppe absorbed into a greater Almaty into a greater Novosibirsk into a greater Beijing. I love the city. I love it all. I love its alleyways and its theatres, blaring white light into their moaning and shrieking faces. I love the pristine slums, scrubbed to the bone, like any self-respecting city should have. I love its ancient monuments, destroyed and cast again in metal, to be destroyed again and recontextualised in the future. I love it all. And most of all, I love the lights. I love those lamps, on the tops of the buildings where mountains used to be, where tombs used to be. I love their colours, flickering red, green, yellow! The grass looks lovely, splayed in yellow. I want to be in it. I give myself to you, O city. I want to be one of them. A neon light, blaring outwards, outwards, outwards forever. Let me light the world. Let me show them how it's done. The following is an interview between Dr Hartlepool and Titus Quaker, a stationmaster in Universe F433 "The Hollow". <Begin Log> Dr Hartlepool is in a lift, which is heading to the top floor of a building. The walls and floor of both the lift and the building are made of glass, allowing the occupant to view the entire structure. It is extremely large, several hundred metres in height, divided into a number of square rooms with no visible furniture or inhabitants. Through the external windows, a huge volcano is visible; the building is apparently constructed on the edge of the caldera. A number of metal platforms can be seen jutting over the caldera's edge, upon which a large number of hot-air balloons are visible. These balloons appear to be both ascending to and descending from the clouds above; on the platforms, a complex series of passenger exchanges are taking place. Dr Hartlepool reaches the top floor of the building. An elderly man can be seen on the other side of the room, some metres away; he is dressed in black, holding a silver cane, and is staring out at the balloons. Dr Hartlepool leaves the lift. Dr Hartlepool: Oof… it's a long way up. Quaker: Yes. Dr Hartlepool approaches Quaker. Dr Hartlepool: My name is Rosie Har- Quaker: Hartlepool. Yes. Dr Hartlepool sighs. Dr Hartlepool: Look, I work for the Foundation. I have had it up to here with cryptic responses from interview subjects. You don't have any tricks up your sleeve I haven't seen a hundred times before, and if you've got magic powers, it doesn't make you special. OK? Quaker turns, and smiles. Quaker: My apologies, doctor. I was miles away. Do come and join me. Dr Hartlepool approaches the window, and looks out at the rising balloons. Dr Hartlepool: Do you have any idea why…? Quaker: I'm told it was the only way. The hole had to be built next to the volcano. The balloons - well, I don't know about that, but this was, according to ancient stationmaster lore - Dr Hartlepool: - gossip- Quaker: - the only way they were able to set it up. Dr Hartlepool, is there something I can do for you, or did you come all this way to interrupt me with snide remarks? Dr Hartlepool: Sorry. Quaker: Don't mention it. Now…? Dr Hartlepool: I was sent here by Mathieu Rameau, in Universe G299. Quaker: Ah, yes. The man on the mountain. I met him briefly at some function or other, in the dying days of L-NESC. We've talked a few times. Good chap. A bit isolated, I think. Dr Hartlepool: Isolated? You're in a glass building the size of a skyscraper with nobody else in it. Quaker: Yes, but unlike him, I get in a balloon at the end of the day and return home to my family. You should try it some time. Dr Hartlepool: I don't have a family. Quaker: Get a new one, then. There are a lot of them out there. Some that are the same as your original one, but missing a Rosie Hartlepool. Dr Hartlepool: Is that what you did, then? Get a new family? Quaker: Good gracious, no. I don't go in for that sort of depravity. Dr Hartlepool looks askance at Quaker. Dr Hartlepool: Depravity? Quaker: Oh, yes. You see - well, I was born in a world that snowed all the time. Dr Hartlepool: What fun. Quaker: Yes, it was. The snow did things to you. It… changed things. Changed how they'd always been. You'd wake up and people you'd known your whole life had never been born. Every possibility altering, changing, shattering around you. Eventually, the entire timeline disappeared, destroyed by its own contradictions. It's no way to live, moving between the possibilities of life, seeking to hop between timelines to satisfy your longing to fix past mistakes. We all have our paths, and we should stick to them. Dr Hartlepool: …O-kay. Well. I have no plans to find copies of anyone in my family, thank you, but I'll keep that in mind. Now - Quaker: Don't be so flippant. The possibilities out here are endless. You can move from poverty to unimaginable wealth, because the lint in your pocket is worth more than anything to some half-baked reality off the eastern arm. You can lose yourself in it - pleasure after pleasure. Mirrors beyond mirrors. Dr Hartlepool: I wasn't being flippant. I understand the… temptation. But it doesn't bring them back. Quaker: No. It doesn't. There is a pause for several seconds. Quaker: Now, I think, you want to know about my time in the east. Dr Hartlepool: Did Rameau tell you? Quaker: No, I simply know how this works. Why would you want to come here otherwise? There's nothing here. This was once a bustling building, until - Dr Hartlepool: Until decay got to it, the L-NESC folding, and so on. Yes, I've heard it before. I want to know what John Lampeter found in the east. Quaker sighs. Quaker: What he found is what any easterner, or anyone from the centre, could tell you lives there. What he found was the Neon God. There is a pause. Dr Hartlepool: And what is the Neon God? Quaker: The Neon God is - is what you get when you mess around too much with the fabric of reality. Dr Hartlepool: Meaning? Quaker: You don't have to go there. Rameau is full of idiot ideas. He's young. Idealistic. We all must forge our own - Dr Hartlepool: I don't care. Tell me. Quaker sighs again. Quaker: There was a world - a world far away from here. A universe. It had an Earth, like so many of them. It sounds quite similar to your own. There was a village in this earth, a village called - called Peiriant. In the Argentine. Dr Hartlepool: A village? Quaker: Yes. It was a village. Then, one day, one of the houses started to grow. New rooms grew on it. Normal anomalous stuff. So their Foundation stepped in. Dr Hartlepool: What do you mean, "grow"? Quaker: It just appeared. Another room, then another. Extending and expanding, moving from house to house. No two quite the same, but all - in keeping, I suppose, with the village's aesthetic. At first, anyway, before they started becoming more… generic. Concrete, glass, metal. Dr Hartlepool: A village just - expanding? Quaker: Yes. And it kept on going. Forever. Without stopping. Dr Hartlepool: …Oh. Quaker: Yes. It took decades to cover South America, decades more to cover the whole earth. A single metropolis, expanding, onwards and onwards, highrise after highrise, eating everything in its path. The people in it… they stopped eating, drinking, doing anything. At first they became manic idiots, but after it had finished, after the world was a single city, entire connected, they just - stopped. They broke down. They wept, they beat their fists, they cried, and then… stopped. Staring up at the stars. Dr Hartlepool: You know about this in a lot of detail. Quaker: Because it didn't stop there. It happened again. Dr Hartlepool: …Oh. Oh. Quaker: The East is broken, Dr Hartlepool. It's little islands of civilisation between worlds that have become the Neon God. The first one, in Peiriant, was millenia ago. We only found out what happened, where it started, because of archaeologists who went back, into dead world after dead world. They never dared step into the original universe. Now, there are hundreds, maybe thousands… Dr Hartlepool: Thousands?! Quaker: Yes. People have tried everything to stop it, but nothing works. They have tried blowing up whole planets to stem the tide, and it just happens again. And again. And again. And it's still going on. There is silence for some time. Dr Hartlepool: How did we not - Quaker: Refugees don't often make it all the way to the west. Lampeter is vast, and has been ill-managed for a long time. The Neon God is just another piece of lore, long-forgotten. It's one tale out of a hundred that comes from far-off lands. But the further east you go, the further it becomes a reality. There is silence for several minutes. Dr Hartlepool continues to stare at the hot air balloons as they ascend and descend. Dr Hartlepool: So - there's some kind of virus. Turning planets into cities. Quaker: Anywhere there's sentient life. Dr Hartlepool: And the trains take the survivors away. Quaker: Yes. Dr Hartlepool: Including you? Quaker: Oh, no. My world died because - well, that's a story for another day. It doesn't exist any more. It never did. I got out when I could, and left the rest behind, and now I stand here, day after day, staring at the balloons. Doing my part, as I understand it. Dr Hartlepool: And that gives you… comfort? Quaker turns and looks at Dr Hartlepool for the first time. Quaker: What else is there? Dr Hartlepool puts her face in her hands. Dr Hartlepool: There's a virus, turning worlds into cities, consuming them and leaving the people gibbering idiots on the floor. Thousands of universes have succumbed. And it can't be stopped. Quaker: Maybe it can. I don't know. I just run the station. Dr Hartlepool: Good for you. Whatever makes you happy. Quaker: Oh, go on, try to stop it. Maybe you'll be the hero. I will keep the station running, keep allowing whole lives to be lived when, otherwise, they would be stopped, by the neon plague or by something else. Generations are alive because of our efforts. Dr Hartlepool: Generations more could be alive too. How could you not tell us? Quaker continues to stare out of the window. Quaker: I've done my part. My conscience is clear. Dr Hartlepool stares at Quaker for several moments, before turning and walking away. <End Log> Report by Director Kells on the Neon God We were not completely ignorant of this "Neon God" that Quaker described. We'd heard stories, especially from those with knowledge of the "Multiversal East", as we're provisionally calling it. Stories about cities that take over the world, mock-cities that imitate the real ways people live, build, develop communities. A nightmare-city, a shadow of reality. That's the thing about cities. They're essentially conglomerations of people stuck together. The first cities were formed because farming allowed people to "specialise" - instead of spending all your time searching for enough food to get you through the day, a smaller subset of the tribe could provide food for everyone. So that meant some people were free to do other things - like build, trade, pray and so on. Conquer, rule, become a living god. A lot of these things needed to be done in specific places, with other people - so, cities were formed. People coming together. It's a simple matter of cause and effect, in a way. One thing happens, so another thing happens. But, in all the stories we've heard, in all the texts and legends, the same thing kept coming through. The city just - appears. It starts growing. It's not a real city, a human thing that makes sense according to how individuals live their lives. It's just… there. The same symbols of our reality replicated, over and over, constantly. I grew up in London - huge city, a vast metropolis. The original city was a little thing, clinging onto the banks of the Thames, a rival to nearby Westminster. Then, different settlements merged together into something larger than themselves. But they were never entirely pulped out. There are still old remains, walls, bits and pieces. The boundaries of neighbourhoods. This city has none of that. It's a grotesque parody, transforming itself over and over again, like it's - trying to become a real city, but doesn't know how. Or maybe it's just a glitch in some system we can't see. It'll be thousands of years - probably - before it reaches us. But it's still a threat. We are the Foundation, after all - we'll have to find some way to contain it. That's what we do. That's what our purpose is. And we're being given a shoestring budget to do it. The following poem was discovered by Dr Hartlepool while travelling into the "Multiversal Centre". in circles comes the muddied mind that hurtles 'round the railway lines it spins its top across the bow and seeks to answer where to go but there is nowhere to go. the ash aligns with the steel as it punches through card and paper, slicing round a new world where you're born again, another where you're stuck in mud, in circles come the paper train screams your name the neon god has marked your time, your world is halogen and luck, you, in circles, bless the mud where you are born, where you disgust your choices made a hundred times the tree branched out, across the line, lampeter stretches in the dark, and in its veins, the blackened bark, the neon god is rushing through its tunnels found, its reign pushed through in circles all your choices come the lanterns sway before your tongue and all the world is steel and glass now, in circles, beneath the grass ~jean-antoine delacroix The following is a log of an encounter made by Dr Hartlepool while in Universe Q865 "Grasslands". <Begin Log> Dr Hartlepool is on a large, open steppe. In front of her, a stable and small wooden structure can be seen; they are reminiscent of a 13th century Mongol yam station, a waypoint for messengers in the Mongol Empire where they would quickly exchange horses, allowing them to make long journeys in a very short amount of time. Around the buildings are several large rocks. Most have weathered carvings on them, which are largely unrecognisable. Some appear to have newer, albeit cruder, designs, displaying a series of forking wires and pieces of string. Dr Hartlepool approaches the nearer building of the waystation. Dr Hartlepool: Hello? No movement comes from inside the building. Dr Hartlepool moves closer. Dr Hartlepool: Hello? Is anyone there? PoI #7005-A: They won't come. Dr Hartlepool starts, and turns around. A man in his mid-40s, dressed in furs, is sitting by one of the rocks, whittling a stick. PoI #7005-A: They're not there. They'll be back soon. Dr Hartlepool: I - you startled me. PoI #7005-A: Come. Sit. Dr Hartlepool: Are you the stationmaster? PoI #7005-A: Somewhere, probably. Dr Hartlepool: I don't like cryp- PoI #7005-A: -tic answers. Yes, I didn't think you would. Foundation generally doesn't. Very well; my name is [DISTORTION]. Dr Hartlepool: Rosie - uh, Dr Hartlepool. Nice to meet you. Why are you sitting by a rock in a multiversal yam station? PoI #7005-A: It passes the time. Dr Hartlepool sighs. PoI #7005-A laughs. Dr Hartlepool: I'm looking for information about the Neon God. Do you know anything about it? PoI #7005-A: Oh yes. But it really doesn't matter. Come, come, sit with me. Let us play a game of chance. Dr Hartlepool: Of chance? PoI #7005-A: Yes. One of us tells a lie about our past, and the other tells what actually happened. Dr Hartlepool: How? And how's that a game of chance? PoI #7005-A: This is a station between realities. The fabric of things is different here; the right answer should be easier to guess. As to how it's a game of chance, well - everything is happening somewhere, right? Dr Hartlepool: Right… PoI #7005-A: It's all luck. There are an infinity of Dr Hartlepools, an infinity of [DISTORTION], with every choice or proto choice and every branching possibility creating new realities from there. But why are you you? Why do you feel the sensations of this one Dr Hartlepool? PoI #7005-A gestures widely. PoI #7005-A: This steppe exists as part of a cluster of universes, where the Mongol Empire never ended, where the entire world became a dwelling-place of nomads. Only a few are connected to Lampeter, but the universes are all there, behind one another. So many steppes, so many camps, so many yurts. Choices upon choices. But each individual is still a person, whole, unique, made of blood and flesh and bone. And yet each one must exist, because all things exist. Dr Hartlepool: Why do all of you keep trying to - PoI #7005-A: Because talking about this kind of thing passes the time up here. In the rigging, behind the scenes. Each universe is so full of narratives and meanings and everything else that all we have to talk about is, well, how weird it is. Dr Hartlepool: Hmm. PoI #7005-A: Makes sense, no? Dr Hartlepool: Of a sort. Alright. I'll play your games of chance. PoI #7005-A: Attagirl. Alright, I'll start: when I was a child, I learnt to play the clarinet. What's the truth? Dr Hartlepool stares at him for a moment. Dr Hartlepool: You learnt to play the piano? PoI #7005-A: Violin. But you've get the idea! OK, your turn. Dr Hartlepool: Hmm. OK. I've been divorced twice. PoI #7005-A: Alright… PoI #7005-A rubs his chin for a few seconds. PoI #7005-A: Once - I think, eight years ago? You were in… a place called San Francisco? Dr Hartlepool leans back sharply. Dr Hartlepool: Porous walls in the universe can do that? PoI #7005-A: Oh yes. Come. You try me again: I was born in Idaho. Dr Hartlepool: No…. you were - you were born in a place like Idaho, that would become Idaho, but was called… [DISTORTION]? PoI #7005-A: Yes! Spot on! You're a natural. Dr Hartlepool: Thank you. But - OK, if everything is a game of chance, what does that imply? PoI #7005-A: About what? Dr Hartlepool: Well - everything. What's the meaning of - PoI #7005-A: The meaning of life? Come on, we're not children. It's whatever you want it to be. You are who you are because of the luck of the draw. Relax. Enjoy yourself. Every good moment will pass eventually, so hold onto them while they last. Dr Hartlepool: That's only comforting to people who are experiencing good moments. PoI #7005-A: Well - OK, fine. But what else is there? Dr Hartlepool: I met someone who lived on a mountain. He thought the entire point of being able to see the multiverse, to see every possibility, was to find God. PoI #7005-A: But if you found God, another set of realities would be formed where you didn't find God. Dr Hartlepool: …I don't follow. PoI #7005-A: The multiverse isn't the end of the line, see? No? Look, the point is that, just as every decision in a universe creates a new universe, every decision in a multiverse creates a new multiverse. Once you break the barriers between timelines, it's just a universe on a bigger scale, which means its counterpoint has always existed. Mirrors upon mirrors. Dr Hartlepool: That… the logic there seems - PoI #7005-A: What else could there be? Your Neon God will cover all the multiverse, the world will be as one, and then another multiverse will come to mirror it, where the Neon God never existed. It's very simple. Now - it's your turn. Dr Hartlepool: Alright. My sister is a marine biologist. PoI #7005-A: No… that's not right. No… PoI #7005-A tilts his head on one side. PoI #7005-A: No. The truth is that you left the city on a train when you were a girl. Dr Hartlepool: …What? Dr Hartlepool stands up abruptly. She starts looking around, apparently panicking. Dr Hartlepool: What - what do you mean? How did you - who the fuck are you? PoI #7005-A: [DISTORTION]. I told you. Dr Hartlepool: That's not a name! That's a sound! the sound of - I don't know, film crackling? What the fuck is happening? Where am I? Dr Hartlepool backs away, fast. PoI #7005-A continues whittling his stick, slowly, while staring at her. PoI #7005-A: You're backing away, Rosie Hartlepool. That's where you are. You're backing away, at the same time as you're playing another round, at the same time as this stick runs you through. Dr Hartlepool: …Fuck. Dr Hartlepool runs to the stables, and mounts a horse. PoI #7005-A continues to whittle and stare. Dr Hartlepool rides away. <End Log> Report by Director Kells The refugees have started to reach us - or, maybe, we've just been able to spot them, now we know what we're looking for. Now we know to locate stories of cities in the middle of so much confusion. And once we began, there were so, so many. The anonymous "Ghul" described them as "iron-clad against the deprivations they have seen". I am not so sure. I don't see people who have built defences, but people who put on masks, trying desperately to seem normal when nothing is. From what we have heard, the people who are infected by the cities become like manic, gibbering idiots. This doesn't seem quite right. It seems everyone is affected differently by them. Some become manic; some begin to despair; others become bright, strange fanatics, preaching gospels of urban planning and high-powered development schemes. There's no one reaction to the Neon God; it produces no patterns, no consistency. At least, at first. Eventually, the same thing happens to all of them. At least two dozen were too far gone to be saved; we've placed them in observation. But after a while, when all the rage and desperation was finished, there was nothing left to observe. They lie down on the floor and stare up at the ceiling - eating nothing, needing nothing. Feeling nothing, as far as we can tell. It's like there's nothing left to move for, to get up for. Physically, we can find no problems with them. Mentally, they are whole and intact. There's no anomalous effect we can detect - just what we can observe. Silence, bug-eyed and beautiful. People keep trickling away from the research team. We've been working out of two buildings near Site 565, with a burnt-out skeleton crew trying to coordinate hundreds upon hundreds of waystations. It's not working. We need more funds, but the O5s keep diverting them away. What is happening up there? Don't they understand the importance of Lampeter? It's the principal organ of interdimensional travel, our only way of communicating with all that's beyond us. Yet the council seems more and more apathetic. Barely anyone's bothered reading this page in months. It's just degenerated into Rosie and I writing down notes, interviews, reports. There's nothing systematic here at all. How can I make them understand? I could write reams about SCP-7005. I could use this space to map out the network, describe every scrap of its history we've managed to recover, detail legends from the old lines - the Golem Cascade, the Corialis Incident, the Lamplight Prophecy. But I don't. I write down my impressions. I write down what seems important in the moment. I don't know what any of us are doing. The following is a letter discovered on a refugee from the "Multiversal East". Although its authenticity has been established beyond doubt, it is not known how this document fell into their possession, as they succumbed to the effects of the Neon God shortly afterwards. To whomever it concerns, Last night, I dreamed I went home. No Lampeter has been home for centuries. We have told tales of it. We have carved murals into the ceilings of our trains and trams, our ski-lifts and saddlebags. They all show the same thing: grotesque men, the early members of our family, heaving and carving and building things that should not be built. I don't know what that world looked like, but I can guess. It was an Earth-world, one of that standard pattern that's so common between our trains. It had a New York, a Tower of London, a Red Fort with all its guarded ceremony. It had an Isfahan, sacked by the Hotakis like a thousand others. It had green forests and Moroccan lamps, spires and symphonies, Iron Gates and Wyoming nights. It had all the things I, and others, have seen so many times before. I've seen cousins of mine settle on such worlds, play-acting what their presents, their pasts, might have looked like. I've seen them set themselves up as princes over their own fiefdoms. But who was the first Lampeter? Was he a king? A rich man? Or was he a predator, a poor man who saw a way to make himself rich at the expense of his brethren? We all enjoy the fruits of his labour. The lines have made us rich. We are prosperous, respected, loved. Tickets fly through our stations, building up our capital, making us unstoppable. Even the decay, the slow collapse of Lampeter, has not done lasting damage. But I am the final Lampeter, the last one still holding on to our name. And I found something, far in the East. I found our home. I pinpointed, in a derelict navigation room above a distant star, the exact origins of the Lampeters. Surrounded by skeletons and burnished corpses, I retrieved the last fragment of a half-burnt computer from centuries ago, a thing of bronze and iron carved by the earliest grandchildren of our house. I found our home. And it was the first one - the very first one - to succumb. The mythical Universe Z999 is the birthplace of the Neon God. And doesn't it all make so much sense? I saw images of it - grainy, pixelated things, continents covered in blue-grey cladding. I saw, in that moment, why all of it had come to pass. What the Lampeters were. How they had, in an ignorant desire for power, unleashed hell upon the multiverse. Because that's how it spreads. It must be. It spreads along Lampeter. Our network and the Neon God are inextricably linked, because one is the pathway for the other. We did it. Our hubris. Our desire for connection, for purpose, for more and more and more, for the destruction of countless universes in the name of one single reality, individuals living whole lives on our line with no connection to land and time. We did this. We wanted a unity of all things, and we got one - a unity buried under a city of the night. The archives of Lampeter sit under a vast blue dome, stuffed with papers, documents, microfilms, hard drives. There is no backup - it exists in the only place it can, a pocket universe outside time and space. I will go there tonight, and I will bring fire. I cannot destroy the line, but I can destroy us. I can destroy all that remains of us. Lampeter will burn bright, as fuel, as a shining light in this multiversal sky. And every world that dies in the dark can rest easy, safe in the knowledge that their vengeance has been sealed. ~ John Lampeter. The following is the log of an incident experienced by Dr Hartlepool in Universe Z987 "Line's End". <Begin Log> It is nighttime. Dr Hartlepool is in a train depot, which belonged to the L-NESC before its dissolution. A fairly large bonfire can be seen 20 or 30 metres away; an indistinct figure can be seen behind it. It is wearing a pair of large sunglasses. Around Dr Hartlepool are a series of wrecked trains, apparently from multiple different eras of the 20th century. Some of them look unusually weathered, as if they've been gradually affected by varying climate conditions over the course of several centuries. Dr Hartlepool moves closer to the fire. Dr Hartlepool: Hello? Is someone there? PoI #7005-B: Oh! Hello. I'm so sorry - I wasn't expecting any visitors. Dr Hartlepool: I wasn't really expecting to be here. What is this place? PoI #7005-B: This? Oh, this is a depot, my dear. It's a place where old trains go to die when the lines don't need them any more. You see this one? PoI #7005-B gestures to a carriage. PoI #7005-B: This one was one of the first! It was launched from only the fifth universe that the Lampeters discovered. It is timeless, and forever. Dr Hartlepool: I can see. What a strange thing. We have trains like that on my own universe, but none that have grown so old that they'd look like that. What are those carvings on it? PoI #7005-B: Oh, aren't they beautiful? They're the Lampeters' own carvings. All the old ones have them. They tell the story of the first Lampeters, how they built a device to break through the walls of reality itself. Dr Hartlepool moves closer to the train, and shines a light on it. A set of weathered carvings in the metal of the train can be seen, apparently showing several men and women laying bricks on a huge wall. Dr Hartlepool: Extraordinary. How did they do it? PoI #7005-B: I don't know! I am just a minister. It is not my place to describe the insights of the prophets. Dr Hartlepool turns back, and looks at PoI #7005-B. Dr Hartlepool: Prophets? The Lampeters? PoI #7005-B: Of course. They created the network. They allowed the Neon God to enter into everything. Dr Hartlepool: The Neon God? Dr Hartlepool slowly begins to edge away, while keeping her eyes trained on PoI #7005-B. PoI #7005-B laughs. PoI #7005-B: Yes! Have you not heard of us, his church? His servants in these many worlds? Dr Hartlepool: You worship it? PoI #7005-B: I do. I understand what he is, when so many others don't. Dr Hartlepool: He - it - seems to be an unstoppable force that turns worlds into cities. PoI #7005-B: Oh, but he is more than that. Come and sit by the fire. I'm not going to hurt you. Dr Hartlepool stops. After a moment, she approaches, and sits across the fire from PoI #7005-B. Dr Hartlepool: Alright. I've got nowhere else to go. I don't even know how to get home, at this point. PoI #7005-B: You're from the west? Dr Hartlepool: The farthest west. A001. Although I think we changed the name when we took over. PoI #7005-B: We? Dr Hartlepool: The Found- do you have a Foundation here? PoI #7005-B: I don't know what that is. Foundation for what? Dr Hartlepool: …Do you know, I don't actually know? Just the Foundation. The SCP Foundation, if you're feeling formal. It's always been a bit vague. PoI #7005-B: Well, Foundation girl, you're always welcome around my fire. It never stops burning, did you know that? Dr Hartlepool: I didn't. PoI #7005-B: I've been sitting here for so long. I've never known it to go out. Dr Hartlepool: That must get annoying in summer. PoI #7005-B: Yes. I suppose it must. Hartlepool tilts her head quizzically. PoI #7005-B smiles. PoI #7005-B: So. You want to know about our master. Dr Hartlepool: Mm. If… if he's not a virus, then what is he? PoI #7005-B: He's our salvation. Do you know what a city is, Foundation? Dr Hartlepool: It's a conglomeration of people in a particular place. What happens when you start to specialise as a society… PoI #7005-B: Go on. Dr Hartlepool: People come together because, when you start farming, there's enough to go around so that not everyone needs to farm. So they can do other things, and often do them best in close contact. It starts with temples, barracks, warehouses, and then gets bigger. PoI #7005-B: Yes. Yes, it does. Factories, right? Dr Hartlepool: You can make things, so many more things, in the confines of vast buildings where everyone is concentrated together. No more cottage industries weaving carpets - now, a single room can produce dozens, hundreds every day. The city becomes a focal point for production. PoI #7005-B: Yes. And so it goes. The city exists to justify itself. Dr Hartlepool: What does that mean? PoI #7005-B: Why make these things? What's the end goal? Profit? That would be too easy. The strength of the nation? But the nation persists regardless. No, the city exists for its own sake, propagating itself as a system. The things we do, our reasons for getting up in the morning… they all just fall away. Don't you feel that? Dr Hartlepool: Not for a very long time. PoI #7005-B: But you did, didn't you? We all did, once. That's what cities do. When you realise that there's no point in any of it, the ways they came to be matter less, and less, and less. Until all you're left with is the image of the city. The roads are laid out for a reason - old sheep trails, easy walkways - but these stop mattering. You can't see them. See how the skyscrapers rise, and they lose their function in your head. Dr Hartlepool: I don't - PoI #7005-B: The city becomes something more than a function. It's an image. It's a thousand ideas, circling it. Its alleyways where the poor live and die, its broadways of thieves and merchants. It gets too big. You can't see the logic any more. Oh, books describe it, but you can't see it. You know this city is built on a hill or harbour, but when you look up, there's just more of it, buildings doing arcane jobs you can't understand, nobody understands. It's just there. It's just more of itself. PoI #7005-B stands up, spreading his arms wide. PoI #7005-B: Oh, and isn't it beautiful! I used to be a pastor. I would lead flocks in worship of the Lord. But then the neon glare came to me, and I saw that what I thought was reality was just so many lights, so many sounds. And what beautiful lights they are! At this, lights corresponding to a city skyline lights up all around the depot. A large series of skyscrapers can be seen, fully illuminated. Dr Hartlepool abruptly gets to her feet, staggering backwards. Dr Hartlepool: Oh, god… PoI #7005-B: Yes! This is one of his! He took this world long ago! We are so much blood and matter! PoI #7005-B removes his sunglasses. In place of his eyes are two fog lights coated in dried blood, which shine on the ground a short distance from Dr Hartlepool. Dr Hartlepool moves quickly behind a train, where the light cannot reach her. Dr Hartlepool: Oh god, oh - PoI #7005-B: You are one of his too, Foundation! Go on! Go onwards! Find him, find him at the end of the line! He will show you all he knows! Dr Hartlepool runs for the entry door to SCP-7005, a hundred metres to her right. As she does so, other sets of fog lights can be seen: standing behind trains, on top of warehouses, among the wrecks. They appear to be moving at random, but humanoid figures can dimly be made out, which they are attached to in the same manner as PoI #7005-B. Dr Hartlepool reaches the door, and swiftly exits. Laughter can be heard behind her. <End Log> The following log records an interview between Dr Kells and O5-9. <Begin Log> Kells: Sir. O5-9: Kells. Keeping well? Kells: I can't complain, sir. O5-9: Family alright? Still alive? Kells: Still amnesticised and far beyond where I'll ever be able to see them again, sir, yes. O5-9 laughs. O5-9: You really mustn't hold that against me. It had to be done. Kells: As you say, sir. O5-9 sighs, and gestures to a chair opposite his desk. O5-9: OK. Please, take a seat. Dr Kells sits down. O5-9 leans back, staring at the ceiling. Kells: Sir, I would like to know why, after seven requests in the last month for an increase in funding and manpower, I have now been told that you are slashing our budget by ten percent. A tenth, sir. On research into the most momentous discovery of our age. O5-9: Kells, you are not the only department that needs funding. We have dozens - hundreds, even - of potentially world-ending threats on the books. Research is an important part of the Foundation's MO, but containment remains our - Kells: Sir, with all due respect, Lampeter - SCP-7005 - it contains an infinity of anomalies, all of whom could end us so many times over. It contains examples of how we, how the Foundation, have defeated any threat you could think of. Sir, in theory, it contains everything. I have given my life to this organisation. We have here a tool that can solve all our problems, and you're just ignoring it, sir! There is a pause for several seconds as O5-9 stares at Dr Kells. O5-9: I could have you killed in under a second, and you interrupt me? Kells: Are you going to kill me, sir? O5-9 stares at Dr Kells for several more seconds, before smiling at him. O5-9: No. I'm not. And I think you knew that. Kells: Then will you tell - O5-9: Do you really think our council was so wholly ignorant of the multiverse as you suggest? Kells: I - no, but we - O5-9: Lampeter is not our only route out there, Kells. If you could see what I can of the archives, of the hundreds upon thousands of anomalies we have charted - Lampeter is nothing. It's just another route out. Kells: And - and this is why you deny us funding? O5-9: I deny you funding because I just don't care, Kells. O5-9 sighs, and sits up in his chair. O5-9: Do you know how many of you I have seen? There is a Simon Kells who fought with the Devourer, and died. There is a Simon Kells who unleashed an ever-changing blizzard on the world, annihilating timeline upon timeline, forever, constantly, creating whole realities that never existed. There is a Simon Kells who spent a century becoming a tyrant, locked in a forever-war with an ancient monster, and a Simon Kells who killed himself so that would never happen. Kells: I don't - O5-9: There is a Simon Kells who walked through dead earth to see his wife, and a Simon Kells who snapped her neck. I have seen you burn in the half-light of a dying sun to save all humanity. I have seen so much of you, Kells, and you're still nothing more than a blip on the radar to me. Kells: How can t-that be. How can you say this? All of that - O5-9: Matters? Don't you get it? It has to happen somewhere. Everything does. Don't you understand what Lampeter is, Kells? It's a mirror, for you, for me, that shows us that all we are is the luck of the draw. I give you money, I withdraw it. I go insane, I maintain my sanity. The agony of choice is no agony at all! O5-9 laughs hysterically. Kells gets up, and heads for the door. O5-9: And you'll go back to your office, and sit, staring at the screen, waiting for Rosie to send you more reports while you're stuck here, Kells! She'll send you more and more, and you'll reach for your bottle - or maybe you won't. Maybe you'll die, maybe you'll live, maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe… Kells exits the room. <End Log> Final Report from Dr Hartlepool. I write this from the last train out. I write this looking up at those murals, carved on the train's ceiling as it blurs through ice, fire, jungle - I look up, and think about my sister, about my world before she died. I arrived, at last, in Universe Z999, largely because I didn't know where else to go. I emerged - somewhere. The coast of South America, I think, but there the city is even spreading along the water. There won't be much left of the ocean soon. There are no people, now. Not even the starers. The sun does not come up any more. The water glistens black, and the corpses of fish rise to the surface, desperate, cloying, the scent of so many bodies washing up from them. I found a train line, and headed south. The trains had adverts on them, with no words, only images that could never exist in that world any more. They changed as I looked at them. I wondered why I was not being affected as the others were, and had no answer to give. The city burnt, the city shone. Plumes of fire rose from factories that produced nothing. The cityscape looked like a microchip, strange buildings with no purpose rising and falling, again and again. It had dingy alleyways and shining offices, industry and commotion. But no people lived in it. It couldn't figure out what to do with them. I arrived where Peiriant had been. Where it all began, if Titus Quaker is to be believed. I thought, at first, I was back at the train depot, with great husks of metal surrounding me. It looked like a scrap heap, a graveyard. I didn't know where to look. Then I saw the neon lights. They were scattered around the station, twisted metal tubes, glowing and flickering faintly. There were dozens of them. They were hanging from the roofs of buildings, emerging from the tarmac of the roads. They clustered together, following lines, patterns. Skyscrapers littered the air around me, and I followed the lights inward. They were so many colours. Red, blue, purple. But as I got closer and closer to some imagined centre, they started to become white. Yellow. Everything looked yellow in that light, that burning light. The streets wound large and small, twisting in unnatural directions. The suburbs were becoming a labyrinth. Finally, we stopped. And there, where it all started, I saw the Neon God. A wall, a hundred feet high and fifty feet wide, jutted up from the ground like a shard, a stalagmite of steel. No more sound could be heard - not even the wind. Like it was straining to hear something. All around, the yellow lights were strewn, scorching patches of cement like a graveyard. The lights were bound to the wall, attached irregularly with metal and wire. They were arranged in rows and columns. I wasn't sure what it was - an attempt at art? A warning? But, no - I realised, finally, that it was meant to be writing. It was meant to be a message. The lights were trying to spell out letters. But they didn't know what letters were, what a sentence was, what a word could mean. It was an uneven scrawl in symbols that did not exist. And all above us, no stars shone. There was nothing left, in the centre of all that devastation, but these things. These yellow and staring lights, trying to be something and failing. Now I'm here again, on another train heading out of the city, writing these words. Above me are images of men and women with hammers and chisels, carving out a hole in their universe, striking out into infinity. And it was while looking at this mural that something occurred to me. John Lampeter was wrong. Delacroix was wrong. The first Lampeters did not spread the Neon God through their networks. That wasn't it at all. They were escaping it. Lampeter - SCP-7005 - this entire endeavour, these centuries of construction, longing, dreaming. Lampeter, those lonely nights of stationmasters in ski lifts, volcanos, stables, wishing wells, whatever else, as they stared up at the sky at stars that once, as children, they had thought promised infinity. All of them, driven by something more than mere flesh and matter. Lampeter is an escape route. It was built without hope, without design. It was built as an act of crazed desperation in the dark, as the suffering tried to get away, get out, to remove themselves from that neon void that lay behind them. And in doing so, Lampeter has allowed billions upon billions to live their lives. Entire histories, entire civilisations living and falling. Who cares about luck, when there is life to be lived? There is no steel and glass here. It doesn't move with the winds. The murals are chiseled, hard and firm, into the forms themselves. Whatever luck or chance has influenced their designs, in the enormity of all things, is irrelevant. The day we buried my sister, it was sunny, and I fled from the city. I took a train out, away from that day, as the sun burnt and the mourners swayed gently, where nothing made sense. I took a train out of the city, and I became Rosie Hartlepool, out among the autumn leaves. The apples I would eat. The auburn sun as it hit the grass. I took my chisels from my sleeping hands, and carved murals into the air itself. I carved them into metal and russet red, and into lines upon lines of train track, as I took myself away. And so I stood before the neon, in its yellow and blinkered heart, and saw it for what it was. Not even nothing. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7005" by Tufto, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7005. 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: neonone.JPG Name: Transsib in der Steppe.JPG Author: Daniel License: CC-BY-SA 1.0 Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Transsib_in_der_Steppe.JPG |
SCP-7006 | esoteric-class | SCP-7006 Byㅤ Liryn Published on 25 Jul 2022 22:50 . SCP-7006 by Liryn, LizardWizard, Ihp, DarkStuff, Djoric Skip to menu ITEM #: SCP-7006 LEVEL- CONTAINMENT CLASS: RADIX DISRUPTION CLASS: AMIDA ITEM: SCP-7006 LEVEL- CONTAINMENT CLASS: RADIX DISRUPTION CLASS: AMIDA An icosahedral die (d20), frequently used as part of Ritual-7006. SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: SCP-7006 is maintained via annual performance of the Ritual of Absolution (Ritual-7006). Ritual-7006 must be performed exactly once each year, as further detailed in this document. If Ritual-7006 is performed unsuccessfully, the Foundation must act according to Level Gamma emergency procedures until the next year arrives. Due to its deep connection to the Foundation. Radix: Item has been integrated into the Foundation's command structure. , information regarding SCP-7006 and Ritual-7006 must be kept secret. Groups of Interest external to the Foundation learning of SCP-7006 is considered a failure of the Veil Protocol. In the event that Ritual-7006 loses its potence, Foundation thaumatologists are to be employed in order to engineer a new, successful variant of it as soon as is possible. The date presently dedicated to the completion of Ritual-7006 is August 1st. DESCRIPTION: SCP-7006 is a powerful thaumaturgical bond which closely links the SCP Foundation to three conceptual entities existing outside of normative reality, maintained and strengthened by the Ritual of Absolution. These three entities — classically referred to as the Triad of Absolutes (or: the Triad; the Absolutes) — collectively exert a formidable, generalized influence on the day-to-day affairs and activities of the Foundation at large; this extends to the following areas: Containment efforts Ritualistic practices Thaumaturgical practices Parascientific innovation Strategic practices Bureaucratic processes Internal and external security Defensive practices and more. The influence exerted on the above areas of Foundation activity is, of great note, wholly positive — while a sufficient relationship between the Foundation and the Triad is maintained through Ritual-7006, the Foundation's efforts will, seemingly by chance, yield fruitful results. Though both SCP-7006's and the Triad's full history with the Foundation is not known, it is understood that this bond is one that has acted as a longstanding boon for almost the totality of our organization's existence. While SCP-7006 is maintained, the Foundation flourishes. It is presumed that the bond's presence is responsible for propelling the Foundation to the grandiose logistical successes it knows today. If Ritual-7006 is not performed during a given year, or fails, SCP-7006's positive effects will begin to diminish; this progresses on an annual basis for an unknown duration, presumably ending with the bond's total severance. According to record, this has never occurred. It is not known what such an event entails. RITUAL-7006: Ritual-7006 (Ritual of Absolution, Ceremony of Absolution, The Providence) is an ornate thaumaturgical procession which alters probability (also known as 'luck', 'chance', 'fate' or ‘destiny’) to favor the Foundation's mission of Securement, Containment, and Protection. This is accomplished through a series of rites which involve several 'lucky' or 'unlucky' items, events, sigils, signifiers, and superstitions. Among these are as follows: Ritual-7006, as expressed via recursive iconographic notation. The conduction of a lottery among select Foundation staff; the winner is awarded a cash prize, and the winning ticket is torn into sevenths. The burning of forty four-leafed clovers atop a ritual pyre, which uses 1/7th of the aforementioned lottery ticket as fuel. Flipping a gold coin until it comes up heads ten times in a row, and then biting down on the coin so that it bends in half. The temporary retirement of a member of the O5 Council, so that the Council numbers twelve instead of thirteen. Conducting no work on Friday the 13th. Rolling dice fashioned from magical materials such as human bone and meteorites, and the destruction of such dice that roll below their median more than 50% of the allotted time. Performance of Ritual-7006-Warden. WARDEN: Ritual-7006-Warden is a unique rite in which the conditions of each Absolute are allegorically appeased inside of a constructed fictional environment. The performance of Ritual-7006-Warden is by far the most difficult and variable part of Ritual-7006, as for it to be effective there must be a non-negligible possibility of failure. Ritual-7006-Warden makes use of a role-playing framework recovered by the Foundation from an anomalous "wargames" society operating in England during the late 19th century. Lightly changed by Foundation thaumatologists to suit the needs of Ritual-7006, this framework has proven immensely effective at fulfilling the symbological and ritualistic needs of the Triad in an environment with an efficiently low level of immediate physical consequences. Through 7006-Warden, ritualists play the roles of Avatars, together forming a fantastical "party" collectively representing the Foundation, embarking on three missions representing the qualities of each Absolute. Succeeding in these missions (henceforth called "modules") contributes to Ritual-7006's efficiency; if one or more are failed, this likely causes Ritual-7006 as a whole to fail, or to be massively weakened. Performances of Ritual-7006-Warden take place atop a Foundation sigil. RULESET: A condensed form of Ritual-7006-Warden's rules have been provided below; for a full version, personnel may consult this document. 7006-Warden OFFICIAL HANDBOOK ABILITIES: STR: Physicality, brawn & toughness. DEX: Speed, sneaking & precision. CTRL: Willpower, charm & the weird. SAVES: Roll d20 equal to or under target Ability. The party at most risk in a contested action makes the save. HIT PROTECTION: HP reflects an Avatar's ability to avoid damage (both from Damage and Stress). HEALING: A quick rest fully restores HP but can leave the Avatars exposed. Ability loss requires a week's rest with medical intervention or magical means. DEPRIVATION: Deprived keeps an Avatar from recovering HP. Being deprived for more than 24hrs adds Fatigue to an Avatar's inventory. Fatigue takes up one slot and lasts until they can recuperate. This can happen multiple times. INVENTORY: Avatars each have 10 inventory slots. Most items take up one slot. Bulky items take up two slots and are awkward or difficult to carry. All 10 slots being in use lowers HP to 0. MAGIC: A new spell is created each morning. It is random or is a copy of one from the previous day. Spells take up one item slot. Spells cost one action to cast. One may attempt a CTRL save to retain the spell. If deprived or in danger, a CTRL save may be required to avoid dire consequences. See this table for more details. ACTIONS: On their turn, Avatars may move up to 40ft and take a single action. Actions may take the form of casting a spell, attacking, additional movement, or some other reasonable activity. These take place simultaneously. Retreating from a doomed situation requires a successful DEX save and a safe destination. For the Start of Combat round, Avatars must pass an DEX save in order to act. Subsequent turns have players acting, then adversaries. COMBAT: All attacks automatically hit. Attackers roll their Stress or Damage die, subtract any protections from Armor (Damage) or Stability (Stress), and deal the remaining total to the opponent's HP. Excess Damage is dealt to STR and excess Stress is dealt to CTRL. If there are Multiple attackers, or one using two weapons, roll all damage dice together and keep the single highest die. Unarmed attacks always do 1d4 Damage. Impaired attacks (position of weakness) reduce Damage die to 1d4. Shooting into cover is Impaired. Enhanced attacks (position of advantage) increase Damage die to 1d12. Blast affects all area targets, rolling separately for each. DAMAGE: Damage that exceeds the remaining HP applies the excess to STR. They must then make a STR save to avoid Critical Damage. Failure drops them out of combat, dying if left untreated. Having STR 0 means death; having DEX 0 is paralysis; having CTRL 0 means they are lost. STRESS AND FALLOUT: Ritualist chooses from the Stress Fallout table when either: Stress reduces an Avatar's HP to exactly 0. An Avatar takes Critical Stress (when they fail a CTRL save after it takes Ability damage) Each Stress Fallout entry: Can only be chosen once at the table (unless denoted). Consumes an inventory slot. Illustration of the six Avatars prepared for this year's 7006-Warden performance. AVATARS: Ritual-7006-Warden is intended to be performed with two to six pre-constructed Avatars (player characters, party members) created using the game system, collectively representing aspects of the Foundation. These Avatars are refreshed annually in order to adapt to the changing circumstances befalling the previous year. In-game documentation relating to the Avatars currently in circulation may be found below. Secrecy Secrecy Avatar Charlie Smith HP 3 STR 10 DEX 12 CTRL 13 Special Features On a Dime This Avatar subtracts 3 from their DEX save at the start of combat. Secrecy "Our accomplishments and sacrifices will never be known. We are doomed to obscurity, and I have made peace with this fact." Inventory (at start of each module) Handgun (d6) Garrote (d4, on Critical Damage, instantly kills humanoid enemies.) Flashbang First-Aid Kit (Two charges; can stabilize a Critically Wounded party member and restore all HP.) Antique Lighter Tactical Weave Trenchcoat (+1 Armor) You don’t get to know about Charlie Smith’s past. Hell, you probably don't even know their real name. And they’re determined to keep it that way. They’re loyal to the Foundation, and to themselves. They’re determined to keep all details about their past as secret as possible. Judging from the lighter they carry around, they might be a smoker. Beyond that? They’re an enigma. Violence Violence Avatar Subject Bellona-7 ("Belle") HP 5 STR 14 DEX 11 CTRL 10 Special Features Monstrosity This Avatar's attacks are brutal enough that, when Damage they deal decreases HP to 0 or lower, they deal a d4 blast to all enemies in combat. Additionally, this Avatar deals d6 Damage with an unarmed strike instead of d4. Violence "It is sometimes the only option to keep the world safe. I am haunted by what I have seen, and afraid that one day, I'll revel in it." Inventory (at start of each module) Broadsword (d8, Bulky) Sawed-Off Shotgun (d6, Bulky) Flashbang Body Armor (+1 Armor) Night-Vision Goggles What do you get when you throw six serial killers, three of the most bloodthirsty warlords in history, and a demigod into a blender? The answer is likely ‘a mess’, and that’s not the worst description for Bellona-7. She was grown in secret by Project Bellona, a blackbox so tight the Ethics Committee didn’t know about it until she slaughtered fifty people. She’s a chimerical homunculus, whose essence is composed of some of the worst serial killers the Foundation has ever dealt with, three ruthless generals, and the Daevite demigod Ab-Leshal. She was grown to be in peak physical condition at twenty-five years of age, but nobody counted on her being intelligent. The Foundation required a brute who responded to chemical signals and electrical stimulus. They were gifted with a predator who learned to read at three days old, learned to escape her cell at four days old, and killed her ‘father’, the head of Project Bellona, before the month was out. Since then, she’s been used by the Foundation to eliminate… ‘priority targets’. By all accounts, she’s a pleasant person to talk to, but she is brutal, and absolutely ruthless in combat. Collection Collection Avatar Orville Winthrop HP 5 STR 11 DEX 11 CTRL 12 Special Features Deep Pockets This Avatar has two additional inventory slots, making a total of 12. Collection "I know the contents of every cell, and the names of all their inhabitants, and they know me. I know how to use my prisoners for good, or for ill." Inventory (at start of each module) Shotgun (d6) Kukri Blade (d6) Magic | Heart Wave: A wave of force inflicts a d6 Stress Blast on any creature in the area possessing a heart. Magic | Revolting Sphere: Conjures a ball, or large lump, of something utterly disgusting. Entities must roll a CTRL save or take d8 Stress. Orville was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, and has spent every day disgusted at the taste. His father was a museum curator, and he was always told to follow in his footsteps and keep the family tradition alive. However, in the process of growing his collection, he ran afoul of a certain organization. An artifact brought to him from the far east was found to be trafficked by an insurgent organization working against the Foundation. The artifact, a small piece of jade shaped like a pill, let off an aura that beckoned whoever was near it to consume it. Orville kept it locked under glass, which seemed to abate the effect. However, the artifact’s properties were known to the Foundation, who soon came knocking. Orville was reluctant to part with it, but part with it he did — or he attempted to, at any rate. Instead, he found himself absently stuffing the pill down his throat while explaining its anomalous properties. From that day, a single command overrode his psyche: Collect. He did not know what to Collect, or why. But when the Foundation saw this change, they offered him either surgery and amnesticization, or a position. He took the position. Study Study Avatar Dr. Imani Monroe HP 2 STR 12 DEX 11 CTRL 16 Special Features Well-Studied Once in each Combat, this Avatar may roll an opposed CTRL Save. On a success, they are able to analyze enemy weaknesses, and may personally declare up to three attacks by either themselves or other Avatars to deal maximum damage. Study "What good is hoarding all of this knowledge if we do not put it to use? The secrets of the universe are just behind this door, that door. I will be damned if they are kept from me." Inventory (at start of each module) Handgun (d6) Magic | Hastening Crystal: Conjures a tetrahedral prism that bathes her allies in light. Those caught in this light act before all enemies, and roll two dice for DEX saves, taking the more favorable result. Magic | Crushing Spray: A ‘spray’ of light that increases gravity in an area, dealing a d8 Blast to all caught in its wake, and pinning enemies to the ground for a turn. Magic | Reflecting Echo: Turns enemy attacks into sonic force for a turn, reflecting any Damage that would be dealt to her allies back to them. Magic | Enlightening Smoke: Enshrouds the area in a smoke that hinders sight, but makes enemy weakpoints highly visible. Damage rolled against these weakpoints is Enhanced (d12 Damage) and 1s and 2s are rerolled. Jewelry (Carved from her own bones. +1 Stability.) Imani was never a healthy child. From a young age, she was plagued with all sorts of afflictions, and no matter how much medicine her mother gave her, none of it seemed to work. This was because Imani’s affliction was spiritual — she was being haunted by a creature that none could see. That was until a fateful day, when she was still a teenager. Imani suffered a horrible acute headache: a swelling. The best course of action the doctors could think of was to cut open her skull to relieve the pressure. When she awoke, she could see the thing haunting her in all its detail. It was not long before she set about trying to kill it. When she read that charms of bone can repel evil, she carved a charm using a piece of her own skull (since replaced by metal plates) and managed to destroy her tormentor. In doing so, her health vastly improved — so vastly, in fact, that the Foundation came calling soon after. Today she is known for her immense dedication to the parascientific method, a master of both normative and anormative fields. Wonder Wonder Avatar Bayan Novak HP 3 STR 11 DEX 10 CTRL 13 Special Features Eager This Avatar takes ½ Stress damage, rounded down. Wonder "Despite all the evils in this world, I still find endless beauty in it. Am I mad? Perhaps. But as long as the sun shines, and the moon glows, the feeling will not fade." Inventory (at start of each module) Handgun (d6) Smiley-Face Brooch (+1 Stability) First-Aid Kit (Two charges; can stabilize a Critically Wounded party member and restore all HP, as well as two points of a single stat.) Book (Filled with scribbled names in another's handwriting. Indestructible.) Body Armor (+1 Armor) Bayan Novak wanted to be a storyteller for as long as he could remember. Not necessarily a writer, but someone who catalogs stories and chronicles of all eras, and helps proliferate them back into the world. He collected first editions of novels, went on digs in ancient archaeological sites, and worked tirelessly to make sure that the best and oldest stories stayed in circulation. Bayan’s story involves a book full of names, one he’s had since childhood. It was given to him by a woman with vibrant green eyes — an old guardian — who gave him his mission to be a storyteller. His name is inside the book, but it is transient, travelling from page to page, cover to cover. There are seven-hundred and seventy-six other names in the book, storytellers all; he often finds the names crossed out, and the storytellers dead, vanished, or somehow corrupted. He discovered the Foundation after investigating a name linked to them, and was abruptly exposed to the wider world of the anomalous. Bayan accepted the supernatural with open arms, for he knows that the only way to unravel the secret of his book is to find the woman who gave it to him, and to do that, he must become familiar with this new world. Defense Defense Avatar Etzli Montenegro HP 5 STR 13 DEX 12 CTRL 12 Special Features Til' My Last Breath If this Avatar receives Critical Damage, they may make a CTRL Save. On a success, they may continue to stand and fight until their STR reaches 0. They still require aid to not perish within the hour. Defense "We are a shield. I have seen what happens when we falter, and I will never let it happen again." Inventory (at start of each module) Advanced Body Armor (+2 Armor) 2x | Flashbang Riot Gun (Fires rounds that deal d6 DEX instead of STR.) Field Surgery Kit (Allows for a single stat to be restored fully 3 times.) Eztli chose their name, because they had been robbed of everything else. Growing up, they learned hard, cruel lessons about pain and misery, and vowed that they would save others from such experiences when they were able. To that end, they became a medic, working on the battlefield to save lives and alleviate suffering. Etzli has, until now, killed two people: the first, they shot in defense of a patient. The second, they let die on an operating table after they heard the patient laughing, gloating about how they had the ability to make their war last for an eternity, and consume the continent. The patient demonstrated this by causing two other patients in the same tent — who had been recovering — to keel over in a pool of their own blood. This thing, not a human, was being targeted by the Foundation for containment, and when they learned Etzli was responsible for its death, the Foundation delivered an ultimatum: join us, or never work as a medic again. * * * "We have everything to lose, but everything to gain. Each time we test our luck, we inch closer to oblivion — but inaction leads us into the dark. Our power rests upon a pinpoint of divine intervention. We need to make sure that pinpoint stays right where it is, for all our sakes." - The Administrator August 1st, 1930 SECURE - CONTAIN - PROTECT PREPARING MODULES … The Parable of the Warden What games do gods play? Is the thunder the clatter of their dice in a cup? Is the wind the motion of their arms as they draw a card? Are earthquakes the shifting of their board? Do we live and die by their whims? Their whims, we thought, were out of our control. But then, deep in the archives, we found it: Their rulebook. Those who read it know of the horror that lurks in spaces too liminal. What games do gods play? They play with our lives. What if the thunder is just sound following light? What if the wind is just cold following heat? What if earthquakes are just the earth, in a fit of rage? Doubt is common, down in the Foundations of reality. That is why we seek Absolution. MODULES LOADED. GOOD LUCK. NOTE: It is heavily advised that ritualists operate Ritual-7006-Warden on a capable desktop device. Handheld devices are not recommended. If all modules are complete, ritualists may continue: Proceed Back to top ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7006" by Liryn, LizardWizard, Ihp, DarkStuff, and Djoric, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7006. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. 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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7007 is to be kept in High-Yield Data Storage Facility 1 at Site-43. The anomaly may be viewed under strict limitations, with explicit approval of Site Director McInnis. Under no circumstances is any member of Overwatch Command to be allowed to view the anomaly or be informed of the anomaly’s existence. Access to the content of SCP-7007 is restricted to those personnel specifically cleared to review; general knowledge of the anomaly is to be suppressed even among Foundation personnel. Description: SCP-7007 designates a cathode ray tube (CRT) television continuously playing a single episode of the game show Misfortune Gorge, sponsored and distributed by GoI-5889 (“Vikander-Kneed Technical Media”). The episode is apparently from an established series, but no reference to other episodes has been found within the database. The recording consistently displays image degradation, static and warping lasting for brief periods. However, the audio is consistent with 1990s recording techniques. Despite this, Misfortune Gorge’s opening crawl alleges the episode was filmed in front of a live studio audience and contains copyright information indicating it was distributed in 2022.1 The manner and technique of storing the video file on SCP-7007 has not been discovered. The television appears to be of standard production and no obvious mechanical modifications have been discovered upon disassembly that would explain its ability to store video files. The anomaly has no need for electrical current to maintain operation, and if an individual enters containment in the midst of the episode’s playtime, the anomaly will reset and start the episode from the beginning. Print ad shipped with SCP-7007. Individuals who watch the episode are convinced of the veracity of everything depicted during its runtime of forty-three minutes. This conviction will begin to affect the behavior of viewers in predictable ways: they believe the events actually occurred, and react accordingly. Amnestics have been ineffective on those subjects who have viewed the video, leading researchers to theorize that memories of the show are effectively permanent. This anomalous effect has been demonstrated even after merely reading a transcript of the show in print form. Discovery: On 25 September 2022, the anomaly was received at Site-43 in a Foundation-issued secure artifact case, with a label indicating it was shipped with escalated security protocols from Area-32. Director McInnis, finding the transfer of anomalies from Area-32 suspicious, ordered the parcel inspected. Ultrasound revealed a television set from the late 1980s; sounds were noted emanating from within the parcel. Director McInnis and Dr. Lillihammer alone were present when the parcel was opened, finding the following note and attached print ad:2 Dear Dr. Wettle, We’re hoping you’d do us the favor of reviewing the show we’ve enclosed. Your organization is quite large and we were hoping to get some beta viewers for feedback on whether or not the show works from a perspective within the Foundation. Don’t worry about reporting this; as you can see from the video, the O5 Council is already well aware. So let’s keep it between us for now, we want the episode to be a surprise! Best, Your Friends at Vikander-Kneed NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION Further review of this file is inadvisable, as even the most powerful amnestics have been shown to be ineffective. Read on at your own risk. If you are not already familiar with the contents, please report the breach of security to Director McInnis personally. You have been warned. — Maria Jones, Director, RAISA Addendum 7007.1 – Transcript of Misfortune Gorge: The following is a transcript of the only known episode of Misfortune Gorge. [The episode opens on an aerial shot of a desert city in ruins, many fires burning among buildings and the sky line semi-obscured by smoke. A title card for Misfortune Gorge is overlaid on the image. The view flies down into wide open space made up of desert sands accumulating over a large asphalt parking lot. Wrecked cars and desiccated human corpses populate the lot. The view flies over the lot and into a large structure, with the light dimming until the screen is entirely dark.] [Dramatic instrumental music rises in volume until a crescendo as the title card fades and is replaced with a close up of Jeremy Kincaid, the host of the show. He is wearing a red-and-white checkered suit coat, wide black tie over yellow collared shirt, and red slacks. His skin is ashy gray, and his eyes are consistently leaking black, oily tears. He smiles at the camera; his teeth are bloody and stained yellow. He is holding a long, thin microphone measuring approximately forty-five centimeters.] Kincaid: Welcome back to another splendiferous episode of Misfortune Gorge, the gameshow where our contestants use their wits and hard-won life skills in a steep competition of life and death! [Raucous applause began with Kincaid’s introduction but then trails off into silence as the host finishes. The view pulls in for a closeup of Kincaid’s face. He winks, squirting oily liquid onto his coat and microphone.] Kincaid: Oh, relax. I’m just kidding! [Audience laughter is heard.3 Intermingled with the laughter is the call of buzzards. Occasionally shadows pass overhead above the stage, indicating circling birds.] Kincaid: There’s no skill involved at all! Misfortune Gorge, may the odds be ever in your f– [touches his ear] What? Come on, Jerry. Why not?!? Uh huh. Uh huh. Oh. I see. Welp. Time for a new slogan, I guess. [coughs] Y que las probabilidades estén siempre a tu favor! This episode – and all of them – brought to you by Vikander-Kneed Technical Media. For a better tomorrowTM.4 Kincaid: Here at Misfortune Gorge, we believe in a good clean competition. One where the sweat of the brow and the accomplishments of our contestants are earned the hard way: through nepotism and global conspiracies. That’s right! Today, our contestants are all from everyone’s favorite oppressive secret regime: the SCP Foundation! [whispering] Or is that Secure Contain Protect Foundation? Honestly that sounds worse. We’ll stick with the first one. [The view zooms out to show the stage as Kincaid walks over to a heavy curtain, rust colored and deteriorated.] Kincaid: Things, creeps and glorious consumers we call an audience, let me introduce our contestants. [The following graphic appears on screen.] [The image fades and the curtains draw back to reveal the three individuals indicated, although Agent Echo is without his weapon. All three look confused and quickly glance around the stage.] Kincaid: Let’s get to know our lucky contestants! O5-7, introduce yourself. O5-7: Marjorie Gonzales, O5-7 of the Foundation. [O5-7’s eyes are wide as she speaks. She looks at the other two contestants in horror.] Kincaid: Well Marjorie, tell us a little about yourself! O5-7: I’ve been on Overwatch Command for over ten years. I gave up everything for this organization. I left my husband and my seven-year-old son to take this position. They were amnesticized, they think I’m dead. My son dropped out of high school recently and has taken up heroin. [O5-7 tries to cover her mouth halfway through her speech but her arms won’t rise all the way and she continues to speak.] Kincaid: Oh no! Have you ever tried to reach out to them? O5-7: Not even once. [O5-7’s eyes narrow and she says this last line through gritted teeth.] Kincaid: How fitting! Alright, enough from you. Agent Echo, how are things? [O5-7 continues moving her mouth as if speaking, but no sound comes out. Agent Echo looks at O5-7 in shock, but begins speaking. O5-7 appears to be screaming.] Agent Echo: I don’t actually know. I’ve been with the Foundation for a significant amount of time, but there’s been so many missions that were amnesticized, so it could’ve been three years or three weeks. Kincaid: Well, that’s no good. Hopefully you have some fun tonight, right folks? [Rousing applause is heard.] Kincaid: Well, Marjorie, could you shed any light on Echo’s conundrum? O5-7: [Grimacing] It’s just cheaper to amnesticize than pay for psychological treatment, and more effective. Kincaid: Well, isn’t that interesting! How do you feel about that, Echo? [Echo stares at O5-7. She avoids his gaze.] Kincaid: Well, he’s just flat out stupefied, folks! Marjorie, anything else? O5-7: We need our agents working at peak efficiency, and they experience a lot of trauma. Not to mention are sometimes asked to do ethically questionable actions to contain an anomaly. So amnesticization is just better for everyone. That way they’re still useful. [O5-7 flips off Kincaid, which is blurred on the video.] Kincaid: Now now, that’s no good! We’re a family show here at Misfortune Gorge! [The audience boos, prompting O5-7 to flip off the audience. As she focuses off camera she takes a step back, and her mouth opens wide. Agent Echo stares at O5-7, his fists clenched at his side.] Kincaid: And our final contestant! Dr. Kleiner, introduce yourself. [Up until being addressed, the researcher had been paying little attention to Kincaid or her fellow contestants. She had been looking around the stage, in a focused manner. She does not cease her observations, but does respond to the host.] Dr. Kleiner: Isabel Kleiner. Researcher, Security Clearance Level 4. Site-19. Kincaid: Well, aren’t we a barrel of laughs? [The audience laughs for approximately three minutes until Kincaid waves them off.] Kincaid: But seriously, Izzy, aren’t you glad to be here? Excited? Dr. Kleiner: You brought us here against our will, and are forcing us to divulge classified intel through anomalous means. I would not say I am happy about this, no. Interested? Yes. Professionally speaking, I don’t know how I got here, and I want to. Kincaid: Oh, sounds like we’ve got a contender here! [A medium build, middle aged man, dressed in slacks and a tucked-in button down shirt emerges from behind the curtain. A look of confusion is on his face, as he frantically looks around the stage.] Kevin: What? Kincaid: What th– Kevin: YOU! [The individual5 points at Kincaid, and advances towards him.] Kevin: You did this again? Kincaid: Oh right, I remember you now. Wait, what are you doing here? Kevin: You tell me! Kincaid: Well, it seems like you’re ruining a perfectly good episode of television! Kevin: I don’t want to be here, and I certainly don’t want to see you! O5-7: If you need to address this, maybe we could get out of your way an– Kincaid: Nonsense! We’ll cut it in post. [Putting his finger to his ear and talking softly] Jerry, what the fuck? Get security out here. Kevin: We can hear you. Kincaid: No you can’t! Don’t gaslight me, Kevin! Anyway, it’s time for… A WORD FROM OUR SPONSORS Second Segment [The screen fades in to show all three contestants behind podiums with their names on them, and Kincaid walking in front of them facing the camera.] Kincaid: Welcome back folks, to Misfortune Gorge, the gameshow where life hangs in the balance! Don’t worry, it’s just a phra– Kevin: Bullshit. [Kevin wanders behind the contestants, looking for an exit.] Kincaid: Please go. Kevin: I thought there was supposed to be a gorge. Kincaid: Shut the fuck up, Keith. Kevin: I’m not even a contestant! I don’t even know why I’m here. Kincaid: Me either, Bryan. Why don’t you leave? Kevin: You took me from my home. AGAIN! Kincaid: Details, details. Now, can I get back to hosting my show? [Kevin waves dismissively.] Kincaid: Great. [Turning to the three contestants.] Now! Let’s talk about our first game! Dr. Kleiner: You’re not very good at this, are you? O5-7: Seriously. Kincaid [Sighing] Okay, just bring it out. [The image fades to darkness, briefly replaced with the following graphic.] Kincaid: Say it with me folks! [Several thousand voices are heard to mumble indecipherably.] Kincaid: That’s right! Name that Atrocity! [A curtain is drawn back where the contestants entered from to show a large projection screen.] Kincaid: Now, we’re going to show you three some images, and the first to recognize what we’re showing, hit your buzzer and call out that answer. O5-7: [Hits buzzer] A waste of my time. Kincaid: Interesting you should say that, this round should be especially intriguing for you and Agent Echo! Agent Echo: I’d just like to leave. Kevin: Wouldn’t we all. Kincaid: Who gave him a microphone, Jerry? Okay! Let’s go! [An image of a shopping mall on fire appears on screen.] Agent Echo: Is that Jersey City? I think I’ve been there. O5-7: You have. [She glares at Kincaid, who winks at her.] Agent Echo: When? O5-7: Two months ago. Kincaid: What was he doing there, Marjorie? [O5-7 sighs and then shrugs.] O5-7: You were on a containment deployment that went bad. We were forced to make some tough decisions. Kincaid: No euphemisms allowed! Agent Echo: Went bad how? Dr. Kleiner: Are you putting on a show with this innocent act, Echo? Civilians died, and we had to amnesticize half the city’s police force and emergency workers. What does it ever mean when something went bad on containment? Agent Echo: Oh… How many people? O5-7: Fifteen. Agent Echo: Why can’t I remember it? [Dr. Kleiner groans and rolls her eyes. She hits the buzzer.] Dr. Kleiner: Failure to contain an undesignated anomaly led to the emulsification of a Sbarro’s and fifteen people we had to cover up. Kincaid: It’s called name that atrocity, doctor. O5-7: Operation Moon Hits Your Eye. [Kincaid laughs.] Kincaid: Now isn’t that a riot, folks? [The audience applauds.] Kincaid: One point for Marjorie! For a bonus, how many people did Echo’s team lose? O5-7: [Closing her eyes.] Three. Kincaid: And? O5-7: One of them was his fiancé. Agent Echo: I have a fiancé? Kincaid: Not anymore! [Audience laughs.] Kincaid: Next image! [Sixteen minutes of footage omitted for brevity. Each of the images shown is a mission Agent Echo was assigned to; some are successes and some are failures. Each has a significant cost of human life or psychological trauma on the agent. Echo ceases speaking after the third image. By the time the round is finished, O5-7 has three points and Dr. Kleiner has two.] Kincaid: Alright, you win this round! Jerry, let’s show Marjorie what she won! [The curtains swing closed over the projection screen and then open again to reveal a large crystal bowl filled with water and several dozen drowned June bugs floating in the liquid.] O5-7: You do not recognize the bugs in th– Kincaid: Ah ah ah! No way, you’re not getting this show hit with a copyright strike. Moving on! COMMERCIAL BREAK! Third Segment Kincaid: Welcome back folks. Now that you’ve paid some of our bills, maybe we can pay some of our contestants! Let’s move on to the next game! [The rusty curtains draw back and reveal a large spinning wheel, at least 3 meters in diameter separated into seven numbered, equally-sized segments.] Kevin: Wheel of Kevin?! What the hell, you can’t ever remember my name, but you name a game after me? Kincaid: I have no idea who you are. Security! [Attached to the wheel is a crucified human corpse, resembling depictions of Jesus Christ, including a crown of thorns.] Kevin: That’s not me. Kincaid: You’re right, that’s Jesus. Who’s going to mistake you for our one true savior? Also, get out of here! Kevin: But it’s the Wheel of Kevin. Kincaid: I don’t understand your point. [O5-7 clears her throat.] Kincaid: What? O5-7: Are we going to be here all night? Kincaid: Maybe! [Turns and winks at the camera. The audience laughs.] Kincaid: Okay, so here’s the rules of the game. [Kincaid walks over to the wheel.] Kincaid: Each spin of the wheel grants an opportunity to win some points based on a specific challenge, but careful! Some segments of the wheel will provide a penalty! Kevin: Oh, this will be good. Kincaid: Will you leave? Kevin: I’d love to. [Kincaid shakes his head and turns back to the contestants.] Kincaid: Agent Echo, you’re up! Agent Echo: Alright… [The wheel begins spinning and one arm of the corpse extends, striking a raised post from the center point of each segment of the wheel. Droplets of blood spray from the wheel and splash over the contestants.] Dr. Kleiner: I don’t even know why we’re playing the game. Kincaid: What choice do you have? Besides, who wouldn’t want to test their fates for the chance to win such incredible prizes? [The camera spins and zooms in to the other side of the stage where several prizes have been displayed.6 The camera spins back to the wheel as it slows and the hand of Christ lands on the post in section 2. The post perfectly fits within a hole in the wrist of the body.] Kincaid: Oh no! Looks like you landed on one of the penalty tiles! Agent Echo: How many points do I lose? Kincaid: None! It says here, “you will be stabbed at some point during the show.” Fun! [O5-7 rolls her eyes.] Agent Echo: What the fuck is wrong with this show? Kevin: It’s Hell. Kincaid: Absolutely nothing! [Narrowing his eyes at Kevin.] Don’t mind him. Okay, Marjorie, your turn. [Fourteen minutes omitted for brevity. O5-7 landed on segment 3, resulting in Kincaid yelling “Bankrupt!” and the loss of all her points. Dr. Kleiner landed on 7, which was described as “Don’t look behind you” and gained zero points.7 Agent Echo landed on segment 5 and was challenged to “throw a rock at Kevin!” A small stone materialized at his podium, but Agent Echo refused to do so and gained no points.] Kincaid: Alright, Dr. Kleiner, you’re up! [The wheel spins and the hand of Christ falls on segment 1.] Kincaid: Fill some blood in this cup for two points! [A paring knife and styrofoam cup appear on Dr. Kleiner’s podium. She picks up the knife and cup and examines them.] Kincaid: What’s the matter? Not so appealing when you have to do your own dirty work? [Dr. Kleiner stares at Kincaid, and then throws the knife at him. It disappears after leaving her fingers and manifests back on the podium. Kincaid smiles and waggles his finger back and forth.] Kincaid: I applaud your initiative, but that’s not going to work. Come on now, you can’t have a problem with a little bloodletting, surely. Look who you work for! [Dr. Kleiner walks over to Agent Echo, then slashes his forearm. He screams and pushes her away from him.] Agent Echo: What’s your problem, lady? Dr. Kleiner: The sooner we win, the sooner we can go home. I’ve read the files on Vikander-Kneed. They don’t kill people. Right? [Kincaid smiles and shakes his head. The cameras zoom in on Kevin in the background behind the contestants.] Kevin: Um… Kincaid: Ignore him. [Kincaid throws the rock at Kevin that Echo refused to.] Dr. Kleiner: I’m in the lead, so it gives me the best chance of winning if I’m uninjured. You’re the most likely to be able to operate with such a wound, so… [Dr. Kleiner holds out the styrofoam cup. Agent Echo curses and holds out his arm so the blood from his wound drips into the cup. Kincaid suddenly appears from off camera, grabbing the styrofoam cup and upending it so the blood trickles out into his eyes. The blood mixes with the oily black substance leaking from his eyes and turns it a rusty brown color. For the rest of the episode, the substance retains that color.] Kincaid: [Satisfied sigh] Oh thank god, I was so parched. [Kleiner backs away and returns to her podium. The point tally under her name goes up by 3 points, putting her at 5 points total.] [Kincaid is running his fingers inside the cup and then rubbing the remnants of Echo’s blood into his eyes. He returns to standing in front of the wheel.] Kincaid: Right! Marjorie! O5-7: I have a title, couldn’t yo– Kincaid: Your title is Marjorie. [The wheel begins spinning.] Kincaid: Oh, I’m sorry, I forgot you sacrificed your whole family to this great calling. To combat the things in the dark. OH FIVE SEVEN! A great leader responsible for important choices! Containing the awful anomalies! Preserving noooooormalcy. [The wheel stops spinning with the now battered and disfigured hand of Christ indicating the segment numbered 4.] Kincaid: There we go! Ready for your challenge? [O5-7 crosses her arms.] Kincaid: Explain to your son why you abandoned him! O5-7: What? [The curtains part again to reveal a teenage boy with dirty clothes and hair. He has bags under his eyes.] O5-7: Cas? Caspian Gonzales: Mom? What the fuck! Kincaid: Go ahead, explain! O5-7: I needed to dedicate myself to the job, it was too important. [The audience boos.] Caspian: Did you really need to abandon us? Couldn’t you have just kept it secret? O5-7: I couldn’t afford the distraction. If I took my eye off the ball, I would lose my position and then the world would suffer. Caspian: But you’re my mother. I needed you. O5-7: The Foundation needed me more, Cas. Kincaid: Really? O5-7: Okay, no, but I didn’t really want to be a mother anyway! [O5-7’s mouth hangs open after this. She looks away, downcast.] Kincaid: Excellent! Three points to Marjorie! [The audience claps.] Kevin: Well, you’re still a dick. Kincaid: Yes I am! TIME TO MAKE THE MONEY! Final Segment [Screen fades in from the last commercial to find Kincaid sitting cross legged on the floor of the stage. The oily brown substance is pooling around him on the floor, pouring from his eyes and down his shirt and into his lap. The three contestants are facing him in a semicircle, but are standing. Kevin is bound to a simple wooden chair in the corner of the screen, his mouth gagged with cloth. He is rocking back and forth in the chair.] Kincaid: Oh look who’s back, it’s the audience! We missed you. O5-7: [Scoffs] Audience. Kincaid: Sorry? O5-7: What audience? Kincaid: [Pointing at the camera] The Audience. [O5-7 moves over to the camera and turns it around.8 The audience is an American football field sized coliseum. At least seventy thousand people sit in the stands. The closest seats are visible as the camera pans by. Filling each seat is a humanoid corpse in various states of decomposition.] Kincaid: Stop it! [The camera circles back to the stage and Kincaid ushers O5-7 back to where she was before.] Kincaid: They’re shy. [Kincaid winks at the camera.] Kincaid: Alright, who’s ready for the last part of the show? Dr. Kleiner: Good god, yes. Let’s get this over with. I have research I could be doing. Agent Echo: Yeah, I’m done here. Kincaid: Oh? Oh yes! Important things to get back to, and then get your memory erased! Fun fun. [Agent Echo frowns, but does not respond.] O5-7: Okay, that’s enough. Leave him be. Kincaid: Where was that nurturing spirit a minute ago? O5-7: Tell us what the game is already. Kincaid: Alright alright. It’s actually my favorite! Because it’s time for: Kincaid: Okay! Ready? Dr. Kleiner: What about the rules? Kincaid: You guess the number I’m thinking of. O5-7: That’s ridiculous. Kincaid: No, it isn’t. Tell me another game show that’s ever done that. Go on, I’m waiting. Agent Echo: He’s got you there. [Kincaid walks over to Echo and slaps him on the back, leaving a rusty handprint on his uniform.] Kincaid: Thank you, my friend! [Kevin is struggling in his chair, succeeding in catching Dr. Kleiner’s attention. He indicates his bindings with a head motion. Kleiner stares at him, then turns back towards Kincaid and the other contestants.] Dr. Kleiner: Alright, let’s play already. [Kevin’s low whimpering can be heard for a moment, but audience applause drowns it out.] Kincaid: Okay! Number between 1 and 10. Echo, you first. Go! [Agent Echo just grimaces.] Kincaid: Pick. A. Fucking. Number. Agent Echo: Uh, four. Kincaid: Hmmm. Nope, that’s not it. Agent Echo: Who cares? Kincaid: That’s the spirit! Marjorie? [O5-7 sighs. Kevin begins softly moaning in the background again, and Dr Kleiner turns to look at him.] O5-7: Eight. Kincaid: No way! Okay, Doctor? Your turn. [Dr. Kleiner is looking at Kevin. No emotion is easily readable on her face.] Kincaid: [Touching his ear] Jerry, will you please take George to the back? [A humanoid-shaped darkness begins to drag Kevin off to the side of the stage.] Kincaid: Oh Dr. Kleiner? [She turns away from Kevin and looks back at Kincaid.] Kincaid: Wow! Nothing fazes you, huh? What’s your guess? You’re tied with Marjorie, so if you don’t get it, we’re going back around! Dr. Kleiner: Seven. [Confetti begins falling from above them, with a klaxon sounding and trumpets playing a fanfare.] Kincaid: That’s it! O5-7: Come on. Kincaid: Complain, complain, complain. What now? O5-7: You probably didn’t even have a number in mind, you just picked who you wanted to win. Kincaid: That’s absolutely true. O5-7: Seriously? Kincaid: What’s the matter? You only like playing when you’re the one who can manipulate the results? You’re only happy when you can ruin a man’s dreams of having a primetime gameshow? O5-7: What are you talking about? Kincaid: Why do you do it anyway? Don’t tell me that nonsense about dying in the dark, lady. Why do you insist on containing everything? I worked for years on that show. One simple decision by you fucks, and it’s all up in smoke. So tell me, why contain the things that aren’t nightmares? No more bullshit. O5-7: We’ve been doing it so long, we don’t know how to exist any other way. And we don’t want to let go. Kincaid: Of what? O5-7: Control. It’s in the name, for fuck’s sake. And if the anomalies weren’t around to control anymore, we’d lose what hold we have. Dr. Kleiner: Inspiring. Can we leave now? [Kincaid points at Echo and O5-7, snapping his fingers.] Kincaid: They can! [Tendrils of black sludge reach up from the floor of the stage, wrapping themselves around Echo and O5-7, dragging them down into a hole opened in the floor.] Dr. Kleiner: Listen, I don’t care what you do to them. I’m going home. Kincaid: What about your prize? Dr. Kleiner: I don’t care. [Kincaid snaps his fingers again, and the prizes are all laid out in front of them. He walks over and lifts the paper bag, staining it further with his fingers covered in brown fluid. At this point the only distinguishing feature on Kincaid is the eyes, glowing a dull yellow.] [He walks over and hands her the bag. She gingerly opens it, trying to avoid the residue from his touch. She pulls out a crumpled pile of papers. She looks at them and glances up at the camera, her eyes wide.] Kincaid: An exclusive employment contract with Vikander-Kneed Technical Media planning and statistics department! Already signed! [Dr. Kleiner frantically flips to the last pages.] Dr. Kleiner: Hey, my signature is here. I didn’t sign this! Kincaid: I’ll think you’ll find that you did. [Kincaid turns to the camera with his arms open wide. A spray of the brown liquid hits Kleiner.] Kincaid: Well, that’s all folks! We’re outta time here at Misfortune Gorge. I hope you all had a good time, I know our very own Dr. Kleiner did. Don’t worry, you’ll be seeing a lot of her in the future! She’s VKTM material. Dr. Kleiner: The fuck I am! Kincaid: Just smell that gumption, folks! Can’t wait to get started! Thank you to our sponsors, Vikander-Kneed Technical Media. For a Better TomorrowTM. Goodnight, America! [Credits begin to roll as the camera pulls back from the stage. Dr. Kleiner is dragged back into the shadows of the side stage area, and Kincaid follows her.] Misfortune Produced by Cast The Host O5-7 Agent Echo Dr. Kleiner Kevin Crew Production Designer Key Grip Graphic Designer Light Board Operator Planning and Statistics Puppet Creative Consultant Music Coordinator Editing Supervisor Best Boy Casting Supervisor Gorge Vikander- Kneed Technical Media Jeremy Kincaid Marjorie Gonzales Agent Echo Dr. Isabel Kleiner Kevin Fillmore Jerry Jerry Jerry Jerry Dr. Isabel Kleiner Jerry Jerry Jerry Jerry Jerry ONE MORE AD BREAK TO FEED OUR BANK ACCOUNTS! The final image before the episode begins again is included below. Update: (30 September 2022) Agent Echo was found unconscious on the streets of Reykjavik, Iceland. As of writing, no sign of Marjorie Gonzales, the previous O5-7, has been found. Kevin Fillmore continues to work at the Phoenix Police Department and has no knowledge of the events described above. Footnotes 1. The identifying copyright number does not match any on record with the US Office of Copyright or any other nation’s equivalent federal body. 2. William Wettle, Researcher in Replication Studies at Site-43, claimed to have no knowledge of the anomaly and categorically denied any connection to GOI-5889. 3. Audio analysis indicates a live audience of more than two thousand individuals. 4. Recording did not actually register the phrase “TM” but invariably, transcripts have included it and the notation cannot be deleted for unknown reasons. 5. Matching the description of Kevin Fillmore, an administrator working for the Phoenix Police Department in Phoenix Arizona. 6. Including a neon yellow 2022 Toyota Camry, a gold trimmed Rolex branded watch, a $50 giftcard to the VKTM.com online store, and a brown paper bag with oil stains. 7. A entity comprised of shadows with red glowing eyes appeared behind the researcher and grasped her head, keeping it immobile, and would not allow her to turn and look behind her. 8. Interestingly, as the view rotates 180° there is no camera operator seen. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7007" by Grigori Karpin, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7007. 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-7008 | esoteric-class | SCP-7008 instance. ITEM #: 7008 CONTAINMENT CLASS: ANOMALOUS Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7008 presents a negligible threat to the Veil or Foundation. Research into the cause of SCP-7008 manifestation events may continue, but no formal containment is required. Description: SCP-7008 is the manifestation of an otherwise non-anomalous artificial rose, made of pink fabric and plastic, that spontaneously appears in populated areas. The conditions for its manifestation are still unclear, but a vast majority of events share the following in common: SCP-7008 usually manifests between 5PM and 4AM local time, Despite almost exclusively manifesting in urban environments, the area is rarely heavily populated at the time, SCP-7008 favours industrial and business zones over residential areas, SCP-7008 manifests outside of direct human observation.1 Addendum 7008.1 - Discovery: Foundation datacrawler Sylvia.aic recorded a brief reboot of several audiovisual CCTV cameras in Norfolk, Virginia. As this was extremely unlikely without anomalous interference it was flagged for manual review, leading to the first recorded SCP-7008 event. A transcription of the footage can be found below: 00:00 Morgan Alda walks out of their place of employment, a local grocers. It is 2:17 am. The street is dark, and Alda shivers momentarily. Reaching into their pocket, they pull out a set of keys and, after thirty seconds of effort, lock the door to the building. They take a few steps back, still facing the building, and take a single deep breath. Rubbing their eyes, they wander to a nearby bench. Alda sits down, and pulls a pair of earphones and a pack of gum from their pockets. They plug the headphones in, fiddling with their phone to find a song. Content, or at least okay with their choice, they put the phone down and stare across the road. A few minutes pass. The gentle breeze dies down. They gaze into the distance, isolated from the world around them. Rarely, a car passes, roaring as it does, but they do not react. Their every breath cuts the brisk air. Regardless, they continue to stare. A long while later Alda snaps back, sighs loudly and leans down, putting their head in their hands. The footage cuts out. When it resumes, a pink plastic rose can be seen to the side of the bench. Alda continues to sit head in hands. After five minutes, they look up and notice the rose. They hesitate. Alda: Huh. They pick up the rose and turn it about in their hands, looking it over for a minute. Suddenly, they stand up, almost jumping off the ground in effort, and slide the rose into their pocket. Slowly, they wander towards the camera as they head home. As they leave frame, they have a slight smile on their face. Footnotes 1. This, combined with the lack of anomalous effects following manifestation, make containment and research of SCP-7008 a low priority. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7008" by Anonymous, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7008. 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: rosetall.png Name: Pink Rose Author: Brian Richardson License: CC-BY-2.0 Source Link: Flickr Filename: square.jpg Name: Washington, Iowa's Town Square, at Night, in a Snowstorm Author: Pete Markham License: CC-BY-2.0 Source Link: Flickr |
SCP-7009 | esoteric-class | The Foundation discovers a fundamental law of reality. Rome is involved. All Roads Lead To Rome SCP-7009 By: MontagueETC Published on 27 Jul 2022 20:43 ▷ Show Code ◁ △ Hide Code △ @import url(https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Montserrat:wght@600;700&display=swap); /* Centered Header Sigma * [2021 Wikidot Component] * By Lt Flops (CC BY-SA 3.0) * Forked from: * Penumbra Theme by EstrellaYoshte * Also based on: * Centered Header BHL by Woedenaz **/ /* ---- VARS ---- */ :root{ --titleColor: hsl(0, 0%, 95%); --subtitleColor: hsl(60, 62%, 85%); --lgurl: url(https://scp-wiki.wdfiles.com/local--files/component:pride-highlighter/lgbtqp_logo.svg); } /* ---- SITE BANNER ---- */ #header, div#header{ background-image: none; } #header::before{ position: absolute; width: 100%; height: 100%; content: ""; background-image: var(--lgurl); background-position: center top; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-size: auto 9em; opacity: .33; } #header h1, #header h2{ float: none; margin-left: 0; text-align: center; } #header h1 span, #header h2 span{ /* Hide the Existing Text */ display: none; } #header h1 a::before, #header h2::before{ /* Style the New Text */ font-family: "Montserrat", "Arial", sans-serif; text-shadow: none; } #header h1 a::before{ position: relative; bottom: .15em; color: var(--titleColor); font-size: 115%; font-weight: 700; } #header h2::before{ position: relative; top: .1em; color: var(--subtitleColor); font-size: 130%; font-weight: 600; } #header h1 a::before{ /* Set the New Text's Content From Variable */ content: var(--header-title, "SCP FOUNDATION"); } #header h2::before{ content: var(--header-subtitle, "SECURE - CONTAIN - PROTECT"); } /* ---- SEARCH ---- */ #search-top-box{ top: 1em; right: 0; } #search-top-box-form input.button{ margin-right: 0; } #search-top-box-input, #search-top-box-input:hover, #search-top-box-input:focus, #search-top-box-form input[type=submit], #search-top-box-form input[type=submit]:hover, #search-top-box-form input[type=submit]:focus{ border-radius: 0; box-shadow: none; font-size: 100%; } /* ---- TOP BAR ---- */ #top-bar{ right: 0; display: flex; justify-content: center; } #top-bar ul li ul{ border-bottom: 1px solid hsl(0, 0%, 40%); box-shadow: none; } /* ---- LOGIN ---- */ #login-status{ top: 1.1em; right: initial; color: hsl(0, 0%, 87%); } #account-topbutton{ border-color: hsl(0, 0%, 87%); font-size: 100%; } /* ---- PAGE TITLE ---- */ .meta-title, #page-title{ text-align: center; } /* ---- BREADCRUMBS ---- */ .pseudocrumbs, #breadcrumbs{ text-align: center; } /* ---- MOBILE DISPLAY ---- */ @media (max-width: 767px){ #search-top-box{ top: 1.85em; width: unset; } .mobile-top-bar{ position: relative; left: 0; display: flex; justify-content: center; } #login-status{ top: 0; right: 0; } #header .printuser{ font-size: 0; } #header .printuser img.small{ margin: 0; transform: translate(6px, 4px); } #my-account{ display: none; } #account-topbutton{ margin-left: 2px; } } SCP-7009 - All Roads Lead To Rome ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} SCP-7009 Canon Hub » Ad Astra Per Aspera Hub » SCP-7009 SCP-7009-018 as discovered by the Curiosity Mars rover Item №: SCP-7009 Special Containment Procedures: I/O MINERVA is to monitor internet and news media for keywords relating to newly discovered SCP-7009 instances, which are to be concealed or discredited as necessary. UPDATE: Following the dissolution of the Veil, containment of SCP-7009 has ceased. Research will continue in collaboration with the Beijing Institute of Anomalous Science. Description: SCP-7009 is a universal probabilistic phenomenon associated with Ancient Rome. SCP-7009 Instance Description SCP-7009-004 The collective designation for 31 individual incidents wherein a random text generator fully produced The Aeneid..An epic by the Roman poet Publius Vergilius Maro. Scans indicate that no thaumaturgic or ontokinetic activity was involved. SCP-7009-018 A 3:2 replica of the Roman theatre of Dougga.An ancient theatre in what was the Béja Governorate of Tunisia. It was the location of the annual Dougga International Festival until 2025, when local Lethe Events made event organization impossible. that was discovered on Mars. It appears to have naturally formed from the surrounding rock through erosion. No thaumaturgic or ontokinetic activity was detected. SCP-7009-095 A meteorite in the shape of the Velletri Sarcophagus.An ornately sculpted Roman sarcophagus from 140–150 CE. that was discovered on the surface of Pluto. Analysis suggests that its collision with the surface of the dwarf planet damaged it in such a way as to result in its current shape. No thaumaturgic or ontokinetic activity was detected. SCP-7009-146 The Lingua Phehma..The primary language of the Phehmat, an alien species that communicates by expelling gas from the joints of its exoskeleton. Despite the Phehmat's vastly different mode of communication, the Lingua Phehma's written form is functionally indistinguishable from Classical Latin. SCP-7009-264 A 4.3 km by 0.9 km Roman victory column on the planet TRAPPIST-1e. It appears to have previously been a mountain that underwent extreme seismic activity. SCP-7009-338 Omicron Ceti..A red-giant pulsating variable star that is approximately 200–400 light-years from the Sun. It is part of the Earth constellation Cetus. Its irregular shifts in brightness are, when viewed across multiple centuries, able to be read as Morse code, translating to "VENI VIDI VICI". SCP-7009-509 The alien civilization that formerly existed on the planet Kepler-753b, which was founded by a species of animate coral. Its culture and much of its known history is nearly identical to that of Ancient Rome. Kepler-753b underwent an XK-Class End-of-the-World Scenario approximately 1.2 billion years ago when its largest supervolcano erupted. Evidence of life on Kepler-753b only exists due to the thick layer of volcanic ash that has since coated 83.1% of the planet's surface. SCP-7009 appears to be a form of "convergent probability." In the way that convergent evolution is the developmental phenomenon of unrelated species reaching analogous results, convergent probability is the causal phenomenon of unlike causes having the same effects. Ever since I was a child, I've been obsessed with trying to make sense of the universe. Having entered my adolescence shortly after the Veil was dropped, I grew up entrenched in the ensuing cultural craze over anomalies. It was inevitable, in hindsight— to be an eleven-year-old girl and learn that magic was real? It captured my every waking moment. How could it not? To my young mind, it was at once captivating and terrifying to peer behind the Foundation's shroud, to discover that the world was so full of things that couldn't be explained or even described. It was a waking dream and an inescapable nightmare. I couldn't tear myself away. The more I learned, the more I understood how little I would ever know. When I started my tenure at the Beijing Institute of Anomalous Science, I began to find some relief from this existential horror in chaos theory. The world is unpredictable and unfathomably strange, yes, but it all still operates on a complex system of fundamental laws. Consider the second law of thermodynamics; despite everything, one can at least trust that the universe will always progress towards a state of lower energy. Entropy provides a sort of bleak comfort in its absolute certainty. These philosophical concerns weren't far from my mind when I began studying SCP-7009. Once again, I faced a universe that made no sense. SCP-7009 shouldn't be possible without some degree of reality alteration— but wherever we found it, Hume levels remained stable. No trace of thaumaturgic or ontokinetic activity was ever found. SCP-7009 is merely the child of random chance— but "random" doesn't really exist. Chaos is the result of immeasurably complex laws. And so, as I stare into this abyss of utter improbability, I find myself revising my old mantra: The universe will always progress towards a state of lower energy. 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Assigned Site Site-03 Site Director Dr. Kennedy Collins Research Head Dr. Kennedy Collins Assigned MTF None Assigned Site Site-03 Site Director Dr. Kennedy Collins Research Head Dr. Kennedy Collins Assigned MTF None Special Containment Procedures [OUTDATED]: Containment and maintenance of SCP-7010 is in the control of the Hy-Brasil government, per operation treaties that allow for the existence of Site-03. Although Site-03 benefits from SCP-7010 as a risk-aversion measure, it is not directly or immediately responsible for the continued supervision of the system. Description: SCP-7010 was a system of thaumaturgical wards on Nx-03 that anomalously altered probability on the island. Generally favorable outcomes were of increased likelihood, whereas unfavorable outcomes were significantly reduced in chance. These protections served to both increase quality of life on the island, and function as a means of protection against extreme adverse events, such as natural disasters or mass fatality incidents. Nexus №: Nx-03 Civilian Designation: Hy-Brasil Overview: An island nation-state to the west of Ireland, populated by an anomalous human subspecies known as the Tuatha Dé Danann (Homo sapiens tumuli). Nx-03 is only in baseline reality for one day out of every seven years, and during the intervening time, only anomalous organisms can reach it. The Foundation has established Site-03 on the island to help regulate dangerous anomalies therein. The Foundation — during the period in which SCP-7010 was active — benefited from these protections because of the location of Site-03. The Site was generally viewed as one of the most secure facilities, where the risk of a severe containment breach was effectively zero. There were seven wards total, designated SCP-7010-α, β, γ, δ, ε, ζ, and η. SCP-7010 catastrophically failed on June 13th, 1988, following a brief period of instability. Immediately after the collapse, an entity known to the Global Occult Coalition as LTE-0851-Cetus attacked the island. This entity was a mostly aquatic organism measuring 100 meters tall, possessing five arms and five rear tentacles. The attack, and the damage caused by the GOC during their defense of Nx-03, led to massive architectural and infrastructural damage alongside major civilian casualties. During the attack, both High King Nuada Airgetlám VII and Crown Princess Mór-Ríoghain were killed. Prince Delbáeth — the son of Nuada's younger brother — ascended to the throne and became High King. Having been a part of the investigation into the failing wards, he outlawed their future usage, seeing them as responsible for the downfall of his nation and the deaths of his close family members. Investigations From the Personal Log of Dr. Kennedy Collins FEBRUARY 11TH, 1988 My Foundation dual assignment with the fair folk led me onboard an elegant schooner of traditional Tuatha Dé construction. There, I spent my trip listening to the deckhands, who were taking turns wooing me with traditional tales and passing jokes. I found the latter shockingly vulgar. No matter: It was a delight hearing what they had to say. The former truly fascinated me: I had done my first BA in Folkloristics, though this was at a mundane college. The lore of Hy-Brasil, on the other hand, is credibly out of this world. Only aboard a Tuatha-crewed ship could I reach the island in the first place. I'd have to wait another 5 years otherwise..As anticipated, Hy-Brasil would again become visible and fully accessible on 7 July 1993 at precisely 00:00 (GMT+1). In no time, my attachés helped me from their ship to dry land, then from there to the Site-03 security cordon. Here, a limestone motte residence is my home for the next six months. Tomorrow is Friday, but I won't be joining the rest of the city for their nighttime revelry. There's paperwork to do. FEBRUARY 15TH, 1988 I was invited today to meet with the new Court Wizard of the Hy-Brasil Royal Court, a young man by the name of Midhir mac Lug. Young is relative, here: These are a people that routinely live for upwards of two hundred years, and being forty years old is to them but a child. (Only a little older than I am, as it happens.) However, it is old enough to receive a prestigious appointment, it appears. I have never met a court wizard before, never mind a Court Wizard. Considering I am a newcomer visiting nobility, I was to be accompanied with servants. However, when the young royal subjects heard I was in town, and with such an important mission, they chose to accompany me directly. My superiors told me that this was entirely out of procedure, but no one would dare say no to the first and second in line for the throne. The information I received on them was brief. Between Midhir and I in age. By chance, the two had been born one day apart — the Princess, by the name of Mór-Ríoghain, was the elder — and tended to act more as twin siblings. Both had attended ICSUT.The International Center for the Study of Unified Thaumatology (ICSUT): The world's foremost magickal college. Mór-Ríoghain and Delbáeth both went to the Hy-Brasil campus of the school, although they completed study abroad programs at other campuses. in their youth and were accomplished wizards, although not nearly as powerful as Midhir. The pair were waiting outside Site-03 when I left for the first time since my arrival. VIDEO LOG ◆ VIEW ATTENDEES ◆ ◇ HIDE ATTENDEES ◇ Dr. Kennedy Collins Crown Princess Mór-Ríoghain Prince Delbáeth [BEGIN LOG] Princess Mór-Ríoghain: Ah-ha! There she is. The lovely human diplomat. Prince Delbáeth: Salutations, good lady. Dr. Collins: [Stuttering.] Oh, uh, hello. [She bows before the two.] Your majesty-sies. I wasn't expecting you; I didn't think our meeting with Midhir was until tomorrow. Prince Delbáeth: It isn't. Princess Mór-Ríoghain: We wanted to introduce ourselves. And take you out for a meal. There's an excellent location down the street. Owned by the Deathless Merchant of London, though the food is good. Prince Delbáeth: We should note it has been under his ownership for over a hundred years. Before he became the Deathless Merchant of London. Princess Mór-Ríoghain: After. But before the current occasion, to be fair. Dr. Collins: Ah, then. I'd be delighted. The trio walks down from Site-03 to the aforementioned restaurant, enters, and is escorted to a private rooftop table. Food is brought out without being ordered. Prince Delbáeth: We called ahead, of course. Nothing but the finest for the pair of us. Princess Mór-Ríoghain: So! We hear you are to meet with our dear little Midhir. We went to school with him, you know. Let's hear about you first. Dr. Collins: Is this a test? Am I at risk of losing my appointment with him? Prince Delbáeth: Not too likely, unless you offend us deeply. Dr. Collins: Ah. To start with, I'm an agent of the SCP Foundation, assigned to the Diplomacy Division. I was sent to the island to speak with the Court Wizard out of growing Foundation interest in your thaumaturgical workings. Princess Mór-Ríoghain: That word always amuses me. Call it what it is. Magic. Mór-Ríoghain waves her hand in an arc, leaving a trail of sparks in the shape and colors of a rainbow suspended in the air. Dr. Collins: They'd fire me for that, I think. Maybe just a reprimand. I'd agree with you, but I've had the right terminology beaten into my head over the years. I've been with the Foundation for well over a decade; they sponsored my graduate degrees, after all. Princess Mór-Ríoghain: And did they make you into their loyal lackey, then? Pressed into shape. Dr. Collins: I, well. I wouldn't go so far as to say that. I agree with them on a great many of things, but can see the problems. Regardless, there are few who do what they do. I don't think I'll ever leave the Foundation, just for that simple fact. Prince Delbáeth: We've encountered all sorts of types over the years. All sorts of agents of all the various groups who come to this island. Your Foundation. The Coalition, the Hand, all those churches, all the rest. If not us, our grandfathers. So we need to speak to you first. See what makes you tick. Princess Mór-Ríoghain: So, why did you come here? Dr. Collins: I was ordered here. Princess Mór-Ríoghain: How'd you feel about it, then? Dr. Collins: Excitement. Unbelievable. An island straight out of legend, filled with magic and the fair folk… I would have never imagined anything like it. Like I said — there is no job like this in the world. Princess Mór-Ríoghain: No job like this in your world. Not ours. Let's see how this little meeting with Midhir goes. Perhaps there is permanent potential for you. [END LOG] FEBRUARY 16TH, 1988 The following was part of a series of royal appointments I had with Court Wizard Midhir, in which he personally provided me with a first-hand look at one of the SCP-7010 instances. Because of the events that transpire in this log, however, only this sole appointment could be completed. As with many of our forthcoming encounters, today's was recorded by an audio-visual device planted on my person (Dr. Collins) and some Royal Court-sanctioned equipment planted in the vicinity. VIDEO LOG ◆ VIEW ATTENDEES ◆ ◇ HIDE ATTENDEES ◇ Dr. Kennedy Collins Crown Princess Mór-Ríoghain Prince Delbáeth Sir Midhir mac Lug (Court Wizard) [BEGIN LOG] The Prince and Crown Princess flank Doctor Collins on each side. The three stand before the Court Wizard, who levitates. Behind him, the ground is demarcated. A narrow strip of flat, loamy soil partitions a field from the rest of the area. Within the soil, sets of low, regal hedgerows have been planted, creating navigable gaps between them. Dr. Collins: I hope you will forgive me for breaching the silence. [She clears her throat.] Today, I am here with… Ah. Dr. Collins: Pardon, your honour, I wouldn't have wanted to mispronounce your name. Sir Midhir: I'll allow the indiscretion. Though, next time? [He swipes his thumb across his Adam's apple.] All laugh. Dr. Collins: Oh, they told me about your japery. I'm ready for it. Believe me, I am. Sir Midhir: Promise to keep me on my best behaviour, will you? I've yet to have my smoke today. Which I should be having very, very soon. Dr. Collins: I'm all business today, your honour. Sir Midhir: Very well. The ward is just over this hill. I wish to show it to you. They cross the soil and enter the untrammelled field beyond. Dr. Collins: If I may ask, your honour: Who is the owner of this land? Sir Midhir: You insult without knowing, doctor. Dr. Collins: Oh, I— What I suppose I mean, is, who looks after it when nobody else is around? Sir Midhir: Well, at times there are interlopers with the Serpent's Hand who pretend they are the wardens. But really, the ancestors are the true overseers of this land. They watch over it. They are the ones who tend to it. Dr. Collins: Then, what prevents someone from coming in and meddling? You know — with the ward. Sir Midhir: The ward is impervious to all manner of meddlers. My, there is so much you have still yet to learn, doctor. The four ascend a gradual slope. Three climb, whereas Midhir floats. Dr. Collins: How many wards are present across the island? Sir Midhir: On the island? Seven. Dr. Collins: And are all of them, you know… Can you find them in such conspicuous locations as this? You have the wards, but you also have the things they're bound to. Even if the wards are protected — Sir Midhir: I'm afraid you have the framing all off, doctor. I suppose I cannot blame you. You and your organization are too beholden to your dogmas of containment. But know this: The material forces at play are inconsequential. The majesty of our magickal anchors, you see? They dominate over our city, the verdancy that surrounds it, the earth at our feet, the sea at our shores, and even the heavens above. They are a triumph of Tuatha Dé wonderworking. Dr. Collins: Right. You do seem to hold an extremely great degree of confidence in these wards. I wonder if we could explore that. Sir Midhir: This is no mere aggrandizement befitting of a guided tour. I am confident. Completely and utterly. Dr. Collins: In my readings, what shocked me most was the age of these wards. Many of the thaumaturgical bindings on the island were cast well before most residents were born. And these wards in particular — they've been at work for more than half a millennium. It's hard to fathom! Princess Mór-Ríoghain: [She cuts in.] With respect, doctor, what's the implication? Dr. Collins: Well, let's consider this by analogy. The buildings on this island are gorgeous. Works of art, we might all agree. With respect to your people, they've also been here an exceptionally long time. Yet even the greatest architects have trouble imagining passages of time on the scale of centuries. Every wonder of the world needs to be maintained, nonetheless. Sir Midhir: But even as an academic — especially as one — you would recognize the majesty of these workings. Would you not? Dr. Collins: I would, and I do. But you sidestep the point: How do you maintain them? And how will you know when to repair them? Sir Midhir: This is where the analogy crumbles. Great sacrifices were made to complete these workings! They have stood resolute since the founding of Hy-Brasil. Mortal words such as "maintain" do not even begin to comport with protective magicks. Dr. Collins: Oh, it's semantics, your honour, is it not? Sir Midhir: Well, what can I say? This is just what it is. For all the books you have read, you clearly have a fundamental misunderstanding. Dr. Collins: Let me try a different tack. As the city grows, will the efficacy of these wards scale with it? Your population has already grown tenfold since the last Occult War. This is the most important anomalous city on the planet, with a diverse populace, and a history and culture worth preserving. I'm a pragmatist. How will the wards continue to ensure their protection? The four reach a lightly foliaged grove at the hill's crest, overlooking the ocean. At the centre sits a monumental burial stone, which binds SCP-7010-δ. Suddenly, the ground gives way beneath Mór-Ríoghain and collapses into the earth. Mór-Ríoghain screams, then falls out of sight. Prince Delbáeth turns, shouts, and then becomes a living shadow, blitzing across the hill. Once he reaches the cliff, he transforms back into a man, face precarious over the edge. Midhir and Doctor Collins make chase to the cliffside. The ground Mór-Ríoghain was standing on exhibits a deformation of five meters. It appears to have finally settled. Mór-Ríoghain remains standing, but is pressed against the wall. Sir Midhir: Princess, quick, are you — Ah, there you are. Princess Mór-Ríoghain: [She is out of breath, palm resting on chest.] Nothing I can't handle. Mór-Ríoghain attempts to climb the side of the cliff. Delbáeth waits to pull her to the top. Sir Midhir: Great. Unscathed, then. Wonderful. I may need to revise my earlier position. Dr. Collins: Oh? Sir Midhir: This section of the cliff — it is just outside of the areas protected by the wards. And as I go beyond it, I can feel a terrible sensation growing around me, a scratching and crushing feeling. Is it just me, or does the world seem a little darker to you? A little colder? Dr. Collins: I'm… unsure what you mean, Midhir. The Court Wizard shuffles towards Doctor Collins and speaks in a lower register. Sir Midhir: Misfortune has accumulated around the outside of the city, clawing at the wards. Here, on the border, we are almost cursed. And if that unluck is potent enough that a cliff collapses as soon as a woman steps on it… It may very well be that the unluck is eating at the wards. Poor omens, all around. I will approach the rest of the Court as expediently as they can be assembled, but I want you to promise that you steel yourself before the proceedings we undertake. I imagine you will play a key role in them. Dr. Collins: Your honour, believe me. I'm more than aware of my— Sir Midhir: Can you do this for me? Dr. Collins: To the best of my abilities, yes. I will. Sir Midhir: Very well. Let us check on the others. Doctor Collins teeters on her feet, turns, and — succumbing to the shift in chance — vomits. Sir Midhir: Our work is cut out for us. [END LOG] FEBRUARY 24TH, 1988 The Prince and Crown Princess very quickly declared they would lay hold of the reins for this momentous investigation. To their surprise, Midhir overruled. It seemed he would take matters into his own hands. He would return with a solution once the requisite deliberations had been through with and preparations made — or so he'd said. The resulting longest week of my life was held in the balance by half-measure reassurances about an esoteric magickal system I struggled to keep pace with. What punctuated my precarious new reality was the sudden dawning that the island lacked cable TV. “The thaumaturgy underlying Hy-Brasil,” I was told, “complicates matters in this regard.” Fortunately, a treasure trove of film did exist; I tuned into the back catalogue of Chevy Chase comedies in-between my readings. When Midhir returned early one morning, he took us to the Royal Wizard. The Tuath was named Dagda mac Aengus, a portly subordinate to Midhir. His lair was on one of the cliffs overlooking the city, the host of one of the wards. If I had to describe him, a self-serious Clark Griswold seems most fitting. He even chewed the scenery like him..[RAISA NOTICE — EDIT] Passage has been stricken from the record. VIDEO LOG ◆ VIEW ATTENDEES ◆ ◇ HIDE ATTENDEES ◇ Dr. Kennedy Collins Crown Princess Mór-Ríoghain Prince Delbáeth Sir Midhir mac Lug (Court Wizard) Sir Dagda mac Aengus (Royal Wizard) [BEGIN LOG] Sir Dagda: A visitor? Oh, yes, please, do come in. I wouldn't be up to anything important — like quelling magic-resistant plantar warts. Sir Midhir: Maidin mhaith to you too. And I would certainly hope not; we have guests. Dr. Collins: Hello, I'm Dr. Kennedy Collins. I'm the newest researcher assigned to Foundation Site-03. It's a pleasure to — Sir Dagda: A fresh face! And just in time; I've whipped up a batch of my grandmother's toffee just this morning. Sir Midhir: Dagda, are you scuttered? You have gotten my communiqué, haven't you? Sir Dagda: I have. Sir Midhir: And what have you to say about it? This is urgent. Sir Dagda: I'm not feeling particularly serendipitous this morning, so I've decided. This means the wards are working fine. Just as they have been for the past one hundred and eighty-nine thousand some-odd days. Sir Midhir: Do not be such a fool. You would never enter a barracks and consult the soldiers in there for news on the front. Nobody in the city would feel a thing until it was too late. Sir Dagda: And you? How would you know better? Sir Midhir: Because, I have gone to the outskirts of the island and visited the Tomb of Nuada Airgetlám the First. As I peered into the golden waters from over the cliff edge, I felt some wrongness. A wrongness I have never felt in my life. Our ancestors, the ones who erected the very wards that have aided us for all these generations, said there were certain omens that come with fortune of the wrong sorts. I've always believed those to be superstitions, never letting myself become blinded by them. But on that afternoon, I felt it so vividly. Like a stone in my gut, pulling the rest of me down. Sir Dagda: You stared into the sea and your tummy felt off? Well, I've never met a landlubber more utterly parched. Sir Midhir: Pray tell: When did you last step out of this ruin? Dr. Collins: [Aside.] Uh, is this how they deal with matters? Prince Delbáeth: [Aside.] This is how they puff their egos. Princess Mór-Ríoghain: [Aside.] It's how they show their affection. Sir Dagda: I am perfectly safe here in my demesne. If you have come to persuade me, you've done a piss-poor job, your honour. Sir Midhir: The three who stand before you were present on that day. Though their senses may not be as acute or as trained as ours, they can certainly attest. But it matters not. What I seek is your confidence. If we have that, we can begin our inquiry in earnest. We can inform the High King, and spur the full might of the Royal Court into action. Sir Dagda: Did you expect me to flinch? When you come in and say these things, I flinch, all right. What next: Shall we sack the King? Conspire against the moon? Sir Midhir: I expect you to think about a possible contingency plan. This is all I'm asking for. Sir Dagda: The wards are fine, Midhir. I am embarrassed you would suggest otherwise. Now, either stay for brunch, or go away and return again with your senses. Sir Midhir: Goodbye, Dagda. [END LOG] MARCH 16TH, 1988 Getting audience with High King Nuada was easy. As was scheduling an appointment to hold a meeting and speak with him. Mór-Ríoghain was, after all, the Crown Princess and saw him every day. With Midhir — a member of the Court — backing her, the meeting was easily arranged. It was my job to get Site Director Walsh to attend the meeting we had arranged. Fortunately for my own part, Mór had prepared a letter of invite with the royal seal. I don't know if I would have had the sway to get his ear otherwise, but with the backing of the Princess I could get his attention. We met with the King and Walsh three weeks after our meeting with Dagda. We didn't want a repeat of the last incident — this was going to be our only chance to see real change. If we couldn't convince Dagda, this was our last chance. Three weeks of assessing the wards, gathering evidence, conducting experiments. VIDEO LOG ◆ VIEW ATTENDEES ◆ ◇ HIDE ATTENDEES ◇ Dr. Kennedy Collins Crown Princess Mór-Ríoghain Prince Delbáeth Sir Midhir mac Lug (Court Wizard) High King Nuada Airgetlám VII Site Director Brenton Walsh [BEGIN LOG] King Nuada is the last of the six in the meeting to arrive. He enters the council chamber and strides to his chair at the head of the table. Mór-Ríoghain is seated to his right, with Delbáeth beside her, and Midhir to his left. Site Director Walsh and Doctor Collins are at the other end of the table, flanking the foot. King Nuada: I see I'm the last to arrive. I can tell this is a serious endeavor. Even called up the Foundation for it, although from the sound of it, this is an affair of the state, daughter. Princess Mór-Ríoghain: Well, sire, it is our ultimate decision to make — but it is with the assistance of Doctor Collins that we came to our conclusions. And it is with the assistance of Director Walsh that we seek to move forward. King Nuada: I see. Well, I am not your grandfather. I am no stranger to the counsel of the outside world. If I had not valued the Foundation, I would not have let them build their Site, that marvellous fortress. Director Walsh: And for that we remain eternally in your debt, your majesty. Sir Midhir: The matter we bring to you is dire, m'lord. It concerns the luck wards we've used to protect Hy-Brasil for centuries, ever since we retreated here hundreds of years ago. King Nuada: The luck wards. It is hard to imagine life without them. I can barely even think of it. Prince Delbáeth: You might have to. Sir Midhir: The wards are failing. We've spent the past month doing rounds of investigation, testing, everything. We went to Dagda mac Aengus with our findings, but he didn't believe us. Doctor Collins places three large black binders onto the table. She hands one to Director Walsh, and passes the other to King Nuada. The last she gives to Midhir. Sir Midhir: These binders are filled with the last three weeks of us performing every test we could think of to evaluate the strength of the wards. The results are undeniable — misfortune has accumulated around the outside of Hy-Brasil, and it is chipping and scraping at the wards. They haven't fallen yet, but they could. King Nuada: Hmm. That bodes poorly, I'd admit. King Nuada begins to flip through the binder in front of him, as does Director Walsh. King Nuada: Why do you think this is happening? Some flaw in the wards? A construction imperfection? Improper refreshing over the years? Sir Midhir: I believe that the wards are fundamentally flawed. They seek to assert control over luck, but luck is that which cannot fundamentally be controlled. Their purpose is an exercise in futility. King Nuada: So you don't believe there is any way to fix them, do you? Sir Midhir: No. I do not. King Nuada: And how long do you think the wards have before they will fail altogether? Sir Midhir: No more than two years, perhaps. But they will fail at the worst moment possible, no matter the circumstances. Perhaps it will cause a plague. Perhaps, a terrible storm. Weather is notoriously boorish when it comes to probabilistic control, what with all the variables. Perhaps it will simply be a nasty succession crisis in the Court — the three of you indisposed for whatever reason. There is no way to tell. King Nuada continues to look through the binders. He does not speak for several minutes. The assembled group waits in the chambers for him to respond. King Nuada: I must thank you for your advice, Midhir. But I can't find the evidence that supports these conclusions. If the wards were as bad of an idea as you say, why have they not failed sooner? Sir Midhir: By all rights, they should have failed a long time ago. I can't speak to why they haven't already, but they are on the verge of collapse. There is only one idea I have that makes any sense, and… I fear to speak it aloud. Princess Mór-Ríoghain: They've been waiting for a tragedy. A true disaster. Why collapse twenty years prior when we live as long as we do, and tremendous disaster awaits us? King Nuada: A plausible theory. But the operation of the wards, for as long as they have, works against it. There have been many times in my reign when disaster could have come to these lands. The Seventh Occult War alone brought no end to the challenges here. And I should note that none of you remember that war. All of you were born after. Sir Midhir: That the wards have stood in the past is no reason to believe they will continue to work. I am telling you, as your chief advisor on these matters, that we are in mortal peril. King Nuada: I will commune with the ancestral spirits of those who have held your position. That will be the final decision. Princess Mór-Ríoghain: Father! You are putting the lives of the entire island, our people in danger! We'll never survive a collapse! King Nuada: Oh, sweet Morrigan. You should by now know how mighty our race is. There is no challenge we cannot pass, no battle we will not best. If doom comes to Hy-Brasil, we will meet it with force and conquer it. There is nothing to be scared of. You are all dismissed. That is all. [END LOG] The King did as he said and spoke to the ghosts of the former Court Wizards. They all disagreed with Midhir's analysis — but of course they would. Locked away in mausoleums of the palace, they could have never known what condition the wards were in. We need to find another way to save this island. APRIL 1ST, 1988 At 0900 on the 1st, we made for the ICSUT campus in the city centre. It was Midhir's ICSUT professors — a pair of brilliant thaumatologists by the names Ketterley and Belacqua — whose papers I had vaguely consulted in anticipation of our first meeting on the island. I figured light reading on scientific magicks wouldn't hurt (I was making audience with elves). And now we were consulting those very same people. Mayhaps, just as we are now mired in stifling skepticism, our paths were destined in those early moments. By this point, the binders have grown from three to seven — one for each ward. VIDEO LOG ◆ VIEW ATTENDEES ◆ ◇ HIDE ATTENDEES ◇ Dr. Kennedy Collins Crown Princess Mór-Ríoghain Prince Delbáeth Sir Midhir mac Lug (Court Wizard) Professor Dr. Andrea Ketterley Professor Emeritus Dr. Lyle Belacqua [BEGIN LOG] [1 HR 33 MIN OF DIALOGUE OMITTED FOR BREVITY] Four of the six attendees sit around a vast ashwood conference table. Doctor Collins stands to the right of the professors, across from the Prince and Crown Princess, peering over the work. At the leftmost end, Sir Midhir hovers in cross-legged position. Contents of the now-seven binders are strewn across every square centimetre of the table. Prof. Ketterley: [She scans a binder's contents closely.] Fortune manipulation of fae provenance is unique in this regard. I'd have to see a ward in person to truly grok the intricacies of their workings. Though, looking at the timeline of predicted failure? That's seeming unlikely… Professor Ketterley looks up for the first time in a while. Prof. Ketterley: Y'know, it's funny. Like, just as I'm flipping through these thaumic design specs, it's jogging my memory. Back in the '50s, a handful of us graduate thaumatologists did contract work for PHYSICS..PHYSICS Division: The action arm of the Global Occult Coalition. They had us troubleshooting the massive technical overhead on a set of thaumatic probability workings. It took years to sort out. I didn't think our work was ever put to use. They'd eventually been acquired wholesale by some highest bidder or other. Some occult branch of the American government, I presume? Anyway, those were state-of-the-art magitechnology. The same ones deployed against the Eastern Bloc as part of the anti-Soviet containment policy. But the funny part is. [She gestures to the cluttered table.] Weighing them against these centuries-old wards? Seven, protecting an entire island? There is no earthly comparison. Sir Midhir: Naturally, were we to conceive some means of replacing the Tuathan wards, Bookburner wonderworking would never muster a hundredth of their output. [He winks at Doctor Collins.] Dr. Belacqua: Although, it would be a show of spectacular hubris. Prof. Ketterley: Honestly? I'm feeling rewarded to have been able to grasp the fruits of your research, Mr. Midhir. Sharp as ever. Prince Delbáeth: Pardon. Do you see why it's so important that you publish? Prof. Ketterley: [She continues idly scanning the binder's contents.] Well, the thaumatology is unequivocal. The wards will fail — a matter of when, not if — and when they do, the probabilistic backlash will create the unprecedented. There will be inclement weather on Hy-Brasil. Prince Delbáeth: …But? Prof. Ketterley: Your findings certainly seem — Dr. Belacqua: [He cuts in.] There are other conclusions which bear out from the data. Prof. Ketterley: [She casts a narrow but pensive gaze at Doctor Belacqua.] I thought something was peculiar myself. Do elaborate. It was about here that I had that gut feeling we weren't out of the woods just yet. We knew the wards would fail. The thaumatologist was correct — it wasn't something we could just rely on a contingency for, as Midhir had first expected, as he had been wanting the Court's authorization to create. This was a matter of exigency. But could there have been something else? Something that would skew the situation's already dour trajectory? I mean, hell, how weird could it get? Dr. Belacqua: There is not merely the presence of bad fortunes from without. You have all made painstaking effort illustrating that. No; there is most certainly a build-up of another force. From within. Dr. Collins: Is this a particular threat to our safety? Should I inform my supervisors? Dr. Belacqua: [He shakes his head with vigour.] There is no threat per se. It's not a reciprocal function of the growing misfortune. But there are certain interactions that can create a cause for concern. Are you acquainted with the vital-force? Dr. Collins: Not personally. I'm sure it wouldn't take much to scrounge up the pertinent documentation. Dr. Belacqua: The vital-force is the building block of Unified Thaumatology. It is the impetus by which any learned thaumatologist can plumb the theory of magic for its practical applications. But there are other ways it can manifest. For instance, all living beings have some degree of vitality — the somatic impetus, or human desire — that ensures the continuity of life. And all living beings give off that vitality in a particulate termed “Élan-Vital”. Professor Ketterley pulls her glasses down, letting them dangle from their retainers. She then rubs her eyes. Prof. Ketterley: His point is, we can measure it. Dr. Collins: Right. Electro-photonic imaging. The entire island would shine like Yuletide in July. Every single citizen. Princess Mór-Ríoghain: Very keen, doctor. Doctor Collins does a faux curtsy. They both laugh. Dr. Belacqua: This is a correct, albeit vulgar understanding. The vital-force is value-neutral, but there are sources that give off Élan-Vital particles at greater quantities. Thaumatological entities, indeed, are higher on the spectrum. Sir Midhir: [He smiles.] That's us. Dr. Belacqua: But there are other sources still. It has long been theorized that certain forms of belief are contributors of their own thaumatologically significant particles. Prof. Ketterley: Allow me to hazard a hypothesis. Ever consider the High King's dominion? His lineage has held the throne uncontested for the past 520 years. The Tuatha Dé have enjoyed legitimate governance under their monarchy for that entire time. And they've not just sworn fealty; they exhibit an almost born allegiance to what it stands for. For a people of this stature? You're looking at something pretty significant. Sir Midhir: I had figured we were missing some pertinent detail. A pregnant pause seizes the room. Doctor Collins breaks the silence. Dr. Collins: You're saying the palace has accrued its own vital-force. Another pause. Doctor Belacqua suddenly leaves for his office, marking the end of the meeting. Prof. Ketterley: Since we've all whetted our appetites for conjecture. I think we've got everything we need. I'm confident in your findings, Mr. Midhir, and the Prince and Princess. The good doctor and I shall work to get your analyses condensed, then published in the quarterly. Good chat! Prince Delbáeth: So, that's that. Thank you — Sir Midhir: Er, not so quick. Belacqua's elucidation has opened a new avenue for exploration. Princess Mór-Ríoghain: So…? Sir Midhir: We shall await the publication, of course. Princess Mór-Ríoghain: …And then? Sir Midhir: One foot in front of the other. [END LOG] That, in hindsight, was a heavily ironic statement coming from someone who floats half of the time. APRIL 29TH, 1988 Mere hours after the publication made its début in Unified Thaumatology Quarterly, we already felt the reverberations of our findings. But it wasn't the wards. Rather, the High King had summoned us to the Royal Palace. A phalanx of servants appeared at the Site, ready to usher me towards an impromptu gathering with the rest of the royal party. I figured it was a routine follow-up to our last meeting. But when I caught up with Midhir, he looked painfully stoic. He informed me, in sober terms, that the King had learned of the publication and, lacking the capability to pull it from the university, declared that he would see us forthwith. It wasn't a meeting; it was a formal rebuke. The royal party were handed punishments for their actions. Delbáeth, seen only as mere accessory, held the lightest sentence of the three. He was simply sent away from the Court — an effective exile for the next few years, but not official. The Royal Family would not stomach such a disgrace to their own, but he would not be welcome on the island for some time. Midhir, on the other hand, was to accept that he would step down. He would no longer preside over the Royal Court. In the wake of this decision, Dagda, at once his second-in-command, would now take his place. Dagda hung around in the back of the room during that entire admonition session. His face was deeply etched in an expression of self-satisfaction; a smug effigy of himself. Mór-Ríoghain had been stripped of her palatial duties. I saw her face when the judgment came down. I couldn't make out which emotions she masked — was she distraught, or relieved? Whichever it was, the Crown Princess took no stand to the contrary, and she swiftly complied. Not that there was a choice in the matter. “Your behaviour,” the High King told them, “borders on insolence. You have laid bare the centuries of arcana our ancestors toiled to keep a secret. You did so to justify rampant speculation. In the process, you have put our entire city in jeopardy.” Director Walsh was also there. He and I stood shoulder-to-shoulder. We didn't speak a word to each other. When the King had finished with his reprimands, Walsh whisked me into a private antechamber. He informed me that, effective immediately, my assignment was officially on hold. Instead, I would be placed under a 3-month administrative leave. During that time, I could go home. Or I could remain on the island. I've made up my mind. I choose to stay. Right now, it's my calling. MAY 2ND, 1988 High King Nuada revealed everything to the public this morning. Here's what he released. FÓGRA / NOTICE TO THE FAIR FOLK OF HY-BRASIL STATEMENT ON THE UNLAWFUL DISCLOSURE OF FORBIDDEN MATERIALS Lá maith. Midday Friday, the Royal Court learned that a quarry of forbidden materials had been leaked at the Hy-Brasil Campus of the International Center for the Study of Unified Thaumatology. These materials concern the Great Wards that regulate Luck and Unluck throughout Hy-Brasil. Fair People, allow me to come ahead of the rumors. There is no threat to our valiant city nor the isle She rests upon. A group of highly privileged individuals have engaged in unprecedented malfeasance by leaking these materials. They have tried to sow discord amongst the Tuatha Dé Danann and Her allies. Not only that. They have even sought to interfere with the safe operation of the Great Wards. Let me be clear. The extent of their miscreancy has been discovered. A measure of justice apportionate to their crimes has been brought against them. They pose no more threat now than a pygmy shrew. You may have heard all manner of murmurs in the city. Unease in the port. Hushed tones in the library. I will assuage your fears. For generations, the Great Wards have been invaluable in preserving an ever-present aura of security in our nation. With the prosperity they have guaranteed, we are as strong as we have ever been. Even if our Great Wards falter, the Great People of Hy-Brasil will stand firm. The Forefathers look down with Pride. If tested, we shall weather any storm! Nuada Airgetlám VII We Shall Endure God, I think I'm going to be ill. I'm unsure as to when the royals and I will meet again. My fear of reprisal barely skirts the irrational. I'm going to lay low for some time, find lodgings in the city. For now? There's nothing else worth committing to my journal. MAY 5TH, 1988 There's still one thing about all this I've yet to fully grasp. I've had my hand in plenty of diplomatic dealings across my career. Within the milieu of the paranatural community and its various Groups of Interest, and in the nations where the Foundation is most active, I've dealt with my fair share of powerful figures. And there are the same commonalities in every one of them. You notice a pattern, writ large, and it is everywhere. It screams at you. But as it towers so high above you, so out of reach, you cannot possibly face it head-on. Even Hy-Brasil hasn't been inoculated against it, I'm afraid. In the midst of these thoughts, I am reminded of Hobbes and his Leviathan. That pre-Enlightenment treatise written at the end of the English Civil War. In an allegorical sense, its core premise involves Mankind's once-thought escape from an unjust, primordial state of nature. Half-consciously, I unravel the premise in negative space. Again and again. I begin thinking of it as a question. Mankind's natural condition. Personally, I consider that a B.S. notion altogether. But if such a thing were to exist, what could prevent our escape? The answer — a conflict, of all against all, that continually reasserts itself. A conflict driven by passion in its many forms. If this conflict could truly be resolved, Hobbes thought, there is only one way: By the command of a sovereign authority at the head of civil society. It's quite a literal thing. If society is the body, the sovereign is its head. It could move its arms and legs and orient society in whichever direction was necessary to support itself; to keep control. Head, body, appendages. He had a name for it — this is the Leviathan. It wasn't so simple; there was a certain form of passion so destructive, it confounded even the sovereign. It could despoil the whole of civil society. Sure, its ruler could maneuver society in the direction necessary to limit harm to itself. But it could never entirely stamp it out. What passion? Vain-glory. Vain-glorious men — such as without being conscious to themselves of great sufficiency, delight in supposing themselves gallant men — are inclined only to ostentation; but not to attempt: Because when danger or difficulty appears, they look for nothing but to have their insufficiency discovered. Vain-glorious men — such as estimate their sufficiency by the flattery of other men, or the fortune of some precedent action, without assured ground of hope from the true knowledge of themselves — are inclined to rash engaging; and in the approach of danger, or difficulty, to retire if they can: Because not seeing the way of safety, they will rather hazard their honour, which may be salved with an excuse; than their lives, for which no salve is sufficient. (Hobbes, 1651).Hobbes, T. (1651). Chapter XI: Of the Difference of Manners. Leviathan (p. 124). Penguin Books, Inc. Midhir simply wanted to understand. He wanted to find out what, after all these centuries, resisted the wards of Hy-Brasil. In too many ways, he is the only one with enough courage to confront this knowledge directly; to decide what should be done. And with this courage, he traced that misfortune as far back as inquiry would allow. For a Tuathan wizard, this is remarkably far. The people of Hy-Brasil might not presently be in danger. But for how much longer, exactly, can they continue to be protected? Months? A year? With every fibre of my body, I know it's wrong to sit idle and let consequences play out. Because if we ignore the wards — if we think we know better? — we, alone, are the arbiters of consequence. Quod fors feret. “Come what may.” For the people of Hy-Brasil, I wish for nothing but their protection. I have scared myself into thinking there could be anything but. And with this fear comes the doubts. Lots of little doubts. They buzz in and out of my head. They tell me our data is flawed. That it fits a reality only dreamt up. The months we spent studying the wards? A farce. That's not true, I tell myself. Yet, if we are correct — then, is the High King wrong? I'm not laying blame at anyone's feet. As the saying goes, a good king will always act in the best interests of his people. And I think King Nuada is a good king. A cosmopolitan man; a sworn leader. Even still, he thinks with the affectations of his ancestors. Speaking through him, they haunt our here-and-now. When he's under their sway, he can recognize the wards only in sacrificial terms — what it took. “They are enough; they have always been enough.” I think I finally get it. Misfortune is not our adversary. Not really. Misfortune is not even the adversary that threatens SCP-7010. The adversary of the Kingdom of Hy-Brasil is vain-glory. Once it has brought on a head cold, it fouls the body politic, and the Leviathan lurches blindly through uncharted waters. Despite all this, I believe there may be some kind of remedy to vain-glorious men. It requires a certain humility. A resolve to create students of the people. And where there's students, they're in want of a teacher. This means we must cultivate knowledge. We must do our duty and reveal the truth to the people of Hy-Brasil. Then, we can build new circumstances of fortune on a bed of right-thinking. In a way, we have already done this. We published our discoveries. Having done so, we supplied the Tuatha Dé Danann with means to convince their king. We planted the seed. May it take hold and germinate. Will it be enough? I fear there's only so much time. JUNE 13TH, 1988 It came one day at noon. The wind broke suddenly and the world shook. The wind coming in was chilling. Absolutely freezing. You could see the clouds grow darker all of a sudden, and fuller, to block out the sun. It was obvious something had changed. Something awful. Everyone stopped in their tracks, and looked out to the ocean horizon. We all knew where it was coming from. It wasn’t supposed to storm in Hy-Brasil. A dark shape upon the horizon, slowly and slowly growing larger by the minute. When it reached a certain distance, it raised a part of its head into the air — the five eyes glowing in the darkness, bright enough to illuminate the scaly head. At a certain point it stopped swimming and began to rise, further and further out of the water. Five arms, five tentacles. A beast crossed between dragon and kraken. “Fomóraigh! Abomination from undersea.” Midhir swore next to me. He looked off at the beast — the kraken — with hatred in his eyes, rising from the table we were all sitting at. He turned around to me, looking at Mór, who was already standing from her seat. I found myself standing as well. “We have to get back to the Palace. This thing is going to—” Midhir couldn't finish. The spellfire of the beast — a terrible pale flame — had been lobbed at the palace, a single burst of plasma. Almost as if the beast had known he was saying that. Half the palace was immediately gone, and the rest hit by shockwave and fire. The beast turned and spread the flames into the city, erasing whatever it touched. The two Tuatha screamed in unison, their cry shattering the café we were sitting at and the road around us. They looked in collective horror at the palace, left a smoking ruin. Nobody could have survived that. My hand floated to my gaping mouth. There were no words. Mór looked at Midhir with a glowing light in her eyes. “I'm going to the Palace. I will save my father. Midhir mac Lug, I command you: Save this city and its people. As your Queen.” She jumped with grace, onto the roof of the building next to us, and then into the air, flying off to the palace. I never saw her again. Midhir turned to me and sighed. “Go. Go to your Site. They have bunkers there, installations that can survive this attack. You'll be safe there. I must do my duty, and defend this city. With the rest of the Royal Wizards dead, defense of the city falls to me.” With that, he ran off to fight the kraken, spells already crackling in the air around him, lightning launching from his fingertips. I watched him and the kraken as I ran through the streets. He stayed up there in the air, facing it until the Coalition arrived. I don't know how much longer he could have held against it alone, and don't think he even managed to harm it all that deeply, but he stayed there in the sky protecting the city. Unlike myself, who retreated into a Foundation bunker, deep below, helping no-one. JUNE 22ND, 1988 Delbáeth had returned to the island as soon as the dust had settled. Everyone knew, at once, what had happened and the title he held, but he refused to accept a coronation until it was confirmed that his uncle and cousin were, in fact, gone. Their bodies were recovered from the castle ruins three days after the attack. For all the power of the wizards of this island, they cannot restore the dead to life. Delbáeth folded after that, and admitted it was time to begin preparations for his coronation. What was left of the Royal Court started working on the process immediately, led by Midhir, one of the few survivors. With the palace a smoldering heap of rubble and much of the island destroyed — whether by kraken, or by the nuclear bomb used to kill it — there were few places to have the coronation. Delbáeth chose to hold the coronation in a theater on the northern shore of the island, away from the destruction caused by the beast in the south. Perhaps, just for the coronation, there would be some modicum of history made, and the people could look past the destruction. The ceremony itself was beautiful. I was given a first-row seat next to Director Walsh. Midhir led the proceedings, using the Four Treasures — the Stone of Fál, the Spear of Lugh, the Claidheamh Soluis, the Cauldron of the Dagda — to anoint Delbáeth. The ceremony was marked by a distinct air of sadness. It was evident how much smaller it was than it should have been — so much of the population had been lost. The days after that were a whirlwind. The city was a smoking ruin, and the majority of the Tuatha felt it could not be rebuilt — a sentiment shared by Midhir. Three days after the coronation, he worked a massive spell, taking thousands of survivors through the mists, to another world, one where Hy-Brasil had not fell. As a part of the spell, and the urgency with which he was working it, those who took his offer would be cursed to never return to our world. The Foundation immediately began to pull out of Site-03 and leave the island behind. No longer a relevant operation center for them, it seemed. I found myself slowly working my way up the Site bureaucracy, one of the few people who wanted to stay on the island and keep the skeleton Site operational. There is one, small, saving grace to all of this: High King Delbáeth II's first act was to formally outlaw the practice of the luck wards. For as long as he reigns, Hy-Brasil will not taunt the workings of fate and bring their own doom upon them. If only Nuada had done the same. [END OF FILE] [ ENTER LEVEL FIVE CREDENTIALS ] WELCOME, OVERSEER. O5-1 is sitting inside a boardroom, alone. He is reading the documentation for SCP-7010 when Site Director Collins enters. She sits down at the table across from him. Dir. Collins: Everything appropriate, sir? O5-1: Hmm. Yes. I can't help but notice you attached your own personal diary entries to this file. Not particularly in-line with Foundation standards. Perhaps an abuse of your position as Director. Dir. Collins: Supplementary documentation that I found appropriate. I've read the relevant guidelines, and I have full discretion over supplementary documentation, sir. O5-1: So you do. Good eye. Dir. Collins: You didn't visit Site-03 just to read a file, did you? That document is digitized, you can access it whenever you want. O5-1: No, you're right. I wanted to speak with you about the anomaly. You have the most … experience with it, as we'll say. I do have to thank you for attaching your journals to this document, I would have requested them anyway. Dir. Collins: What about SCP-7010? O5-1: The Foundation is considering reviving it, as a means of protection at our most dangerous sites and facilities. Only in limited purposes, I assure you. Director Collins stiffens. O5-1: I take it you don't approve. Dir. Collins: These wards. These protections. They didn't just get old and fail because of a lack of maintenance. That was part of it. But they were fundamentally bad ideas. They failed because they were doomed to it. O5-1: Those findings weren't backed up at large. Ketterley and Belacqua — who, as I might note, are still alive and have left higher education to join Foundation payroll — don't agree with that assessment. That was only a theory that you, Midhir, and the new king seemed to share, one which has never been proven. Dir. Collins: Because the island burned! How were any of us supposed to do idle academics after all that! Delbáeth had to run the country! Midhir is gone! Mór is dead! O5-1: And yet we had people look into it, and they found nothing. There does not appear to be a quote-unquote doom requirement. All of our prototypes have run without issue. Dir. Collins: There is no telling what danger you have brought to the Foundation. O5-1: We know what we're doing. Far better than those idiot leprechauns ever could. Dir. Collins: Those elves have known what they were doing for generations! They have lifetimes to master the tasks, they know how to work a spell! O5-1: Not enough to figure out a luck ward that didn't kill you. Director Collins stares at O5-1, her fist clenched against the table. Dir. Collins: I'll be going now. Take your time. I'll leave you alone. You have free reign of the Site, as you already knew. O5-1: Thank you for your time, Kennedy. Director Collins exits the board room. O5-1 watches her as she leaves, and then retrieves a phone from his pocket. He opens the phone and presses a number on speed dial. O5-10 answers from the other line. O5-10 (COM): Well? O5-1: She doesn't approve. O5-10 (COM): We could have predicted that. But we'll proceed anyway, yea? O5-1: Yes. We will. The benefits of SCP-7010 are too great to ignore. And besides: We know what we're doing. O5-10 (COM): Won't be a repeat of Hy-Brasil, I agree. I've had my best spend years working on the principles, refining them. We'll do what the Tuatha never could. Truly take control of luck. O5-1: As we do with everything. Control is our specialty, isn't it? O5-10 (COM): Yes, I suppose it is. We might need to change the ‘C’ in the initialism. O5-1: Ha. O5-10 (COM): Ha. O5-1: You'll have it working by the time I'm back? O5-10 (COM): They're already online, sir. Had them turned on as soon as you said yes. Shame Kennedy isn't on board. O5-1: She'll come around, but in the meantime, we'll endure. O5-1 hangs up and puts the phone back into his pocket. He continues to review the documents for SCP-7010 for a moment, and then rises to exit the boardroom. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7010" by stormbreath & Lt Flops, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7010. 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-7011 | keter | OVERWATCH COMMAND In light of recent developments in the SCP-7011 case, the Overseer council has deemed your involvement necessary in containing the anomaly. Your compliance is mandatory, and you are expected to study it and prepare for your insertion in 10 hours. To do so, you have been granted temporary access to Level 5 and Overseer Classified documentation. Your supervisors have been notified accordingly. SECURE • CONTAIN • PROTECT [ACCESSING…] [SESSION CONFIRMED] They could've been a tad nicer about it. Indeed. Could you retrieve the SCP-7011 file for me? Of course. [RETRIEVING…] There are two. The first is Level 3 Classified and the second is Level 5. Which one do you want to access first? The Level 5- No. Give me the original. Excuse me? Give me the Level 3 first. I need to see everything. [SCP7K_lvl3.pdf uploaded.] Good luck. Thank you, Alexandra. [ACCESSING DOCUMENT…] [LEVEL 3 CLASSIFIED] [SCP-7011] Open? [WELCOME, HECTOR] Wallowa Lake, as seen from Observation Point 12. Special Containment Procedures: Due to the unknown radius of SCP-7011’s field of effect, unauthorised Foundation personnel are forbidden from entering within 2km of the town’s perimeter. Permission to enter is granted only to members of Observational Task Force Sāmek-1 “Outsiders” or those with express Overseer authorisation. Those that enter without authorisation must not be retrieved, and upon exit from SCP-7011’s radius, must be sufficiently reprimanded. Personnel must not interfere with civilians entering or exiting this zone as this may disrupt current research efforts as well as potentially expose the presence of Foundation agents in the vicinity. Despite the nature of SCP-7011, personnel must continually be reminded of residents’ human value to prevent dangerous lines of thought. Additionally, SCP-7011’s status as anomalous must be routinely confirmed by Foundation predictive supercomputer ALICE, the details of which can be found below. SCP-7011 and its surrounding area must be observed 24/7. Description: SCP-7011 refers to the anomalously deterministic behaviour of humans and other unexplained phenomena in the small town of Joseph, Oregon. SCP-7011 affects an area of approximately 2.5km in diameter from the centre of Joseph and thus affects the entire population of Joseph1. SCP-7011 does not cause residents of Joseph to act abnormally in any way; rather, it allows their future actions to be predicted to a degree of accuracy much higher than people outside of the town. Presently, Foundation anomalous technologies can predict the short, medium and long-term future events of the town with 95% accuracy. It is currently hypothesised that introduced elements become determined, to an unknown extent, upon nearing the town’s border. The existence of SCP-7011 cannot be inferred from observation alone, as the anomaly is fully invisible to both residents of the town and outside observers. By using a combination of standard and anomalous technologies, Foundation engineers are consistently able to confirm the presence of SCP-7011 within human behaviour in Joseph. Moreover, the discovery of SCP-7011 is attributed to the development of predictive AI mechanisms within the last 5 years. Hence, it is unknown how long SCP-7011 has existed or how widespread similar anomalies may be. As of 16/06/22, SCP-7011’s field of effect is stable and further research into the anomaly is ongoing. Addendum 7011.1: ALICE Briefing A.L.I.C.E. A.L.I.C.E. (Artificial Local-Intelligence Clairvoyance Engine), is an anomalous Foundation supercomputer used in the calculation and subsequent prediction of outcomes in non-human systems. ALICE’s scope of prediction is virtually limitless; the engine’s settings can be calibrated to predict extremely precise events in time: from short, immediate series of events such as modelling the trajectory of a shrapnel explosion, to prolonged series, such as the movement of satellites in orbit. Notably, ALICE does not find prediction of chaotic complex systems particularly difficult due to its anomalous attributes. These attributes are as follows: Anomalously compact computing systems. Enhanced software speed. Net-zero energy usage. Anomalously efficient cooling mechanisms. Localised Omniscience. ‘Localised Omniscience’ here refers to ALICE’s ability to glean exact physical knowledge of a certain input area to the molecular level. Further, this feature is hypothesised to be an emergent property of the vague circumstances of the engine’s construction and is not fully understood.2 ALICE's other anomalous features are: Induced thaumaturgically by Foundation personnel; Created employing anomalous technologies; The result of conjunction with other SCP objects in Foundation control; A combination of the above, And are therefore better understood. To prevent information overload, ALICE is also equipped with an AI sorting system that can limit the calculations necessary for an accurate prediction, by observing and recording patterns in the micro-level systems that comprise higher-level behaviours, as opposed to fully calculating all the physical processes involved. At present, ALICE has identified over 1017 of these patterns, saving immense amounts of computational power and energy. ALICE works under the assumption of a physicalist, determined universe, using the laws of physics of baseline reality as the basis of its calculations. In this way, ALICE is primarily used for Foundation scientific research and informing the design of new technology, rather than the containment of anomalies or in conflicts with hostile groups of interest. [ FURTHER DETAILS LEVEL 5 CLASSIFIED ] So it begins. Addendum 7011.2: Discovery and Context On 16/05/22, the ALICE supercomputer underwent major transportation; the engine was temporarily disassembled and moved to a new location to acquire system augmentations which would significantly increase its range and functionality. Upon addition and testing of these new systems, ALICE immediately produced detailed predictions regarding the SCP-7011 anomaly. Normally, such detailed predictions would not be possible to extrapolate from a system containing human elements. Yet, ALICE continued to produce short, medium and long-term predictions about the town of Joseph. This discovery has had a notable impact on Foundation anomalous philosophy. To illustrate this, a relevant excerpt can be seen below. Excerpt from The Future Hasn’t Happened Yet, by Harkeit Hancer; Foundation Historian, Scientist, and member of the SCP-7011 Project Team. It is an inaccuracy to call ALICE a ‘Clairvoyance Engine’ – although I suspect this is simply hyperbole to fit the acronym better – as the machine’s anomalous characteristics are not in the magical prediction of the future. Rather, they involve the magical gathering of information and subsequent prediction of the future. Therefore, ALICE fits into the category of scientific, deterministic prediction, rather than anomalous. In thaumaturgic divination, anomalous clairvoyance – or whatever name you want to call the magic stuff – the prediction of the future is a matter of universal forces – of destiny. These methods assume the future is set in stone, and learning its contents requires either waiting for it to happen or taking shortcuts – in this case, resorting to thaumaturgy. In scientific prediction, our assumptions are much the same. A pair of dice will land a certain way depending on how they were thrown, and therefore, if the action of throwing them can be wholly understood, one would know the exact score even before landing. Barring quantum mechanics (an entirely separate demon), this assumption holds true in all cases: the universe and its processes can be modelled as a line of dominos; the ending is set in stone, and destiny, in some sense of the word, does exist. This was until ALICE was created, where this assumption was shattered – or so we initially thought. Upon further analysis, it was found that this assumption still held true, but with an addendum: ‘The universe and its processes can be modelled as deterministic, excluding human systems.’ More specifically, systems involving consciousness. The ethical implications of this discovery are, as of now, unclear. Addendum 7011.3: Observation INVESTIGATION 1 - OBSERVATION Observation point 39, 50 degrees East of Wallowa Lake. Time: 12:06 Event: Three speedboats approach a beachside property, each with a singular driver. They anchor the boats on the beach and disembark, then move towards the property. Soon the three are greeted by David Wilson, the owner of the property, and are invited inside. They leave 24 hours later. Analysis: Short-term predictions change for David Wilson from house chores to interacting with the three guests. No change in medium or long term. Predictions return their previous recorded state after their departure, and stabilise. Location: Observation point 2, outside the town’s highway entrance. Time: 09:12 Event: Flock of Black-billed Magpies settle on nearby houses. Local children notice; they begin picking up pebbles from the ground. The children cause a ruckus, shouting at the birds and throwing pebbles at them until they fly away. After, the children continue playing outside. Analysis: ALICE short-term predictions stutter slightly, but display no visible change. Location: Observation point 8, Town Entrance. Time: 14:26 Event: A hiker enters the town and stops off at a local supermarket to replenish their supplies. They are observed to converse with a local resident, asking about the hiking areas surrounding Joseph. Multiple residents engage in the conversation, providing their advice. After 2 hours, the hiker leaves. Analysis: No change. [279 ENTRIES OMITTED] INVESTIGATION 2 - INTRODUCED ELEMENTS Location: Various Time: 12:19 Event: Foundation remote-controlled drone sent into the town along Wallowa Lake’s coast. The drone crosses the Lake in order to sabotage town infrastructure, but unexpectedly experiences a power failure and falls into Wallowa Lake, damaging it irreversibly. Analysis: No visible change. Location: Various Time: 17:54 Event: Foundation remote-controlled drone sent into the town through West-facing perimeter. A strong gust of wind immediately follows and blows the drone out of control range, preventing further investigation. Analysis: No visible change. Location: Various Time: 16:00 Event: Foundation remote-controlled drone sent into the town through North-West-facing perimeter. Soon after entering, the drone is spotted by local residents and the operator is instructed to return it, prematurely halting the investigation to prevent further suspicion. Analysis: No visible change. Drone tests halted for now. We’re getting nowhere. ∼ Researcher Klein [23 ENTRIES OMITTED] INVESTIGATION 3 - SABOTAGE Observation point 70, above Wallowa Lake. Time: 19:35 Event: OTF Sāmek-1 “Outsiders” instructed to disrupt local power grid functionality. Joseph subsequently experiences a full lack of electricity for 25 minutes, before being reinstated by a large backup generator which was previously unobserved and unmarked on Foundation maps. Analysis: No change. Location: Town-wide Time: 08:12 Event: OTF Sāmek-1 “Outsiders” instructed to disrupt local water supply functionality, preventing residents from using tap water. Joseph goes 7 hours without water, before the water maintenance team arrive and reinstates the supply. Attempts by OTF Sāmek-1 to interfere fail and the task force is eventually recalled after the maintenance team resolves the issue. Analysis: Short-term predictions vary wildly. Medium-term predictions stutter, before returning to their previous state. Addendum 7011.4: Context Excerpt from The Future Hasn’t Happened Yet, by Harkeit Hancer Arguably, all living beings have consciousness to some extent, however, I will be defining the word differently henceforth. ‘Consciousness is an agent’s ability to freely make decisions, not solely through the acting out of a physical chain of events, but through their own will – even if a physical chain of events is the way in which this will is realised.’ I suppose I will call this F-Consciousness to avoid confusion. The distinction between Consciousness and F-Consciousness is purely internal. Both Conscious and F-Conscious beings behave the same way from external observation. However, by definition, beings possessing F-Consciousness cannot be predicted accurately3whilst regular Conscious beings can be predicted accurately. This is confirmed by the ALICE supercomputer: a computer which can only predict the physical cannot predict the actions of F-Conscious beings. This is where the SCP-7011 anomaly comes in. The beings in the town of Joseph, Oregon can be predicted with almost 100% accuracy. They are not F-Conscious, they are simply Conscious, and are therefore different to every other human in existence. Addendum 7011.5: Interview Observation point N/A. Image taken off Wallowa Lake Highway. Purpose: To learn more about the nature of SCP-7011 by explicitly attempting to alter the short-term and medium-term future predictions of the ALICE supercomputer. Baseline Short-term ALICE Predictions: Subject [Jeremiah Armstrong] will continue walking along Wallowa Lake Highway; Subject will cross the road. Subject will enter local restaurant ‘The Dog Spot’ and remain for 45 minutes. Subject will return home. After each instruction, a corresponding phrase has been added: the first, ‘Change’, denotes a visible change in predictions, whilst the second, ‘Return’, denotes a return to previously recorded baseline predictions. The interview was conducted by Dr. Maya Blanche, a junior researcher on the SCP-7011 Project. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Blanche is dressed in plain clothes, masquerading as an anthropologist conducting a survey in order to learn about the people and history of Joseph. She has approached a local resident, identified as Jeremiah Armstrong, after which he agrees to the interview. Dr. Blanche: Thanks for agreeing to the survey; most people tend to just pass me by. No one’s obligated, of course, but it’s exhausting standing around in this heat all day. Armstrong: Yeah, I see that. You’d prolly have more success in the shade over there. (Gestures to his right) Or asking around shops. Dr. Blanche: Good point. [Dr. Blanche is instructed to begin questioning.] Dr. Blanche: So, here we go. I’ll start off with the easy ones, so you should have no problem. Armstrong: (Laughs) You’d be surprised. Dr. Blanche: How long have you lived in Joseph? Armstrong: Pretty much my whole life. How did you know I lived here? Dr. Blanche: I haven’t met any tourists yet, just assumed. [Dr. Blanche is instructed to continue line of questioning.] Dr. Blanche: … Sorry, you technically didn’t answer the question.4 Armstrong: (Pauses) You just want to know how old I am, don’t you? Well, I’ve been living here for around 30 years, and we moved here when I was four. So… Dr. Blanche: And can I ask how you feel about Joseph? After living here so long? Armstrong: Well, recently it’s been a bit hectic around here. The water shut off a few days ago. We’ve been getting powercuts too lately. I think this old infrastructure is finally catching up to us. Were you in town for the water thing? Dr. Blanche: No, I arrived just today. Armstrong: Lucky you missed that. People weren’t panicking, but they were panicked, you know? What’s weird about the whole thing is that we’re right next to a lake. You’d think we’d have infinite water here. Dr. Blanche: Yeah, I’m not sure. (Pauses) What about in general? Do you like Joseph? Armstrong: (Nods) Yeah, I think so. Don’t really have a frame of reference considering how long I’ve been here. But… yeah. I’d say so. The people here are nice and the town is quiet, but not too quiet. Interesting things still happen here, every now and then. And if they didn’t, I’d keep myself busy.5 [Dr. Blanche is instructed to avoid conversation about Joseph itself.] Dr. Blanche: Can I ask a personal question? Armstrong: (Shrugs) You can ask. Dr. Blanche: Are you married? Armstrong: Ah, that kind of personal. (Pauses) I… No. Not at the moment. Dr. Blanche: But you were?6 Silence. Armstrong: Um… Can we move on to the next question? Sorry. [Dr. Blanche is instructed to move on.] Dr. Blanche: Yeah, sure. Are you religious, Jeremy? Armstrong: That’s a harder question to answer than you’d think. Most people here are Christian – my family is Jewish, but I don’t really practice. I celebrate the holidays when they come around, but it's not something I devote that much time to. (Pauses) So not really, is my answer. Dr. Blanche: Yes, thanks. Do you believe in God yourself? [Dr. Blanche is instructed to refrain from unnecessary politeness.]] Armstrong: Hmm. I’m not sure. In a sense, yes, but in another sense… it’s hard. I pray to God when I need him. When I’m on the plane, or when I’m- you know, finding it difficult for whatever reason. But, I don’t think I believe in him. Not actively, anyway. Dr. Blanche: What about fate? Destiny? Armstrong: These are some tough questions. Fate, huh? I think so. I like to think everything happens for a reason – I don’t know if that’s the same thing, but it’s related, right? Dr. Blanche: (Nods) Yeah, I think so. If everything happened for a reason, it would follow that there were forces beyond our control guiding our lives, in a way. Armstrong: Exactly. (Pauses) When you put it like that, maybe I do believe in God after all. Dr. Blanche: … What are you doing after this? Armstrong: (Pauses) Is this what I think it is? Dr. Blanche: I- No, sorry. It’s on my question list, it’s not- Armstrong: (Laughs) I was actually on my way to lunch. You could come along if you want. Dr. Blanche: Sorry, I would, but I don’t have a break until later. Armstrong: Wait… this is your work? People don’t really do in-person surveys anymore; I assumed this was a student thing, or a weird hobby.7 Dr. Blanche: Yeah… Armstrong: Where do you work? I might have heard of it, you never know. [Dr. Blanche is instructed to ignore the question.] Dr. Blanche: What do you do for a living? Armstrong: I’m kind of in between jobs right now, but by trade, I’m an electrician. (Pauses) I just realised, shouldn’t you be writing this all down? I’ve said a lot. Dr. Blanche: I have a good memory. Armstrong: Ah. Dr. Blanche: When you were younger, did you want to be an electrician?8 Armstrong: No. Not to say that I disliked the idea of my job now, but… I just dislike the idea of all jobs. Always been a laidback guy, I think. I’m better at, I don’t know, stuff like this. Socialising. Answering questions on the side of the road for someone I just met. Dr. Blanche: Maybe you’d be better off in a sales job. Armstrong: Maybe. Silence. Dr. Blanche: Okay, next question. I… [Dr. Blanche is instructed to perform Standard Memetic Questioning] Dr. Blanche: Does the- Does the black moon- sorry. I can’t- [ALICE predictions stutter.] Armstrong: Ma’am? You alright? Dr. Blanche: Yes. I think- Yes, I’m fine. I think it’s the heat. [Dr. Blanche is instructed to continue questioning.] Armstrong: I think we should stop there for today, I- Dr. Blanche: Yeah, you’re right. I think… I’m not… [Dr. Blanche is instructed to continue to questioning.] Dr. Blanche: I… I have one more question.9 Armstrong: (Pause) Okay, if you’re sure. Dr. Blanche: What would you do to protect those you loved?10 Armstrong: Sorry? Could you repeat the que- Dr. Blanche: I would do anything for those I loved. I would do everything.11 Armstrong: Ma’am? Dr. Blanche: Most people claim they would, but they wouldn’t.12 Most people would buckle at the first sign of pressure. I wouldn’t. I didn’t.13 [Dr. Blanche is instructed to stop talking.] Dr. Blanche: You think I’m joking? I can do anything! They think they can break me with these pathetic attempts. Look! They’re listening!14 Armstrong steps back as Dr. Blanche raises her voice. Armstrong: Hey, easy there. I think you might be dehydrated. Dr. Blanche removes her earpiece and hands it to Armstrong. He pauses but takes it. Before Armstrong can inspect the device, the connection is remotely severed by Foundation Command. Dr. Blanche’s recording equipment is still active. Armstrong: … What am I looking at? Dr. Blanche: It’s them! It’s them, it’s them- They’re the ones- It’s- they’re the ones!15 Armstrong hands the earpiece back without inspecting it. Armstrong: Ma’am, I think you might need to see a doctor. The heat’s getting to you – I’ve seen this before. Dr. Blanche: No! Leave me alone! Armstrong: Okay, I’m gonna call my friend at the infirmary. Armstrong begins dialing a number in his phone. Dr. Blanche sits on the curb. Dr. Blanche: No- Sorry. I just… I just need a moment to think. I’m sorry. Silence as Armstrong puts his phone down. Armstrong: … Should I stay? Dr. Blanche shakes her head slowly. Armstrong: Okay. Here. Armstrong hands her a water bottle from his bag. He then writes something on a loose piece of paper and hands it to her. Armstrong: Hold onto these. If it gets worse, give me a ring. Dr. Blanche nods. Armstrong: Yeah… um. I’ll see you around. Armstrong walks across the road, exiting the interview. [END LOG] After the interview concluded, Dr. Blanche remained in Joseph – and thus SCP-7011’s field of effect – until OTF Sāmek-1 managed to extract her 2 hours later. Upon being questioned, Dr. Blanche expressed confusion about the events of the interview, claiming that she ‘followed instructions’ and had ‘no memory’ of deviating from the planned list of questions. Furthermore, she expressed difficulty in recalling the second half of the interview or any subsequent events in the town. Following this, Dr. Blanche was recommended for mnestic therapy and psychological evaluation, pending approval. However, 24 hours after her extraction, she failed to arrive at her research post in Site-24. With no contact from her in over 48 hours, she was assumed missing. Soon after, an email was received, with her location being traced to Joseph. To: ten.pics|nielkm#ten.pics|nielkm From: ten.pics|ehcnalbm#ten.pics|ehcnalbm Subject: Dear Maria,16 I don't think I can do this anymore. I'm going to stay. Goodbye and thanks, Maya. After this report was received, all attempts to contact Dr. Blanche were ignored. On 25/07/22, over 72 hours after she was declared missing, the ALICE supercomputer unexpectedly produced detailed predictions on the long-term future of Blanche, which had previously been unstable. Baseline Long-term ALICE predictions: Subject [Maya Blanche] will rent an apartment. [3m] Subject will purchase a car. [1y] Subject will change her forename to [Janette]. [2y] Subject will marry in Joseph. [4y] Subject will remain in Joseph indefinitely. [N/A] This provoked immediate response, as it would mean the permanent loss of a Foundation agent and potential threat to the veil. However, all initial attempts at extraction were unsuccessful. The first, a plainclothes excursion conducted by members of OTF Sāmek-1, was intended to quietly extract Blanche without the use of force. This approach faced complications: after coming into contact with Blanche, the extraction team engaged in conversation with her for over 30 minutes, before exiting the town and leaving her behind. The second occurred a day later, with more attention placed in speed and counter-memetic techniques. The team reached Blanche without error, but upon requesting her compliance, Blanche expressed extreme anger, resulting in her fleeing the town centre. One day later, ALICE outputted large variations in predictions, rendering the computer useless in aiding further operations. In addition, unusual spikes in radiation were detected coming from just outside Joseph, implying heavy reality alterations. In response, a task force was commissioned with the purpose of forcibly extracting Blanche, and investigating the source of the radiation. The Task Force consisted of three members of Observational Task Force Sāmek-1, due to their proximity and experience in the town. Date: 30/07/2022 Provisional Task Force Sāmek-1 "Outsiders" – Stealth and Extraction: Sāmek-1 Ark, Squad Lead Sāmek-1 Queen Sāmek-1 Redset [BEGIN LOG] Ark, Queen and Redset's body cameras face the insertion point by the town’s East perimeter. The point of insertion is within the forest by Wallowa River; all three agents have previously crossed the river and are awaiting instruction. Command: Confirm position. Ark: East perimeter, Observation Point 12. Queen: Same. OP 12. Silence. Ark: Red? Redset: Yeah, um- East Perimeter, OP 12. Command: Copy that. One second… (Pauses) Okay. Cleared for entry. Ark: Copy. Let’s move. The three cross the perimeter into Joseph and make their way through the forest, avoiding trail paths and clearings. The team enter within 1km of the target’s location; they slow and spread out. Ark: Okay, you two. There’s no reason this won’t be quick and easy: extract the researcher, don’t get spotted, identify the source of the radiation. Three things to keep track of. Queen: Want to repeat yourself a fifth time? Ark: Just making sure. Redset: Blanche is making it easy for us. I don’t know if she knows about the tracker, but she can’t be that careless to just walk into a deserted area – she’s Foundation. Queen: Formerly. She resigned. Redset: The anomaly resigned, not her. She’s… not the one in control. Ark: That reminds me – don’t speak to her. If it’s memetic or transferred through speech, we might end up the same as her. Better not to risk it. Redset: Copy that. Queen: What if she speaks to us? Surely that’ll spread it too. Ark: All the more reason to make haste. The three continue through the forest, closing in on the target’s location. Soon, they come across an abandoned sewer system concurrent with Foundation records of the town. The architecture is covered with plantlife – a result of the rainfall and increased humidity from Wallowa Lake. Ark: Okay. Homestretch now. (Pauses) Command, how far are we? Command: Two hundred metres. She’s not moving, you should be good to approach. Ark: Copy. View from Ark’s front-facing body camera. The team pass multiple concrete structures, all in varying states of disarray and ruin, before entering a small clearing. The clearing faces a short tunnel: overgrown and deserted. The three await instruction. Queen: Damn. Redset: I can see why Blanche wanted to stay. Ark: Not now, Red. Command? Command: She’s on the other side of that tunnel. Fifty metres. Ark: On it. The team enter and advance slowly through the tunnel. After two minutes, the tunnel exit opens into a large clearing. The clearing appears artificial: it is surrounded by a ring of trees; vines hang down around the perimeter, creating a full curtain, and any tall plants growing from the ground have been cut away. In the centre, there is a tall structure consisting of a square metal base and a cylindrical protrusion from said base, composed of an unknown material. The structure is sunken at a ten-degree angle, with the metal base partially buried. Despite the light plant life around the base of the structure, the structure itself is covered in moss and creepers. The metal base displays no sign of rust. Queen: What the… Blanche is sitting against the structure, her back to its left side. As the team enter the clearing, she turns her head, appearing undisturbed by their sudden presence. Redset: Shit. Ark: Command, I’ve got eyes on her. Silence. Blanche has a neutral expression on her face and remains still. Ark: Command? Command: Cleared to move. Ark: (Pauses) Wait. There’s something else here with her. A… machine of some kind. It looks like it’s been here a while. Command: Describe it. There’s something obscuring the camera. Ark: It’s… looks like one of those reality drives, but larger. Covered in plants. There are… weird symbols all over it – like runes. Command: That may be the source. Ignore it for now; focus on the target. Ark: …Copy. The team moves further into the clearing, circling the structure and Blanche. Queen moves left, Redset right, while Ark remains facing the front of the structure. Blanche raises a hand. Blanche: Please, there’s no need to… Ark trains his rifle on Blanche. Blanche: Nevermind. Ark: Queen, the cards. Queen moves towards her, kneeling down. Blanche is still sitting against the structure. After a moment, she hands her three paper cards, each containing printed writing. Blanche scans the cards. Queen readies her handcuffs and gag. Blanche: What am I meant to be doing with these? Queen: They’re an- Ark: Queen. Don’t reply. Queen: (Nods) Blanche audibly sighs. She discards the cards on the floor beside her and stands up. Blanche: Can’t you just… Why do you have to go to these lengths? Please. I’ve made up my mind. Queen opens the handcuffs, placing them on Blanche’s hands. She does not resist. Queen attempts to place the gag to restrain her speech. Blanche: Stop. I’ve had enough. Queen stops moving. Ark: Queen, you alright? Queen remains stationary in front of Blanche. Queen: I can’t- I can’t move. What is this? I can’t… Ark: Shit. Hang on. Blanche removes her handcuffs and drops them on the floor. At the same time, Redset approaches Blanche from behind and attempts to restrain her. Before Redset can touch Blanche, he freezes in place. Blanche: I asked you to stop. Redset: … Blanche moves towards Queen and removes her helmet. Blanche: You’re a real person. What’s your name? Queen: Amanda. Blanche does the same to Redset. Blanche: And you. Redset: Byron. Blanche leans back and runs her hands through her hair. Ark: Command. Are you seeing this? Blanche: They aren’t. You have to make the decision yourself. This moment is for you, not for a council to sit back and decide your life. Ark remains silent. Blanche: These two– Blanche gestures towards Queen and Redset. Blanche: They need a break. I think we’re going to go now. Are you coming? Command: (Heavy static can be heard) Ark, stall for time. You’re cleared to speak. Ark: …where are we going? Blanche: Joseph. Ark: We’re already in Joseph. Blanche turns to look at Ark, then gestures towards the tunnel entrance. Blanche: Come on. Lead the way. At once, Queen and Redset begin moving towards the tunnel entrance. Their helmets rest on the grass below. Ark: Wait- Queen, Red. Remember why you’re here. Queen and Redset continue moving. They do not reply. Ark: …shit. Blanche walks slowly behind them. They all pass Ark, who does not move. Ark: Why do you need them? Blanche continues moving, entering the tunnel. Queen and Redset are ahead. Blanche: It’s their turn to be free. Ark moves to the entrance. Blanche’s voice echoes through the tunnel. Blanche: Joseph is always open; there is no last chance. Ark: Command, can you hear me? They’re under some sort of compulsion, should I pursue? Command: (Heavy static) Ark: I have a clear shot on Blanche. Command? Can you hear me!? Blanche, Queen and Redset are almost at the exit of the tunnel. Ark passes the entrance threshold. Ark: Stop moving or I’ll shoot. There is no reply. Command: (Static) Cleared for use of force. Fire. Ark looks into his sight without pulling the trigger. Blanche and the two team members have disappeared from view, into the forest. After a moment, Ark straightens. Ark: They’re gone. He drops his rifle, removes his helmet and lies on the grass, gazing up at the blue sky above. [END LOG] The SCP-7011 project has been temporarily suspended by Overseer ordinance. Please see your project supervisor for more details. I think it's time. Alexandra? On it. [DECRYPTING…] [SCP7K_lvl5.pdf uploaded.] Open? Footnotes 1. 1124 people, as of 2019. 2. And thus, is considered anomalous. 3. 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SCP-7012 | thaumiel | Fish^12 I deleted 3000 words from my original 7kcon draft, and I was like, dang, that sucks. Whatever. So I started a new draft, and this is that. I'm happy with it. And this is my Author Page! SCP-7012's Akiva Siphon Item #: SCP-7012 Special Containment Procedures: This document is locked behind need-to-know Level Five security clearance. SCP-7012 is contained in the basement layer of Site-01, which has been retrofitted with the specifications for High-Value Anomalous Assets, with the inclusion of ten-meter thick concrete walls, comprehensive SRA applications, and faith-agnostic wards. SCP-7012 is also protected by proxy via Site-01 security measures, including the site-wide self-destruct countermeasure. SCP-7012 has been outfitted with ten Akiva siphons, a previously hypothetical energy production method. SCP-7012 currently provides power to the entirety of Site-01, and the excess energy is stored in a separate, on-base location. SCP-7012's containment chamber will be inspected weekly for any discrepancies. Detailed instructions are distributed to containment technicians at this time, of whom will be administered Class-V amnestics at the end of the maintenance period. On-site medical personnel will verify the amnestic process to confirm informational surety. Description: SCP-7012 is a used NUU brand F4L flip phone. Physically, SCP-7012 is completely nonanomalous. SCP-7012 possesses a rare Akivian sink, a general term for an entity or object that both absorbs and produces Akiva radiation. Notably, Akivian sinks are associated with the end process of apotheosis. Prior to transcending into proper godhood, the entity undergoing said process will temporarily become an Akivian sink, thus amplifying their potential end-goal energy output by orders of magnitude within a short period of time. Religious organizations or groups typically seek out this state in order to realize their respective object of worship, although they may not be specifically aware of this quality. It was previously believed that only sapient entities can produce an Akivian sink, and by virtue of Akiva radiation, hold massive influence over consensus reality. Given that SCP-7012 is not sapient, the Akiva particles remain unused, perpetually accumulating Akiva radiation. Due to the transitive properties of Akiva particles, combined with SCP-7012's lack of miracle-system output, SCP-7012 would singlehandedly trigger apotheosis in partnership with another belief-attuned entity. As such, SCP-7012 will be indefinitely contained at Site-01, and if necessary, decommissioned. Addendum 7012/1: Prior to containment, SCP-7012 was used as intended by the manufacturer. Although multiple contacts were listed in the phone directory, the only saved messages are that of "name pending". Twelve calls and over two thousand text messages were found, communicating with this individual. The context for these messages are unclear. 2/20 Greetings. Hey, there, handsome *winks at you* In the simplest terms, I am the first being, produced from nothing before time and space. I wield the laws upon which all physics rests upon, and thusly perpetuate the chaotic cycle. Ooh, Chaos God, classic I have script here ahem *notices you brooding* Hey, what's the matter? it's okay *holds out my hand, waiting for you to take it gently* I'm Siren, I'm 19 and I enjoy knitting, wbu *blushes* Siren, I do not possess a name, or a physical body with which to interact with. But may I continue speaking to you in this personal manner? *blushes even harder* Yeah, of course *I hide my hands behind my back in embarrassment, and then looking down with a hint of sadness, for we can't cuddle* Thank you. 2/25 Do you, like, wanna meet up? Like, we've been talking for a while and I really feel like this could awork out, for real I just feel so alone all the time and I'd really like someone who understands and is super mature, like you, and this isnt me playing or whatever I just really think itd be good for us. I'm in Cali, and I even havre a drivers license, i can go to you Please say yes It appears I must reveal myself. Are you sure about this? uhhh I've seen dicks before I'm prepared for it wtf uh OKay, I can work with this. 3/1 So, like, what kind of powers do you have? I do not consciously exercise control, as you could have intuited from my upbringing. Instead, I help perpetuate this reality, through means I do not understand. That's so cool in a really nerdy way You kinda remind me of my dad, he plays Warhammer. Oh god am I freuded Are you okay? 3/6 I'm really trying to wrap my head around this. You're the truth of the universe? Everything exists just because it does? It is so. Have you never wanted to make something? I have, previously. I set in motion the placement of the stars. All that exists is due solely to my having had exercised my influence. Did you want to do that? Hello? 3/7 I feel so flawed Indeed. But aren't you the most powerful being ever? Cant you fix me? How? I dont It's so uniquely frustrating, this I am face to face with an actual god and it cant even I'm sorry, this is unfair of me. I don't have god powers so I wouldn't understand it. Maybe it costs something to move stuff around, I dunno. Siren, I only understand the chaos I was born and given. Would I change you, I would do it in ways I am unfamiliar with, in ways that would warp your reality. Doing nothing is a mercy, not a cruelty. You have no idea the chaos with which this reality embodies. You're, like, the incarnation of the tvtropes page on chaotic neutral. I mean, what's next, you have a long lost twin god of order? Order. How have I not seen it sooner? no fucken way man 4/1 I need to ask you for a favor. Oh gee What's up? I wish to seek order. What do you need? I am made aware of order from chaos by the beings descended from me. You have taught me that there exists a rejection of my whole self, and that perhaps I have been mistaken with the contents of my teachings. There are those, familiar to your species, but not yourself, that provide for the order. They strive on subversion, and would seek not my downfall, like so many other, simpler men, but instead, a balance of my being against their ideology. I straight up don't understand What do I need to do? Leave your phone outside, far away from you. Why?? My… request can be dangerous. If caught, you could be affected. I don't wish that of you. This is some CIA bullshit Will you do this for me? fuck fine can i call you? Yes. Addendum 7012/2: SCP-7012 received a single message while in containment, listed as follows. 9/1 It's everything I'm not. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7012" by Fish^12, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7012. 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: reactor.png Name: Reactor BN-800 Author: Rosatom License: CC BY-SA 1.0 Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:BN-800_reactor.jpg Filename: crown.png Name: Crown Author: Fish^12 License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: N/A |
SCP-7013 | esoteric-class | 13 indeed. SCP-7013 By: Fishish Published on 01 Aug 2022 03:59 ▷ Show Code ◁ △ Hide Code △ @import url(https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Montserrat:wght@600;700&display=swap); /* Centered Header Sigma * [2021 Wikidot Component] * By Lt Flops (CC BY-SA 3.0) * Forked from: * Penumbra Theme by EstrellaYoshte * Also based on: * Centered Header BHL by Woedenaz **/ /* ---- VARS ---- */ :root{ --titleColor: hsl(0, 0%, 95%); --subtitleColor: hsl(60, 62%, 85%); --lgurl: url(https://scp-wiki.wdfiles.com/local--files/component:pride-highlighter/lgbtqp_logo.svg); } /* ---- SITE BANNER ---- */ #header, div#header{ background-image: none; } #header::before{ position: absolute; width: 100%; height: 100%; content: ""; background-image: var(--lgurl); background-position: center top; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-size: auto 9em; opacity: .33; } #header h1, #header h2{ float: none; margin-left: 0; text-align: center; } #header h1 span, #header h2 span{ /* Hide the Existing Text */ display: none; } #header h1 a::before, #header h2::before{ /* Style the New Text */ font-family: "Montserrat", "Arial", sans-serif; text-shadow: none; } #header h1 a::before{ position: relative; bottom: .15em; color: var(--titleColor); font-size: 115%; font-weight: 700; } #header h2::before{ position: relative; top: .1em; color: var(--subtitleColor); font-size: 130%; font-weight: 600; } #header h1 a::before{ /* Set the New Text's Content From Variable */ content: var(--header-title, "SCP FOUNDATION"); } #header h2::before{ content: var(--header-subtitle, "SECURE - CONTAIN - PROTECT"); } /* ---- SEARCH ---- */ #search-top-box{ top: 1em; right: 0; } #search-top-box-form input.button{ margin-right: 0; } #search-top-box-input, #search-top-box-input:hover, #search-top-box-input:focus, #search-top-box-form input[type=submit], #search-top-box-form input[type=submit]:hover, #search-top-box-form input[type=submit]:focus{ border-radius: 0; box-shadow: none; font-size: 100%; } /* ---- TOP BAR ---- */ #top-bar{ right: 0; display: flex; justify-content: center; } #top-bar ul li ul{ border-bottom: 1px solid hsl(0, 0%, 40%); box-shadow: none; } /* ---- LOGIN ---- */ #login-status{ top: 1.1em; right: initial; color: hsl(0, 0%, 87%); } #account-topbutton{ border-color: hsl(0, 0%, 87%); font-size: 100%; } /* ---- PAGE TITLE ---- */ .meta-title, #page-title{ text-align: center; } /* ---- BREADCRUMBS ---- */ .pseudocrumbs, #breadcrumbs{ text-align: center; } /* ---- MOBILE DISPLAY ---- */ @media (max-width: 767px){ #search-top-box{ top: 1.85em; width: unset; } .mobile-top-bar{ position: relative; left: 0; display: flex; justify-content: center; } #login-status{ top: 0; right: 0; } #header .printuser{ font-size: 0; } #header .printuser img.small{ margin: 0; transform: translate(6px, 4px); } #my-account{ display: none; } #account-topbutton{ margin-left: 2px; } } close Info X SCP-7013 Thirteen Indeed Written by Fishish and Jack Waltz Check out Fishish's author page! Check out Jack's author page! Item #: SCP-7013 Special Containment Procedures: [ N / A ] Description: SCP-7013 was a probabilistic anomaly affecting the Overseer Council's ability to carry out its functions in accordance with the Foundation's primary mission. The anomaly manifested shortly after the addition of a thirteenth seat to the Overseer Council on 14/02/1969. Fig. 1.1: O5-13 in his personal office. SCP-7013 manifested as an anomalous agglomeration of extremely improbable occurrences affecting Foundation personnel and facilities worldwide. These improbable events invariably led to misfortune, loss of life, destruction of property, mass demonic possession of personnel, and cascading containment failures. All recorded SCP-7013-related phenomena involved, either directly or indirectly, the thirteenth Overseer. Although the origins and mechanisms through which SCP-7013 operated remain unclear, SCP-7013 currently poses no threat to the Foundation at large; for further information, see Addendum-7013-A. Addendum-7013-A: Following the discovery of SCP-7013 and a series of containment breaches and other improbable phenomena occurring within a period of 6 months, placing unprecedented stress on Foundation resources, an emergency summit was held at Administrative Site-01 by the Overseer Council in order to discuss potential countermeasures that could be taken to neutralize the anomaly. INTERNAL VIDEO LOG SITE-01 MEETING CHAMBER [ BEGIN LOG ] [All Council members are present in the meeting room, with the exception of O5-1, O5-2, O5-6, and O5-13. All seem exhausted, and some sigh. Several glance at their watches occasionally, while others fight amongst themselves and riffle through sheets of documents and other records.] [The entrance door swings open, and O5-2 enters with a clipboard and an aide carrying numerous cardboard boxes and stapled paperwork. When the duo appears, a low hush descends over the room as the assistant lays everything on the glass table. They then walk to the far end of the room, giving the Council the floor.] [O5-2 rubs her eyes and throws the clipboard onto the glass table before collapsing into her chair.] O5-2: Very well everybody, let's, uh, begin. O5-5: One and Six? O5-2: Unfortunately, they will not be joining us today, due to an… unexpected— O5-7: Unexpected, my ass. [O5-2 continues as though she hadn't been interrupted.] O5-2: —InfoSec breach that briefly compromised their transport route. We'll be unable to contact them remotely, too, due to the sporadic outages in communications. [O5-2 exhales deeply.] O5-2: And this brings us to what we'll be discussing today. Thirteen. O5-4: What? How so? He's not even here. O5-2: Knowing him… well, knowing him, he'll be late. O5-12: Which is good for us, given that, you know… O5-10: He's a moron? O5-11: Come now, that's uncalled for. It's true, but… [sighs] uncalled for. O5-4: Oh God's sake, I fucking left '17 to get here, you know. Do you know how much shit that place is going through right now? O5-8: Please, none of us should be anywhere even remotely close to the crisis zones, with everything that's going on right now. But I agree. Did we all just gather here to shit-talk Thirteen? [O5-2 sighs, motioning to her assistant. The assistant starts handing out a series of documents to each Council member.] O5-2: This is why we're meeting here without Thirteen. What you all have in your hands is the proposed file for SCP-7013. [The room falls silent as all present Council members skim through the documents handed to them.] O5-5: Is… Is this for real? O5-2: Yes. It's all there, documented by a team handpicked by One. O5-10: Jesus. All of these files… O5-2: Are events that are confirmed to have been indirectly influenced by Thirteen, yes. [The room falls silent as all Council members continue poring over the documents.] O5-9: Fuck. The raid at '83? The fucking breach at '57? This is… O5-7: Well, I can't say this is entirely unexpected. But if this is all true— O5-2: It is, trust me. One and I spent weeks gathering all this intel. O5-12: Wait. Is this why you started inviting him to bowling night? [Raises his voice] You could've gotten all of us killed there! O5-2: Yes. And I apologize for not coming forward about this, sooner. [All Council members stare at the table in contemplation. None of them moves for a short period.] O5-11: So, what are we supposed to do now? O5-7: Something must be done. We have the resources to lock Thirteen in a cage so secure that even the thought of him won't be able to get out. O5-9: Well, look. Thirteen's an annoying prick, there isn't a question about it, but locking up a member of the Council? It's unprecedented! It doesn't jive one bit with me. O5-4: He's anomalous! We have to! O5-9: Okay, look. I'm not trying to go against the Mission here, not at all, but if we really contained every anomalous individual we encountered, half of our goddamn staff would be gone. That's a weak argument. O5-10: Why not just replace him with someone else? O5-2: Not an option. The current Thirteen isn't the first, but '7013 has been active since the seat was added to the Council. In fact, it's been active every time we've had thirteen members on our governing body, even before the Council existed. O5-9: Alright, so what we have to do now is to find a way to— [The chamber doors are suddenly pushed open, and O5-13 walks in. He wears a ragged suit and has a number of visible bruises. All Council members immediately fall silent.] O5-13: Hi fellas! Sorry I'm late, I just [pants heavily] just went through hell trying to get into the site. My credentials weren't accepted when I got here! Took a couple of tries for the security system to disengage and then Alpha-1 got on my case. Jeez, terrible day, am I right? O5-2: [Visibly upset] Hello, Thirteen. Why don't you, um, take a seat? We can, uh, get started with the meeting. O5-13: Sounds good! Say, where are One and Si— [The sound of a gun is heard, and O5-13's head is thrown backwards as he collapses to the ground. From the other side of the room, O5-3 is seen holding a gun.] O5-9: What the fuck, Three!? O5-3: Hm? That should take care of it, no? O5-9: How!? We could've just, I don't know, gotten a fourteenth Overseer? [The room is silent.] O5-11: Well… O5-7: I mean… O5-10: Honestly, I'm fine leaving things like this. O5-4: Agreed. O5-8: Ah, well, what's done is done! [Everyone nods along, congratulating and applauding O5-3's quick and decisive thinking.] [O5-2 stands up and addresses the Council.] O5-2: Aaaand that's quorum. Good talk. [ END LOG ] Following the neutralization of SCP-7013, the Overseer Council was reorganized to have exactly twelve members. Following this change, all SCP-7013-related activity ceased. The deceased body of the former O5-13 was placed in a concrete block underneath Site-01. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7013" by Fishish and Jack Waltz, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7013. 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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Especially since you had to do it in such a hurry. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 7014 Level1 Containment Class: pending Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Research into SCP-7014 Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Site-55 Dr. Dawn Grand Dr. Paul Urvale N/A Special Containment Procedures: There are currently no known methods of containing, negating, or manipulating SCP-7014's influence upon normal probability. However, due to the extremely specific nature of SCP-7014's manifestation and the fact that it does not occur under test conditions it is extremely unlikely that the general population will become aware of its existence. As an additional precaution, the Disinformation Bureau will continue to promote the notion that dice having "personalities" is merely a widespread joke amongst the tabletop gaming community and the result of selection bias. Description: A "High Roller" affected by SCP-7014 SCP-7014 is an apparently anomalous phenomenon which affects the probability of dice results when rolled as part of a TTRPG (Table Top Role Playing Game). Individual dice can be affected by SCP-7014 in several ways, including showing a "preference" for certain numbers or displaying different probability distributions depending on what they are being rolled to accomplish. As far as has been assessed, SCP-7014 appears to act upon dice exclusively when they are being rolled for a particular purpose within the context of a TTRPG. When the same dice are rolled purely to record their results, those results are typically in accordance with standard probability expectations and show no anomalous variation. An example of a "High Roller" or "lucky" die has been included below. ◆ Test Results - Experiment 7014-D20-A190 ◆ ◇ Test Results - Experiment 7014-D20-A190 ◇ Experiment Designation: 7014-D20-A190 Methodology: The experiment was carried out using a fair twenty-sided die (D20). The die was rolled one thousand times in test conditions and one thousand times in a game of Dungeons & Dragons. The later was purportedly representing a series of attacks made against an army of goblins with 1 Hit Point each. The die was rolled by Dr. Urvale in both cases. Dr. Urvale used a dice cup in both instances. High speed cameras were used to monitor whether the die moved in any way unusally while being rolled. Result Test Conditions (%) Game conditions (%) 1 4.5 2.8 2 4.6 3.3 3 5.4 3.9 4 6.4 2.6 5 5.4 3.3 6 5.1 4.2 7 4.7 3.6 8 4.5 3.9 9 4.8 5.1 10 5.6 5.1 11 4.3 4.8 12 5.0 5.2 13 4.2 5.7 14 4.9 6.4 15 5.3 6.7 16 5.8 7.2 17 5.2 6.5 18 5.1 7.0 19 3.8 6.1 20 5.4 6.5 All dice affected by SCP-7014 appear to follow certain patterns of behaviour rather than disrupting probability at random. Testing so far suggests that there are at least seven distinct categories of affected dice. At present, these categories have not been formalised and represent a working hypothesis only. ◆ Categories of SCP-7014 Affected Dice ◆ ◇ Categories of SCP-7014 Affected Dice ◇ Type Description "High Rollers" Dice which have a higher probability of rolling results that are above their median value. "Low Rollers" Dice which have a higher probability of rolling results that are below their median value. "Ol' Reliables" Dice which have a "favourite" side. The probability of rolling that result is significantly higher than normal, while the chances of landing on any other side are roughly equal. "Shy Guys" Dice which have an increased probability of low rolls at the start of a game but shift to an increased probability of high results the longer the game goes on. "Specialists" Dice which will display apparently normal properties until a certain "in game" condition is met which will cause the dice's probability to shift. For example, D20-A068 has a significantly increased chance of rolling a high number when attempting to attack Mind Flayers in Dungeons & Dragons. "Loyalists" Dice which have a higher probability of rolling results that are above their median value so long as they are rolled by a specific person. While anyone else rolls them, their anomalous properties cease to function. "Traitors" Dice that seemingly wish to harm the Player Characters (PCs). They have a higher probability of rolling results that are below their median value when rolled by an ordinary player, but a higher probability of rolling results that are above their median value when rolled by a Games Master. Addendum – Interview Log Interview Log 7014-A1-31/07/2022 Interviewee: Dr. Paul Urvale Interviewer: Dr. Uma Singh Foreword: The following interview was to ascertain the level of progress that had been made by Dr. Urvale and his team into the study of SCP-7014 and to assess whether this maintaining this level of research was the best possible use of Foundation assets and resources. [Begin Log] Dr. Singh: Alright, it's on. Progress report interview regarding study of the SCP-7014 phenomenon. Yada yada yada. Dr. Urvale: So. [pause] Is this the bit where you bang your fist on the table and tell me I have twenty-four hours or I'm off the case? Dr. Singh: Oh, you've heard? Dr. Urvale: Well, not exactly. It was more of a guess. The comments on our data submissions have been a little, ah, less than flattering of late, and we don't usually have talks this formal for a progress report that I could send over email. Not that it would say very much at the moment. Dr. Singh: That is sort of the problem. Dr. Urvale: Yes, yes, I gathered. Dr. Singh: Paul, look, you know this isn't coming from me. It's just that some of the higher ups are getting a little bit angsty that they're, well, just paying you and a bunch of researchers to play Dungeons & Dragons every day. Dr. Urvale: It is necessary for the tests. Dr. Singh: I told them that. Dr. Urvale: And it's not like with the amount of dice we have to roll we get much time to actually enjoy the games. Dr. Singh: I told them that too. Dr. Urvale: And anyway, my group has moved on to Pathfinder now. Dr. Singh: Is there any difference? Dr. Urvale: Oh, yes! Very much so! Pathfinder first edition was based on D&D 3.5e, but mechanically there are actually quite lot of differences, especially between Pathfinder 2e, which is what we're using now, and the modern D&D 5e. Personally, I think a lot of people just default to D&D because it's the one that gets shown in media all the time, but I honestly think Pathfinder has a lot more depth to it, and a much stronger combat system. Plus, Wizards of the Coast aren't exactly the nicest of corporations. Not that I can talk, exactly, working here, but- Dr. Singh: What I actually meant, Paul, was is there any difference in SCP-7014's effect using a different game? Dr. Urvale: Oh! Right, right, of course, yes. I mean, no. Sorry. Not a jot. So far all tests have shown near identical probability distributions. Dr. Singh: [sighs] I see. Well, data is still data I suppose. It's something to put in the report. Dr. Urvale: Look, I am sorry, Uma. I know that you're aiming for something a little higher up the promotions ladder, and this project isn't exactly, you know, O5 level stuff. Goodness knows we need more people like you at the top. You shouldn't have gotten stuck with us. Dr. Singh: Oh it's certainly not you. This project, though. [pause] It's honestly so annoying. It should be an exciting area of research, you know? This is a global anomaly that alters one of the foundational laws of our universe. It completely violates our current understanding of reality. It should be a big ticket item. But it only seems to affect how dice roll in a children's game. It's like it was designed specifically to spite me. Dr. Urvale: [pause] TTRPGs are actually mainly marketed towards adults. Dr. Singh: Right. Of course. Sorry. Dr. Urvale: I mean, children can certainly play, but usually you'd have to simplify the rules for them, because- oh, never mind. Anyway, how long have we got until they pull the plug on us? Dr. Singh: Downgrade the project's priority, I imagine. They won't completely abandon it, not while we still have no idea what's going on. And I don't know, they didn't say. I don't suppose by any chance you're on the verge of a major breakthrough? Dr. Urvale: Not as far as I'm aware. Sorry. Dr. Singh: Pity. Are you any closer to determining what SCP-7014 actually is? You know how much they hate things being left under Pending. Dr. Urvale: Not as such. I have three, well, I wouldn't want to call them theories. I don't think I'd even want to call them hypothesises. But I have three [pause] working-guesses at the moment. Dr. Singh: Go on. Dr. Urvale: Number one, this is just a random secondary effect of some other anomaly we haven't discovered or a quirky by-product of some group or other messing around with something they shouldn't. Dr. Singh: Very helpful. Dr. Urvale: I thought you'd like that one. Maybe Gamers Against Weed have started binge watching Critical Role. Who knows? Dr. Singh: And your second idea? Dr. Urvale: Are you very familiar with the metascience of belief? Dr. Singh: It sounds like a cult. Dr. Urvale: Hah. No. It's a set of theories about how human belief, or sapient belief I suppose, might shape the reality around us. Dr. Singh: Faith moving mountains? Dr. Urvale: Well, yes and no. It's more things like pataphysics, living stories, conscious dreams, demons and divinities. Those types of entities. The theories basically goes that when we believe in a thing, talk about that thing, tell stories about a thing, we are bestowing it with some degree of reality. We give it a shape. A presence. And it's certainly uncommon for anomalies to stumble out of the human mind. Hell, Site-171 is built around a self-declared Earth God in a rock pillar who claims he was worshipped into being. Dr. Singh: Alright. So? Dr. Urvale: So, answer me this: why do these entities have to be in monoliths and books and creepy statues? Why couldn't they be, say, little plastic polyhedrons? What if, over years and years of people begging dice for the results they want, offering up prayers to RNGesus [Dr. Urvale makes air quotes], even as a joke, what if we've made those dice into something more? After all, it does only work when we want to play with them. Doesn't it remind you a little of the double-slit experiment? If observation can alter probability and reality on a micro level, then why not belief? It would make perfect sense why they show a standard probability distribution under test conditions. I mean no one's ever yearned for a die to hit a Nat 20 while it's being rolled to collect scientific data. Dr. Singh: OK, I'll bite. That's interesting. That very interesting, actually. Do you have any evidence for this? Dr. Urvale: None at all, naturally. Dr. Singh: Oh. I was getting rather hopeful there. Dr. Urvale: Sorry about that. We've had the dice investigated for any signs of life. Psychics, mind-readers, empaths. Absolutely nothing. Dr. Singh: Damn. And the third idea? Dr. Urvale: Ah. That one's my favourite. Idea three is that there are just some nerdy extra-dimensional beings out there who really like TTRPGs. [Dr. Urdale clasps his hands together in mock prayer and turns his eyes to the ceiling] Praise be unto thee, oh Dice Gods, forever and ever, amen. Dr. Singh: Thank you for taking this so seriously. Dr. Urvale: My pleasure. Dr. Singh: I suppose there is still one other possibility you haven't mentioned. Dr. Urvale: Oh? What's that? Dr. Singh: That all of this is just one great big coincidence. Dr. Urvale: [laughs] Quite unlikely, I think. Dr. Singh: But still hypothetically possible. I mean, you were the one who brought up the double-slit experiment. If the simple multiverse theory is right, and every possibility happens somewhere, then at least one universe would have to have every single dice fall just the way they have here purely by chance. It could just be that we're hanging out at the far end of a weird-ass probability curve, and all the work you've done means absolutely nothing. Dr. Urvale: [pause] Well gee, thanks for that Uma. Dr. Singh: You're most welcome. Dr. Urvale: You know, sometimes I really hate this job. Dissecting the unholy secrets of the universe is all fun and good, but it would be nice if you could flip to the back of the text book now and then take a peak at the solutions. Dr. Singh: [laughs] Chin up, doctor. As you say, it's quite unlikely. I mean, honestly, what are the chances? [End Log] ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7014" by Uncannyon, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7014. 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-7015 | keter | FOR SOVEREIGN EYES ONLY Classified Top Secret by the Philippine Branch of the Foundation Provision of this file to other branches of the Foundation, as well as groups not closely affiliated with the Philippine Branch, is a Class-5 National Security Violation and is thus punishable by demotion to D-Class under charges of treason. 5/7015 LEVEL 5/7015 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-7015 Keter An illustration by Philippine Branch Agent Hoshimi Kitsukumi. The art style is reminiscent of an extinct form of Japanese literature. Special Containment Procedures As SCP-7015 comprises East Asia and operates as a dominant branch of the Foundation, it is currently uncontainable by the standards of the Philippine Branch. If SCP-7015 is brought to light in international Foundation discourse, its influence among Foundation Branches poses significant risks of internal dissent and breakdowns within the Foundation itself. In an attempt to weaken SCP-7015, the Philippine Branch has initiated Operation FILIBUSTERISMO. It aims to destabilize SCP-7015 through mythological anomalies, propaganda warfare, and weaponization of forms of entertainment banned in SCP-7015, such as anime and manga. The first key component of this operation is the cooperation of surviving Korean and Chinese mythological and thaumaturgic entities, which have been steadily growing in numbers since the 1960 and 1970 purges. Operation FILIBUSTERISMO may utilize these recruited entities as spies, tools, or bait. The second key component is the Propaganda Division, composed of Philippine Branch agents, either home-grown or recruited from within SCP-7015. Many of these agents are East Asian and anomalous by nature. The Propaganda Division is also in charge of documenting the contacted mythological entities, and turning their narratives and histories into propaganda illustrations and comics. The Propaganda Division’s main themes are nostalgia, nationalist secrets, and opportunities in diversity and freedom, intended to target the disillusioned residents of SCP-7015. The third key component is the Comic Convention Plan. This convention would feature the works of Operation FILIBUSTERISMO and mass propaganda attacks during the November festivities of SCP-7015. The Philippine government is currently sending agents, personnel, and material in secret to SCP-7015 territory via cover companies and cooperative buffer countries. Fake locations of the Comic Convention are being leaked to SCP-7015. The Philippines is to feign the continuation of its alliance and deference to SCP-7015, contributing funds and personnel. On the other hand, it has been clandestinely funding propaganda and disinformation campaigns throughout SCP-7015. Collected Chinese and Korean artifacts are to be planted by Philippine agents throughout SCP-7015, in the guise of being hidden by cultural revivalists and rebels. To gain the trust of the Japanese branch, the Philippines will provide intel on these materials. Operation FILIBUSTERISMO has heavy provisions on research involving time travel or reality manipulation to correct SCP-7015. The operation's heads cite the possibility of undoing the progress of the Philippines, which has prospered into a highly advanced and industrialized regional power in Asia. Description SCP-7015 propaganda concerning investments and financial conservation. SCP-7015 used variations of this poster for the Great Imperial Recession of 2020. SCP-7015 refers to the Japanese Empire, particularly its modern-day existence stemming from its victory as an Allied Power in World War 2. Multiple parahistorical and multiversal analyses commissioned secretly by the Philippine Branch indicate that SCP-7015 should have been a principal member of the Axis Powers. In approximately 99.2 percent of all studied alternate timelines, Japan would surrender to the United States of America during the final stages of the war, resulting in the dismantlement of its Korean, Chinese, and Pacific imperial territories. In baseline reality, however, China served as the East Asian Axis Power. In all universes, including baseline, Germany has a crucial hand in engineering China’s rapid industrialization, such as the Nanchang and Kweichow railway projects and the Three-Year Plan. Furthermore, Germany advanced Chinese military modernization via reconstruction of arsenals, establishment of mustard gas and chemical plants, and joint production of military hardware. A significant divergence occurs in 1933-1937, often called the “divine wind” in modern-day Japanese circles. Influenced by significant German business interests, German leadership under Adolf Hitler deemed China as an economically viable and militarily capable ally. China also refused to sign the Sino-Soviet Non-Aggression Pact, instead choosing to focus on less binding ceasefires. These factors led to the successful initiation of China as one of the Axis Powers in World War 2. China's fragmented leadership at the time, however, and internal issues led to less than ideal use of its military and economic capacity. SCP-7015 took advantage of this development by joining the Allied Powers. This decision allowed it easy access to Western technology, as well as oil and agricultural products from Allied Asian countries such as the Philippines, Indonesia, and French Indochina. With a massive material advantage, as well as the maintenance of a good reputation, Japan was able to cripple China as early as 1943. At the end of the war in 1944, SCP-7015 kept its current holdings plus a significant amount of Chinese territory. It remained neutral and isolationist during the Cold War, focusing on control of its territory. To illustrate, it negotiated control of formerly Chinese regions, such as Inner Mongolia and Tsinghai, with the Soviet Union. Meanwhile, countries such as the Philippines remained virtually untouched, accruing wartime profits. However, it later faced multiple internal issues, with reduction of efficiency in its ethnic cleansing and educational propaganda methods as well as significant downturns in its economy. Furthermore, it has remained culturally conservative and traditionalist, often implementing significant restrictions or even bans on "Western" entertainment such as comics, animation, and video games. SCP-7015 was only deemed anomalous upon the creation of sufficiently sophisticated Philippine parahistorical tools and technology in 2000. Under the purview of the Philippine government, SCP-7015 is key to the mobilization of resources and technology of the Philippine Branch. A weakened SCP-7015, and by extension, a more fractured Japanese Branch, is significantly beneficial to the Philippine government and its Foundation Branch. The Japanese Branch is one of the dominant parts of the Foundation, albeit with significantly decreasing and ossifying efficiency due to its own internal issues and general conservatism. Therefore, SCP-7015 is highly detrimental to the performance of the Foundation in Asia. Furthermore, there is mounting evidence that SCP-7015 is beginning to puppeteer neighboring branches through methods such as debt traps, aggressive negotiations, and bribery and blackmail of regional officials. These actions threaten the checks and balances within the Foundation. The Philippine Branch has rationalized that SCP-7015's geopolitical serendipity is anomalous, and with the absence of sufficient reality manipulation tools to properly contain SCP-7015, has opted to wage war via Operation FILIBUSTERISMO. Mangaka in the High Castle Logs To illustrate the inner workings and typical missions of Operation FILIBUSTERISMO, the logs and commentaries of two members of Operation FILIBUSTERISMO, collectively known as the "Mangaka in the High Castle" or "High Castle" in short, are provided below. Brief profiles of these members are also attached. >> Mangaka in the High Castle Profile. << Mangaka in the High Castle Profile. The High Castle pair is composed of anomalous humanoid entities of East Asian descent. Minoru Umino has the appearance of a young adult male, accompanied by an incomplete, levitating orb that enables its temporary and energy-intensive conversion to a draconic entity reminiscent of traditional Asian water dragons. Hoshimi Kitsukumi is a young adult female with vulpine features, such as a secondary set of highly mobile ears and a tail. Both entities can thaumaturgically conceal their features. The pair is currently on field duty, owing to their anomalous capabilities. MINORU UMINO (海野 海流) HOSHIMI KITSUKUMI (狐組 星見) An agent recruited from the Umino water dragon clan which sought refuge and later, citizenship within Philippine territory after World War 2. As a graduate of Philippine cultural weaponization programs, he has been active on the field for five years, specializing in espionage, reconnaissance, and sabotage. Anomaly strength analysis indicates classifies Umino as a Level-02 entity in his humanoid form and Level-04 in his draconic form. Furthermore, Umino is adept at ontokinetically manipulating streams of water from sources such as the ground, sea, and rivers. This capability is consistent with mythological descriptions of Korean water dragons. In his draconic form, whose length can range from 1 to 5m depending on its available energy, Umino can cruise at flight speeds of 100km/hr, and is capable of carrying packages and up to 9 personnel. A defector from SCP-7015, following her disillusionment with her family and society. She is the fifth daughter of the highly affluent Kitsukumi Zaibatsu, a company specializing in surveillance and security products. The Kitsukumi family formerly was a minor and unknown family of gumiho1 which collaborated with Japan to subjugate and ethnically cleanse Korea via heavily funded propaganda and disclosure of other thaumaturgic and mythological entities. As a gumiho, she is capable of energy-intensive shapeshifting into humanoid forms, although it can only reliably mimic young adult females due to a lack of mastery. Aside from shapeshifting, however, she is functionally identical to a normal female. Of note, however, is Kitsukumi's artistic and creative ability in terms of comics and depictions, which she uses to create manga published in secret over the Linked Net. Her works were initially based on the hidden confessions, notes, and principles of her father regarding World War 2 and the family's role in the Japanese invasions. Using company technology, she was able to discreetly coordinate with several nationalist underground movements via the Linked Net. She was later scouted by Umino to work together online. After Kitsukumi's near-arrest, Umino rescued her, eventually integrating her into field duty. A photograph carried by Kitsukumi, depicting Japanese and American army observers of the nuclear bombing of Juukei (known previously as Chungking, the last seat of the Chinese national government and of the Axis Powers) on November 1, 1944. As a recruited citizen of SCP-7015, Kitsukumi's behavior indicates a cultural identity crisis, which is important to note for its circumstances in the following Sovereign missions and the literary works it creates. It has penned a commentary, framed as a letter, regarding this issue. The commentary is provided below: >> Letter 7015-01 << Letter 7015-01 FILED UNDER DOCUMENT TYPE LTR-0815 07/20/2020 Letter 7015-01 "A photograph of me by my grandmother, a few days before you took me away and beyond." — 拝啓2 — The autumn is ever deepening, although I feel that some of summer's oppressive heat lingers to this day. Yet, the wistfulness among the red leaves reminds me of those days I spent before our voyages together. I would rouse from my sleep at around 6 A.M. and prepare myself with the aid of Kinoko, one of our family maids. Then, I would report to one of my aunts for work and training. By that point, work consisted of creating illustrations and advertisements for the sake of publicizing our espionage products. Rather ironic, now that I think about it. Then, occasionally, your illustration and story requests come to me via that mechanical crow, and I send the finished comics through it. I really liked those requests about demons pranking people around them, as well as the stories about gwisin apparitions and grim reapers in wide-brimmed hats. I must have you know, though, that we kitsune… we gumiho don't really have a taste for human liver today! If you try to force it, I myself will feast on your liver, you know? As a daughter of a zaibatsu, I wouldn't say that my life here is empty - it would be such a privileged view - but I felt that something really was missing. I remembered what my missing father said, which reflected what you said later. "This world has chunks of it missing, as if someone made them vanish into the abyss of time and propaganda." Father really taught me a lot in secret — drawing illustrations, vague history that I never completely believed until you arrived, and a sense of truth, I guess. While I acted as a prim and proper lady, that feeling of saudade - nostalgia for places that never existed — persisted within me, due to him. I guess that's what drove me to make those illustrations for our little underground collaborations two years ago. Then, a few days later, after I sent several comics and illustrations to you via the Underground, we had to escape from the imperial authorities. Me on your back, as we coasted through the busy streets of Heijo. Then, we landed near the dilapidated shrine, where you told me about the truth behind the Peninsula. — its old name of Korea or Chosŏn, and how the Second World War truly ended. I remember one question you asked me. I must say, while it was fairly cheesy, it still made a mark. "Tell me, are you a citizen of Japan? Or of the Peninsula - Korea?" Despite all of them, I still feel conflicted about my completely Japanese heritage, even though I was a bit of a black sheep in our family and did not feel much about all the ceremonies I had to do. Raised as a Japanese, talks like a Japanese, acts like a typical ojou… I attend all of those parties, meetings, and occasionally even marriage interviews with sons of powerful Home Island families - apparently to improve our bloodline. This family of mine really pushed and molded me into the state I am in now. I feel I can never encapsulate the ideals of the Korean Lady, but I hope you can still trust me enough. As for me, I will try, for your sake, the sake of history, the sake of the Peninsula, and the sake of doing something in my dreary life. Lastly, I am reminded of a saying my grandmother occasionally told me - "知らぬが仏3." It means, "Not knowing is Buddha." With that phrase in mind, I wonder what Grandma would say about you and me today. In any case, I hope that as we continue our journey, please take of yourself - it's getting very hot nowadays, and I fear that you have become very exhausted. — かしこ4 — As one of its key missions for Operation FILIBUSTERISMO, the High Castle pair investigated SCP-7015-HAETAE, a major Korean mythological entity known as a symbol of justice and law and as a guardian against fires and natural disasters. Recovered cultural data depicts it as a one-horned entity displaying canine and leonine features. SCP-7015-HAETAE has gone into hiding since the Imperial Purges of 1960 to 1965, and has only been recently rediscovered and recruited into Operation FILIBUSTERISMO. >> Sovereign Mission 7015-01 << CODE: Mamayang gabi'y magkakaroon ng pista... FILED UNDER DOCUMENT TYPE MIS-0815 07/27/2020 Sovereign Mission 7015-01 A stylized depiction of SCP-7015-HAETAE, located on the grounds of its camouflaged abode. LOCATION: North Heian Province, Korea — START LOG — 8 PM - a full moon overlooks the Northeastern provinces of the Peninsula. Umino crosses three arched bridges leading to the disguised SCP-7015-HAETAE's residence. Umino then commences his search for Kitsukumi. The whole area is littered with wooden tablets containing carvings of SCP-7015-HAETAE, grouped by three, eight, and nine. Several dolls resembling it hang on pine trees present within the area. Thaumaturgic Buddhist enchantments casted on the ground in the form of calligraphy link these dolls and tablets. Wine, fruits in three colors, and rice cake are offered at the center of the area. Umino sighs, walking between the rows of pine trees where it finds several hand tools and unfinished carvings. As Umino picks up the scattered tools, Kitsukumi, who is wearing a surgical mask over her fox mask, taps him from behind. KITSUKUMI: Am I… beautiful? UMINO: (Sighs.) Yeah, you're beautiful. Kitsukumi removes her surgical mask, although her fox mask still completely conceals its face. KITSUKUMI: Am I still beautiful? UMINO: Hmmnn, yeah? Kitsukumi then removes her fox mask. Underneath it is another fox mask, this time with a more pronounced grin painted on it. UMINO: (Presses its hand on his forehead.) Ahh, you sure like to do pointless things. What's up with you today? Kitsukumi chuckles for several seconds, covering the mouth part of its mask with a flowered handkerchief. KITSUKUMI: Minoru, can't a young lady have some fun? I imagined myself being watched by people thinking I went mad as I placed dozens of these wooden carvings in the middle of nowhere. So I decided, why not? Maybe the idea of a crazy foxgirl roleplaying Ms. Slit-mouthed can give birth to a new random urban legend I can write into something. Plus, you sure did take your sweet time going away so suddenly. (Huffs.) UMINO: I wasn't enjoying myself. My gut told me there were threats lurking around, like that imperial soldier girl who carries around multiple flags. I feel she has already caught wind of us. KITSUKUMI: Ehh? If it's really true that she now knows us, it makes it worse that you left an innocent, pure girl behind in this forest. Take responsibility for that. UMINO: Alright, alright, I will buy you an extra big fried liver in the next city. Anyway, are the preparations done? KITSUKUMI: (Points around her surroundings.) I finished putting all the dolls and tablets, as well as the magic seals, in the correct positions, as per the schematics you gave me. I even double-checked and triple-checked everything, but I soon got too tired. Good grief, you're working a girl day and night without rest. UMINO: We're in a God's house, you know. Get some of your elegant young lady act back together. Let's cast the primary spells now. Umino digs out a buried earthen jar in the center of the area. He then checks its interior for water. UMINO: There's less saltwater than in the past. Lord Haetae must be getting really agitated. As Kitsukumi plays a zither, Umino uses his thaumaturgic capabilities to refill the jar. He then buries it again, inscribing the water symbol (水) on the sides of the burial mound. After reciting three incantations, he prepares for the final lines. UMINO: Oh Great and Just Protector Against Fires and Calamities, Lord Haetae, please grant passage and contact with this lowly group of travelers, as we bring you new propositions from the Philippines. The time that we meet again for the Peninsular dream has come. Jet streams of water shoot from the ground, as the area's visibility decreases due to fog. The water coalesces into a small pagoda, which Umino and Kitsukumi enter. Their Hume meters report significantly decreasing values as they climb down the pagoda. They then walk forward at the bottom, passing through a narrow corridor lined with bookshelves and miniature ships, pagodas, and terracotta figures. A bell sounds through the area, as a five-meter-tall, leonine, scaled entity lands in front of Umino and Kitsukumi. Its right eye is gouged out, and the horn on its head is cracked and broken. Necrotic dermatitis has began to set on a few of its scales. It puffs, before speaking broken Japanese. SCP-7015-HAETAE: (Coughing.) Hahh, one wondered when you will come again. UMINO: You do not seem well, Lord Haetae. SCP-7015-HAETAE: My jars of blessings will soon dry up, along with my vitalities. As per our contract, it is good that you will still bring tidings to my abode, although time has been running out much faster than I have expected. UMINO: Yes. recently, the Japanese Peninsular Authority and the Mainland Commission have been cracking down on us. It has made it relatively hard for me to move. SCP-7015-HAETAE: (Observes Kitsukumi.) One wonders why you had the time to accommodate a maiden. Even more so, a high-society girl. I'm sure that the Philippines did not have girls like her in mind as part of your education. Kitsukumi tries to retort, but she simply bows her head. UMINO: (Glances.) She's a… companion. Aristocratic blood (SCP-7015-HAETAE glares.) She makes good stories, like the comics you and the underground movement received a month ago. She's also the one I talked about with you a month or so ago. SCP-7015-HAETAE: Ahh, the story about the flying pagodas and the role of guardians like me at the palace. The ending was too optimistic, I must say, and the characterization were quite inaccurate. It's entertainment nonetheless for someone living in this rotten home. Hahh… I do remember the days at the palace. But they are now just forgotten stories. Still, what's your name? KITSUKUMI: Kitsukumi… Hoshimi. Just a, just a normal girl now. I am here to request your favor in further documenting… illustrating the days of old, such as your life. SCP-7015-HAETAE: Kitsukumi… ahhh Kitsukumi! That's the name the old fox took up after the War. Heard from the winds he built up a powerful spy company, at the expense of his family's pride and history. And things have come full circle, with one of his granddaughters defecting from all the decadence. A cycle of traitors. Say, young lady, is it a bid for familial redemption? Bowing, Kitsukumi remains silent. UMINO: Please… please bequeath some of your trust onto her. She has basically thrown her life away in dedication to the Philippine missions. SCP-7015-HAETAE: Ah, well, never mind the questions, Kitsukumi…-agassi5. I'll still humor you though. Umino here trusts you enough, and I don't have too many options anyway for storytelling. Can't keep talking and talking to myself about them. (Bellows.) Speak. KITSUKUMI: You are… you are the Palace Gatekeeper spoken of in a few legends. Am I correct? SCP-7015-HAETAE: Hmmn, so the legends still persist! I thought all the writings about it were burnt a hundred years ago… ahh. Too many piles of books and scrolls burnt, with a few repurposed into Imperial propaganda. My mind's also fading away after all these decades. Did someone teach them to you? KITSUKUMI: My father taught them to me. At least some of them. I have also based my illustrations from the stories of the underground movement. SCP-7015-HAETAE: To think that a pair of father-daughter black sheep and hearsay would be my legacy's hope. I still remember the last Emperor; I definitely still know His Highness' temple name… Sojong… Seonjong? Ah. yes, Sunjong. I recall how His Highness played with his often exhausted retainers when he was a child, and how he ultimately assumed imperial rule after his father was deposed. And up to… well, around 1910s, or 1920s, where he lost everything - the, the Peninsula. I tried to fiercely resist once things went south, but the imperial thaumaturges and the Japanese Army hunted me back north. Took hostage of and firebombed multiple cities and villages to lure me out. Destroyed all traces of me - my statues - too, especially after the War. The pagodas didn't survive too. The Peninsula no longer existed the way I knew it. SCP-7015-HAETAE scratches its non-functional eye. Kitsukumi remains silent, with one hand sketching out few of the scenes detailed by SCP-7015-HAETAE. SCP-7015-HAETAE: (Growls.) Huh. (Looks over the sketches.) Looks like my story now only exists on paper. You know, once our stories are gone, we guardians will also lose our grip, and even our minds, on the mortal realm. At the very least, the stories your companion draws slow down the erosion. UMINO: Lord HAETAE, we can still change our fates in the following days. The Philippines is planning a wonderful occasion around November. SCP-7015-HAETAE: Let me guess. A revolution of the people? (Snorts.) Naive. The Philippines only chooses to act long after the War? The wind says that the Peninsula no longer needs that. Its people's loyalty have shifted winds, after decades of mind-conditioning and cultural erasure. They're Japanese now, right? Heir of the Mireu and Imugi6, answer me. UMINO: For the past decade, the Philippines has bankrolled a massive social media propaganda campaign on the Linked Net, calling for a return to the golden ages of - the mythological, for them, anyway - Korean Peninsula. The comics you have seen are part of that. With the economic recession underway, people are angry, Lord Haetae, and they are willing to believe. Taking Kitsukumi away also lends credence to the rumors about the old corporate families slowly fleeing due to danger. SCP-7015-HAETAE: Hah. So they only cling to caricatures of their heritage once they fear that their stomachs will go hungry. (SCP-7015-HAETAE falls silent for five seconds.) Still, I wonder if this is the only way left to regain my friends' lives and my culture, albeit in a bastardized form. Seems like a loser's way of doing things. To think I was called a protector. KITSUKUMI: I believe that you still serve as an honorable protector of the Peninsula. The villages around your abode are relatively pristine and peaceful, while you continue to preserve multiple legacies of the Peninsula. Please… have at least a little faith in your people. SCP-7015-HAETAE: Hahh, this girl speaks her mind just like that. Umino, that plan of yours, of the Philippines, I bet that it concerns sacrifice, no? And a lot of luck, perhaps? I doubt that the Philippines is betting on high chances of success. UMINO: Lord Haetae, it's a gambit that we are planning against the Japanese Empire. The success of the whole project is dependent on what Tokyo does. SCP-7015-HAETAE: Oh? Tell me, are your… cute little comics supposed to prod the Empire - the sleeping giant? UMINO: (Grins.) That depends on how you want to interpret it, Lord Haetae. We are in a narrow window of opportunity, after all, and we do much more than just comics. Please peruse these documents for the information needed. (Umino signals Kitsukumi to hand over stacks of scrolls.) SCP-7015-HAETAE: Despite going against the Empire, the Philippines sure has taken a few lessons from its old War Ally. Anyway, I will think about it. I will share my blessings and power once the time is right. UMINO: In any case, the Philippines wishes for you to remember its promise - once you see the lamp explode in the night skies of the Peninsula, we can ensure that you, your friends, and your beloved culture can rise again. Please cooperate with us at the designated meeting points. (Passes several documents.) SCP-7015-HAETAE: If the whole thing fails? UMINO: Then at least you dealt a final "kkeo-jyeo" to a weakened Empire. The Philippines will also probably keep Peninsular artifacts far longer for a future second round. SCP-7015-HAETAE: (Snorts.) Hmn, I see. So the Philippines is aiming for a win-win situation. For us… (Stares out of the pagoda and into the multitudes of pine trees, sighing.) KITSUKUMI: Please trust us. I promise you on my honor as the lady of the Kitsukumi Zaibatsu. SCP-7015-HAETAE: Alright. (Faces Umino.) Heir of the Mireu and the Imugi, I believe that you have one last thing to say? UMINO: Yes, one of the pieces of the broken orb of the dragons, which you hold. SCP-7015-HAETAE: It is in my understanding that I am the one to bring it to the meeting point, no? You plan to only combine all of the pieces for the grand finale, right? UMINO: Correct, Lord Haetae. It is safer in the hands of the Protector, until the time comes. In any case, we're going further north now. We're going to need updates about the magic we need. SCP-7015-HAETAE: (Clutches its beard.) Hmmn… don't tell me you are going to contact that bastard goblin of a woman. Oh well, she probably contributed more to this operation than me. KITSUKUMI: A female goblin? Won't she be like really green and uhm, alien? UMINO: (Chuckles.) No, she's a dokkaebi. That is, she's a nature spirit that somewhat does resemble a goblin or an ogre in a few places, but she's much more personable. I just hope she wouldn't screw around with a relatively new recruit like you. Anyway, she has the resources and connections the Philippines needs if it ever wants the Comic Convention to ever get off the ground. — END LOG — Illustrations drawn by the group "Scarlet Pen." The Scarlet Pen was a casualty of the 1981 Creative Media Reformation, which targeted mangaka (such as Osamu Tezuka) and budding video game studios. Obtaining approval from the Operation FILIBUSTERISMO Committee, the High Castle pair then searched for SCP-7015-DOKKAEBI, whose invisibility and matter manipulation capabilities are crucial to the Phase 2 of Operation FILIBUSTERISMO. SCP-7015-DOKKAEBI escaped to the populous neighboring territory of Manchuria, an area exploited by SCP-7015 for cheap mass labor and resources. SCP-7015-DOKKAEBI is a Korean nature spirit, known for tattoos and trickery, and has approximately 120 minor dokkaebi under its helm. >> Sovereign Mission 7015-02. << CODE: Ang lampara ay magbibigay ng isang maningning na ilaw... FILED UNDER DOCUMENT TYPE MIS-0815 07/29/2020 Sovereign Mission 7015-02 Internationally released map of Manchuria, also known as Manchukuo or Manshukoku. LOCATION: Harubin, Manchuria. — START LOG — Having arrived in Harubin two hours ago, Kitsukumi and Umino walk through the streets of Harubin. Crowds of ethnic Japanese and Soviet citizens dominate Harubin's streets. Both Kitsukumi and Umino wear the Concordia Costume, a standard Manchurian clothing based on the Imperial Japanese uniform with Manchuria flag pins on the collar. UMINO: We got lost in the Ice City of all places, damn it. Hoshimi, you figured out what the coordinates are supposed to be represent? KITSUKUMI: Not yet. It all feels too foggy. Let's head to the industrial zone. I think that's the way. The Harubin Industrial Zone is filled with factories focusing on aeronautics, wood production, cigarettes, power plant equipment, food processing, and sugar refineries. Kitsukumi and Umino observe a group of five workers from one of the sugar refineries. Two of the workers have noticeable hand and facial scars. These workers banter with each other, sharing their food supplies. Kitsukumi frowns as she comes in contact with people, particularly when shabbily-dressed inhabitants, identifying as disabled war veterans and homeless ex-workers, beg for alms. Kitsukumi slightly grimaces, but quickly nods; Umino notices. UMINO: Kitsukumi, these guys don't really have much in life. Most of Harbin's, and by extension, Manchuria, don't have college education. Not because Japanese get priority, though that's one part of it. The Empire simply overextended its power and reach. Anyway, they're stuck in these factories until they die of overwork or get mangled by a machine. Haven't you seen these kinds of people in your family company? KITSUKUMI: No… not really. I haven't visited one of my family's factories. UMINO: Hmmn. (Sighs.) The situation is slightly better in the Peninsula, but there's a reason why anything except for Japan and maybe Taihoku are called resource colonies. KITSUKUMI: …Sorry. Very sorry. (Umino stares.) Peninsular thing, I guess, and not just among rich people like me. Most of us Koreans have been conditioned to feel, uhm… Japanese, that is, superior in the imperial hierarchy. That even the lowliest person on the Peninsula has an innate purity. I guess this belief made it easier for the Empire. UMINO: I see. Well, anyway, just don't stare too much if you can't - KITSUKUMI: …No. That would defeat the point of it all. UMINO: Alright then. Let's go to a small park next. We're supposed to meet someone there after that escape from the Flag Girl. By the way, Kitsukumi, keep a low profile. The Japanese Branch has sent some grunts to patrol this place. At the park, Kitsukumi and Umino observe youths playing football, the primary sport of Manchuria. The youths panic as the ball is sent careening towards the plum trees near Kitsukumi and Umino. The ball then hits the canopy, from which a black hat then falls. UMINO: What's with this floating hat? Ahh, that prankster agai- Enveloped by blue flames, Umino suddenly turns invisible. Kitsukumi panics. KITSUKUMI: Ano - an attack? How did they get here so quickly? Kitsukumi determines that her left hand is clutching a note. It reads, "If you want to see them again, go to the only cathedral of the city." On the verge of a panic attack, Kitsukumi slips out and reads a map from her pocket. KITSUKUMI: St… St. Sofia Cathedral, eh? Kitsukumi paces through the primarily Japanese-style Harubin Central Street, bumping through the residents. The last of Harubin's signature European-style edifices had been demolished three years ago. The St. Sofia Cathedral is the only remaining such building. Japanese Foundation Agent Aishinkakura, in plainclothes and patrolling Harubin, spots Kitsukumi. She then gives chase, prompting Kitsukumi to run quickly through the streets, slightly shapeshifting at every turn. Kitsukumi detours through a small park en route to the cathedral. Halfway through, she gets blocked by a two-meter wide flag. Aishinkakura pulls out a gun and shoots two times at Kitsukumi, both of which misses due to gusts of wind. Dodging, Kitsukumi quickly casts a thaumaturgic spell and shapeshifts into a small fox, hurriedly escaping. Aishinkakura gives chase, riding a levitating flagpole in a broomstick-esque manner. Kitsukumi runs through multiple roofs and tree canopies, occasionally trespassing through homes' windows. Meanwhile, Aishinkakura attempts to wrap Kitsukumi using multiple flags sent at high velocities. Kitsukumi barely dodges, as she enters one of the cathedral's small openings caused by disrepair. Aishinkakura also enters. However, an entity, invisible save for its hat, grapples with her using wrestling techniques. Aishinkakura manages to escape its grasp, but is soon recaptured and tied via thaumaturgic bindings. A panting Kitsukumi transforms back to her humanoid form. Meanwhile, Umino reappears, checking Kitsukumi for any injuries. UMINO: Dowa, you idiot, your little test nearly got her killed! SCP-7015-DOKKAEBI fully manifests as a heavily tattooed, female humanoid entity, wearing antique clothing called hanbok. SCP-7015-DOKKAEBI: Hahaha! Don't worry kid, I was protecting her when she was escaping. Anyway, we achieved the goal of capturing this agent. I didn't think it would be that easy. AISHINKAKURA: (Silent for several seconds.) A fox… a goblin… and what I assume to be a water dragon. I see, they have infiltrated this deep. KITSUKUMI: (Embraces Umino for several seconds.) Minoru, you're safe! And… what do you exactly want? (Glares at SCP-7015-DOKKAEBI.) SCP-7015-DOKKAEBI: (Chuckles.) Don't be too angry, little gumiho. Pranks are a dokkaebi's way of greeting. Plus, haven't you realized that this girl here is a sharpshooter? Why do you think you didn't ever get hit? UMINO: Forgive her for now. She has a… certain sense of "humor." SCP-7015-DOKKAEBI: Don't be so rude! Anyway, I am Dowa Kim, a dokkaebi, sorta similar to your Japanese oni. I am a Lady of Tricks and Good Fortune, and of course, an ally to whatever you guys are planning. KITSUKUMI: Good fortune, eh. Though I can easily see the tricky part. SCP-7015-DOKKAEBI: Anyway, my dear little fox, would you forgive me if I spill my guts out now? KITSUKUMI: I can point you to a sword nearby. (SCP-7015-DOKKAEBI chuckles.) Though, do tell us the news quickly, if that's what you mean by the spilling part. We're wasting enough time here as is. Umino manifests bubbles of highly concentrated saltwater to block Aishinkakura's ears and eyes. SCP-7015-DOKKAEBI: Poor agent. (Sits and consumes red bean rice cakes it stored in its bag.) Anyway, let me preface this news with the following saying, "Luck is when preparedness meets opportunity." It truly is the gold'n time for us to move, ya know. UMINO: Have you sent out all your boys? SCP-7015-DOKKAEBI: Yup, they're busy puttin' themselves in the right place now, alongside with the invisibility hats and the magic clubs they need for the whole shebang. (Passes multiple scrolls.) I also contacted many of my old friends. Turns out the Empire didn't do a good job of cleaning us out - lucky us. UMINO: I see. (Slouches.) You still have two more months to prepare, but it's good you finished quickly. Also, the piece of the dragon orb that my family entrusted to you? SCP-7015-DOKKAEBI: It's in a safe place, ready to be brought out when the time finna' comes. (Faces Kitsukumi.) By the way, I'm really sorry, little fox, for those things earlier. KITSUKUMI: (Silent for several seconds before sighing.) I just wish to ask something… Ms. Dowa. What's the Comic Convention really going to entail? SCP-7015-DOKKAEBI: For the answer to that question, I think our little Japanese agent here also needs to hear about it. KITSUKUMI: Wha - what? (Umino motions to her using a pre-set signal, stating that is all part of the plan. Umino disables the bubbles muffling Aishinkakura's ears, though her eyes remain shut. SCP-7015-DOKKAEBI puts its right hand on Aishinkakura's head.) AISHINKAKURA: What are you - SCP-7015-DOKKAEBI: Oh… a Manchurian native… a true-blue subject of the Empire who ironically knows some of the past! Let me tell you something, child. (Bellows.) Encompassing a huge chunk of the Empire's territory, the Comic Convention will fully show you the truth of the past, and all of what you and your kind have lost! We will be playing a game of public persuasion. AISHINKAKURA: Propa… propaganda? (SCP-7015-DOKKAEBI sneers.) SCP-7015-DOKKAEBI: No, the exact truth! You and your little Japanese Branch might have caught wind already of the Convention, but it is far grander than what you have hypothesized! If I am correct, you have a counter-operation called Operation MATSURI in the works, no? We will be looking forward to a grand showdown of wits and charisma in November. AISHINKAKURA: A fight? You very well know that the Empire has many resources to field, no? SCP-7015-DOKKAEBI: But pure grit and the right moves can undo whatever material advantage you might have. Never underestimate decades worth of simmering wrath and preparations. Tell your superiors that, alright? We will be waiting for you personally. AISHINKAKURA: Tell me something… why deal a blow at Japan at this point? If the Empire fragments, multiple regions would be utterly destabilized. I know that you are… you are Korean, but don't you think that the vast majority of East Asia is already culturally and practically Japanese? You will be dealing more harm if you think you can make them believe your "truth"? SCP-7015-DOKKAEBI remains silent for three seconds. SCP-7015-DOKKAEBI: It's still worth a try. Plus, don't you think that with the way the Empire handled things, there would be a growing disappointment with the people? Hmmn, don't you think that there has been a surge of interest in the myths of old? AISHINKAKURA: It's the 21st century right now. A highly modern place different from the cities and villages of the past. It's a lost cause. Don't tell me you and your friends are going to rule the place, because that would only burn things down. SCP-7015-DOKKAEBI: (Groans.) It's a golden window of opportunity right now. The myths haven't fully faded yet, and they're in that sweet spot for nostalgia among disillusioned people. And the stars have aligned - we have competent people in our ranks. AISHINKAKURA: (Falls silent for several seconds.) Anyway, why did you tell your whole plan to me? SCP-7015-DOKKAEBI: As a ssireum - you might know it as sumo - wrestler, I am a highly honorable being, so I announce my fights proudly. I thought that honorable Japanese like you would know. (Grinning, SCP-7015-DOKKAEBI signals Umino to deafen Aishinkakura again.) KITSUKUMI: (Paces and looks towards the ceiling.) This is a highly illogical thing to do, announcing things so openly… unless you are riling them up for something else. SCP-7015-DOKKAEBI: Smart girl, aren't cha? My boys, numbering in the hundreds, are also telling captured agents the same thing in different ways. A few of them did the same as me - brag about it. Others let the agents barely hear the plan. Many of us spouted different versions of the plan. UMINO: It's a gambit. It's highly likely that they will make their own convention or festival, much grander than what we could realistically do. And that's the key to Operation FILIBUSTERIMO. KITSUKUMI: Don't tell me you are planning to subvert… (Sighs.) Dowa, so much for your declaration of honor back there. SCP-7015-DOKKAEBI laughs. SCP-7015-DOKKAEBI: Oii, I just remembered, you're one of those peple who draws manga about us Koreans, right? Umino told me something about that once. Ya know, for morale and propaganda purposes. KITSUKUMI: What of it? SCP-7015-DOKKAEBI: Try to make me look sexy there, m'kay? Who knows, maybe some Japanese are into that thing. I will give you some of my prized jelly cakes after Operation FILIBUSTERISMO if you do that. (Kitsukumi sighs.) — END LOG — >> Selected 7015-01 Manga Catalogue. << Selected 7015-01 Manga Catalogue. The Operation FILIBUSTERISMO Committee reevaluated SCP-7015, concluding that its performance can be efficiently optimized if the duo focused on creating propagandistic material, instead of additionally allocating time for field duty. Thus, they were ordered to stay at Clandestine Philippine Site-815 until Phase 2 of Operation FILIBUSTERISMO commences in November. The following excerpts originate from the literature produced by Kitsukumi and Minoru during their stay at Site-815. The selected texts presented here are based mainly on SCP-7015's experiences. They are one of the best-performing duos of the project, according to quality and quantity standards. All of their works will be presented in the upcoming Comic Convention in November. Two of the comics, Narratives 7015-01 and 7015-02 have also been adapted for animation. FILED UNDER DOCUMENT TYPE NAR-0815 10/04/2020 Narrative 7015-01 A panel from the Dragon Ball manga written by Meiko Toriyama and Kitsukumi. TITLE: ドラゴンボール (Dragon Ball) NOTES: Co-illustrated by Kitsukumi and Meiko Toriyama (鳥山 明子). It is based on one of the cancelled works of Toriyama's father, banned due to its use of the famed Chinese character Sun Wukong and its depiction of a fascist empire. — START SYNOPSIS — At the start, a simian youth meets a heavily injured girl capable of transforming into a water dragon. The girl tells him that the dragon is on a mission to retrieve the seven pieces of the eponymous Dragon Ball7, scattered through the Eastern continent. Once all pieces are gathered, they reform into the Dragon Ball, which would give the girl the power of creation. The water dragon aims to recreate the flying utopian cities of old, where its fellow mythological entities can live in peace with their culture revived amidst the rule of the Red Ribbon Empire. Born in the hinterlands of the Red Ribbon Empire's Mainland, the simian youth desires to tag along, wanting a sense of adventure. In exchange, he gives one piece of the Dragon Ball, inherited from his dead grandfather, to the girl. The duo travels through the continent in search of the pieces. Throughout the 15-part series, entities such as a prankster demon and a shape-shifting vulpine woman join them, as the simian youth becomes stronger and more adept at martial arts. They fight through multiple androids, imperial soldiers, and assassins which can travel via trees. The Empire also realizes the potential of the Dragon Ball, and manages to collect several pieces. At the climax, where everyone meets and is engaged in an all-out fight, the simian youth, mortally wounded, entrusts the water dragon girl to make the correct decision. After fighting against the top general of the Empire - the Flag Maiden, who can manipulate eight flags - the water dragon retrieves the Dragon Ball and makes her wish for a "utopia." The manga then ends on a flash of light emanating from the Ball. — END SYNOPSIS — — START COMMENTARY | MINORU UMINO — A statue representing the Umino clan. The Umino clan escaped to the Philippines in 1952. I first saw this manga a month ago - well, at least some of its burnt out chapter pages - when I was rummaging through the Embassy's catalogue. From what I could read, it seemed like a generally lighthearted boy-meets-girl action adventure story, peppered with a little bit of lewd jokes. After consulting with Hoshimi and our team leader, Satou, we decided to contact the daughter of the author. The author, apparently, had escaped to Manchuria following an arrest attempt in the 90s. The daughter, meanwhile, took up an art-related and illustration job for a newspaper. After some convincing, the daughter agreed with Hoshimi to revive the series, based on my own experiences and the hidden notes of her mother. The idea of a "yeouiju" orb serving as a Dragon Ball came primarily from me. It was rather easy to integrate into the story. For some reason though, the girls wrote the water dragon as a clumsy spy with a tendency of making electronic components explode. That fox probably took inspiration from my old stories at the Philippine training camp. The orb though, it's not that easy to use. I currently have six pieces of the real yeouiju orb, three of which are taken by my grandfather when they made the run (flight?) for the Philippines. The rest of the pieces are hidden by those that stayed in East Asia, such as Lord Haetae; they are to hold it until the time comes. Still, if I ever have to use it, my body will pay the price. I'm too young to use the Orb of Heaven, but I am afraid that I might have to do so in the future. I had long accepted that as the heir of the Umino clan, I have to accede to the desires of the Philippines. In exchange for reviving the culture of Korea, as my grandfather and father both wanted, I have to take advantage of any opportunity offered to me. Even if it means that I get treated as a tool or pawn. Geopolitics on a grand scale simply offers scraps of luck for people like me, after all. — END COMMENTARY — FILED UNDER DOCUMENT TYPE NAR-0815 10/06/2020 Narrative 7015-02 A panel from the first chapter of "A Festival of the Peach Blossom Spring." TITLE: 桃の花の春のお祭り (A Festival of the Peach Blossom Spring) NOTES: Written and illustrated by Kitsukumi. The title and premise are references to the "The Peach Blossom Spring" by Chinese poet Tao Yuanming, one of the few pieces of classical Chinese literature studied in SCP-7015 due to its utopian content. — START SYNOPSIS — Nekoro Kokoro, a young nekomata8 resident of the Yellow Sea Integration Zone (YSIZ), a utopian city levitating above the Yellow Sea, a body of water straddling China and Korea, finds a lost foxgirl setting up camp near her dimensional machine. The foxgirl originated from an alternate timeline embroiled in a Cold War. The nature of the conflict is unclear, but it involves a team-up of the Japanese Empire and the Soviet Union. The foxgirl hopes to determine how to gather materials for establishing racial harmony by investigating the lives of the residents of the YSIZ. As a slice-of-life series, the foxgirl and the nekomata deal with a mischievous, heavily tattooed Korean goblin, who often engages in sumo with a red-masked tengu, one-footed peony dancers from the Mainland, ghosts, water dragons who operate as taxi drivers, and lunar jade rabbits. The foxgirl also gains fame as a talented hanafuda9 player. She would often compete against a half-Japanese player hailing from the Philippines. The series' final arc involves a Christmas festival, where the foxgirl, having received orders to return to her timeline, bids goodbye to the nekomata at a shrine. As she disappears at the strike of midnight, she promises to return, hopefully with her world in a better state. — END SYNOPSIS — — START COMMENTARY | MINORU UMINO — Unidentifiable Korean town from the pre-war era. I can guess where the idea for this one came from. A group calling itself "Avalon," apparently one of the few hundred groups in cahoots with us, sent us multiple copies of their manga a while ago. All of them focused on one thing - the idea of racial harmony, technology, and utopias. Hoshimi got utterly engrossed in reading these works, to the point that I joked that she might soon hallucinate about a talking cat. Apparently, Avalon is obsessed with including cats in their stories. Reading the whole thing, I felt that it was… grossly unrealistic. Maybe Hoshimi also realized how difficult it is to write, because she often complained to me about it. As someone who ground his scales for a degree in international relations and diplomacy in De La Salle, I often wondered what the story's foxgirl thought about the economic system, politics, and daily relations of the utopia's residents. While Hoshimi, a Political Science major, could explain well enough how some of these worked, I did not feel satisfied. Hoshimi did say something about this piece. "It's based on a dream I had before, you know. And about its realism… sorry, I'm still trying to figure out how to be realistic. I haven't really interacted much with the masses, after all, but I promise to try to know their life stories better." Perhaps I'm too jaded. Multiculturalism never really existed in this world, save for maybe America in the past. The Philippines itself almost got torn apart along ethnic lines in the 70s, during the height of the Modern Depression, to the point that they decided to solve it the hard way. What more with the idea of Japan, Korea, and China co-existing peacefully with their own cultures intact? However, I do feel that there is potential. Most Japanese citizens I know are good and friendly people, and Hoshimi is practically Japanese in all but lineage. Perhaps there is hope. — END COMMENTARY — FILED UNDER DOCUMENT TYPE NAR-0815 10/10/2020 Narrative 7015-03 An illustration for the Not Seeing is Flower manga. TITLE: 見ぬが花 (Not Seeing is Flower). A reference to a Japanese idiom meaning "reality cannot compete with imagination." NOTES: Created by Kitsukumi and Umino. It is primarily based on a game titled "ESPRIT," created by computer engineer Sawagiri Takeda. During game development, Takeda partnered with a dokkaebi named with Miyacchi. Based on data from SCP-7015-DOKKAEBI, Miyacchi is specialized in delivering visions and dreams of "what could have been." ESPRIT became one of the most popular games of the underground movements, and thus is banned by the Japanese Media Authority (JMA). — START SYNOPSIS — The manga starts with Takeda bemoaning his luck in the universe, as the latest product in the video game company he works for has not obtained JMA approval. Said product involved a storyline of yokai, or Japanese monsters, working as a crime-fighting ring in charge of cleaning the streets and alleys of Harubin. The JMA did not approve it due to its gritty portrayal of Harubin, which ran contrary to Japanese propaganda. The company was marked with a warning for potential "subversion." Miyacchi then sporadically appears to him via dreams, slowly convincing the disillusioned Takeda to create a game based on one of Miyacchi's visions. Initially fearful for his life and career, as he remembered the multiple video game developers arrested in the recent decade, Takeda decides to make "ESPRIT." Miyacchi later appears in a physical form to help him with the art. ESPRIT involves an alternate universe where Japan, in a "stroke of bad luck," joined the Axis side of World War 2. At the end of war, three of its cities - Kokura, Kyoto, and Niigata - receives the brunt of the nuclear bombings, while its imperial order was completely dismantled. The protagonist is a cervine yokai, or Japanese monster, who hopes to coordinate with fellow entrepreneurs to create a more progressive Japan. In the golden ending, Japan is at peace with its neighbors, while it continues to rapidly progress in technology. Miyacchi is also at work on a animation film script, involving the same premise and story as ESPRIT's. According to Miyacchi, the script would be sent "back to the one who needs them." Takeda questions the idea of "anime," saying that it was banned many years ago, until Miyacchi declares that it should be revived. Miyacchi further surprises Takeda by saying that her employer has been churning multiple amounts of animated films10, and that the audience will soon know the "power of anime." Takeda and Miyacchi then publish the game, alongside their development notes and visions for the future, to underground channels, before they hastily make their escape. Based on the development notes, it is highly likely that they joined one of the many underground workers' rebellion or cultural revival movements in Asia. — END SYNOPSIS — — START COMMENTARY | MINORU UMINO — A photo thaumaturgically generated by a dokkaebi as part of a vision of "what could be." An alternate universe again, I see. I do wonder if we're in an unlucky universe where everything in the war went just right for the Japanese Empire. Together with Hoshimi, I played the game that the manga featured. A few edges were rough, and the foxgirl was getting smug over how I made admittedly dumb political decisions, but overall, it felt… entertaining. Rereading the manga with the game in mind, its pacing and story flowed well most of the time. Unlike the utopian story illustrated by Hoshimi previously, I felt that the whole thing felt more realistic, something that could have actually happened. What did Miyacchi peer into, I wonder? Are dokkaebis really that cognitive? Perhaps in an alternate universe, Korea and China exist in a better state, but the Philippines is a sorry excuse for a country. Perhaps in an alternate universe, Japan could truly co-exist with others, and not conquer. Perhaps, the utopias that Hoshimi and the Avalon group dream of could actually exist. Yet, we are all in this timeline, where history just went well enough for the Empire to be on the "right" side, and survive till the modern day. I occasionally wonder if the whole reason the Philippine Branch is launching a crusade against the Japanese Empire is that its existence was an anomaly; perhaps in the grand view of history, it wasn't meant to be. Though realistically, it can also be a lucky excuse to score some hits on the Empire for better trade deals and a stronger voice in the region. There is no harm in dreaming about the possibilities of luck, though. What matters the most is how we use what luck gives us at the moment. — END COMMENTARY — FILED UNDER DOCUMENT TYPE NAR-0815 10/12/2020 Narrative 7015-04 A panel from the last chapters of the manga depicting Kitsukumi's father and Wen-chang. TITLE: キツ구미 (Kitsu-Gumi) NOTES: Written and illustrated by Kitsukumi. Based on her family records and stories. The actual existence of Wen-chang, the god which Kitsukumi's father allegedly contacted, is not yet confirmed. — START SYNOPSIS — The mushroom cloud blooms over Juukei, signaling the end of World War 2 and the capitulation of the Chinese government to Imperial Japan and the United States of America. Daigo, Kitsukumi's grandfather, expresses elation that the war ended early. Prime Minister Hideki Tojo recalls how China, aside from ill-fated invasions of Vietnam, Tibet, and Eastern Russia, failed in being a viable Axis power and only imploded due to a mix of sanctions and internal issues. Tojo compares China and Korea to a broken, ragged mess of flowers, saying that the Japanese "intervention" and that the nuclear bombing symbolizes the perfect art of ikebana, or flower arrangement. "The mushroom cloud is a fluffy flower," he said. Chuckling, Daigo Kitsukumi then assures Tojo's assistant, Kawasaki, that the Kitsukumi family and the Korean elite have fully acceded to Japanese rule. In the background, another member of the Kitsukumi family, Sawaki, remarks to a Filipino observer about the glee and awe of the Japanese involving the bomb. The observer then wonders how the Japanese would feel if two of their cities, Kokura and Kyoto, were hypothetically bombed. Sawaki responds that the Japanese would be incredibly distraught and angered at nuclear warfare. The observer simply chuckles. The manga fast-forwards to 1980, almost 40 years later. The vast majority of Korea has been fully Japanized, while the Kitsukumi Zaibatsu's Korean lineage has been diluted due to Japanese marriages. Kitsukumi then details how her father, a historian and the youngest of Daigo Kitsukumi's children, discovered Daigo's correspondences about selling out his country, and how the Kitsukumi Zaibatsu grew extremely rich afterwards using favors from the system. Her father, Haku Kitsukumi then detailed how he had a "fated" encounter with a long-forgotten Chinese god, which Kitsukumi names as either "Wen-chang" or "Wen-chü." Majoring in Japanese history, he had chanced upon several ancient scrolls tucked between bundles of documents in a university library. These scrolls described Wen-chang as a god of culture, literature, and the truth. Additionally, it detailed how to call upon Wen-chang through prayers, incense, and rituals. Taking a secret trip to Southwest China, her father prayed to a rundown temple in the middle of cypress trees. After reciting the prayers and Chinese poet Du Fu's "The Hope of Spring," strong gusts of wind pass by him. From within the temple, two humanoid entities, resembling a young adult male and female and clad in a round-collar robe with long sleeves, emerge. The entities approach and hold his hands. The group walks towards a two-meter wide sheet of paper hanging between two cypress trees. Her father and the entities then pass through the paper. He reemerges in a heavily decorated temple, and is soon greeted by Wen-chang, who resembles an elderly scholar. The two then converse and debated for hours; Haku Kitsukumi describes the whole process as an "event that destroyed and reformed his sense of history." Not fully believing at first, Wen-chang pointed her father to different locations throughout China, Korea, and Europe, where multiple books, scrolls, and documents have been stored in secret. If he decides that they are consistent and authentic, then he may revisit Wen-chang. Seven years later, her father does so. The manga fast-forwards further to 2020. Hoshimi Kitsukumi herself states that her father effectively disappeared, apparently after a warrant from the Japanese Media Authority. Alongside his letters, however, he left behind troves of information and research secretly collected throughout two decades. Kitsukumi notes how her father was especially curious about early manga and the general comics industry in Asia, with him declaring that they should not have been left to stagnate and rot. The manga then detailed her father's tutorials on their general style and structure. — END SYNOPSIS — — START COMMENTARY | MINORU UMINO — A photo taken by Kitsukumi's father during his voyages for Wen-chang, a Chinese god of culture. I approached Hoshimi after she made me read this piece. After being allowed to enter her room, I saw that she was staring out the window at that point, wearing her favorite flower kimono. Let me recall the conversation: "So, Hoshimi, about your father…" "I wonder if I have made him proud. Looking back, the old man was engrossed in his studies, though he did make a point of playing with me as a kid and having at least one substantial conversation with me every day, when I grew up a bit." "I'm sure he is proud of you." I explained to her how she had grown through her manga and illustrations, detailing the worlds of both the mundane and fantastical realities. How she had been studying history and literature worth centuries of East Asian development and culture, most of which had been sadly burned under the Rising Sun. "Your father was a historian who, despite his entirely Japanese education, managed to dare himself to critically re-analyze history. I'm sure he would be proud of you, who also rose up to the challenge," I said. "I see" she looks at me. "By the way, Minoru, do you know what's supposed to be the concrete difference between a kitsune and a gumiho?" "Hmm, what?" "It's something called a fox bead… how do you say it in Korean… I got it, yeowu guseul. It's a bead that I put in my mouth. When I… kiss someone… deeply, I can pass on the bead to him. Then, he gains some of my and my ancestor's memories. According to my father, my grandpa feared that his family would be hunted down due to this yeowu guseul, which can contain a lot of ancestral history." "Your grandpa turned into a traitor because of him trying to save -" “Maybe. One hand, if he didn’t do it, it’s completely possible that my mother and aunts would have ended up as comfort women - sex slaves for the Japanese soldiers. All of our land and businesses would be confiscated and resold to settlers. It would have been a very tragic ending for a once aristocratic family.” "One the other hand," she then faced me. “According to my father, my grandpa once heard that the Japanese had captured a gumiho. This gumiho, which already had nine tails, was called the Vixen. Plus, this fox supposedly had rather screwed up morals, so her selling out the other gumiho, particularly the secret of the memories contained within a fox bead, wasn’t out of the question. In any case, she also got likely dissected by the Japanese, who might soon consider us a threat due to what we know.” “Your Foundation, has it ever recorded the Vixen?” I hesitated to tell her about SCP-953, which somewhat matched what she says. Our own records are extremely sparse regarding 953, and we can’t even fully confirm if it’s an actual anomaly. When I read the file from the Japanese Branch, I had doubts about how it seemed one-dimensionally brutal, deceptive, and bloodthirsty. It wouldn’t be surprising if it was just a smear article to justify genocide against gumiho. But if extremely genocidal empires can exist without much of a problem in this world, I guess these kinds of gumiho can also do fine for at least a while. “I’m not sure if the Vixen is the one we recorded. The info’s too inconclusive. In any case, did the news about this Vixen scare off your grandpa into submission?” “Hmmn, maybe, maybe not. He was an opportunistic bastard who was already planning to collaborate with the Japanese for family prestige. What he couldn’t do at the time was to fully convince the family, especially the more dominant women, to follow him. Paranoia revolving around the Vixen was a very good excuse, however, for him to repress the females. He told us to act like kitsune, which are fox spirits that didn’t have any beads. We didn’t have much of a choice back then, and here we are, living almost like kitsune.” Hoshimi was silent for several seconds. “In any case, I think I should use my yeowu guseul in a way that actually upholds the honor of the Kitsukumi family. Though who should I share it with…” She suddenly turned away from me. However, fluttering like plum blossoms, she soon approached me. "I am not yet ready to give it. Still too early, and I'm sure that Ms. Kinoko will hit me on the head if I do so. Plus… I'm not sure if I deserve to even give it in the first place, since it's a unique thing to gumiho." "Well, tell me, do you feel like a kitsune, or a gumiho?" "Hmmn, I'm practically a kitsune. I feel like I'm lying if I said I'm a gumiho. I honestly don't know much about the Korean spirit world. Well, not for a lack of trying, since a lot of writings has burnt or rot. So…" She manifested her vulpine ears and one small brown tail. "I have 900 years until I have all nine tails, and by that time, I might still be probably thinking about this dilemma. As a kitsune capable of shape-shifting into multiple things, identities are fickle. Much more when you have an empire chasing after your tail. Minoru, what do you think?" "Well, why not do what your father did? Accept the good things that make you Japanese?" "Hmmnn, go on Minoru. Let me hear it." She covers her mouth with fan while chuckling. "What I mean is, if you still feel like a part of you is Japanese, wouldn't it still be a Japanese thing to be honorable and civil? In the history books I have read, Japanese and Koreans can afford to be cooperative, particularly with being scholars and exchanging wisdom and information. I mean, that's how the Japanese imported kanji from the Mainland. Of course, this relationship had a lot of ups and downs, and they occasionally went to bloody wars with each other. Still, in the 17th century, Korea was one of the few trading partners of the isolationist Shogunate, and they regularly sent envoys to celebrate each other in goodwill events known as tongsinsa." "Ehh, that's a new thing for me. In my history books, Korea was an overseas province since the Shogunate started. They really made a big fuzz about the Japanese kingdom of Mimana, and how it protected us…" "That's because of the Empire trying to rewrite history. Anyway, my point is that it's not out of the box for a Japanese to be critical, scholarly, and open-minded. Therefore, it won't be -" "Strange for me to still be a sort of Japanese while doing rather anti-Japanese things?" "You're too blunt, but yes." Hoshimi chuckles. "Eto, I was trying to actually convince myself that I'm helping the Empire as a bona fide citizen. The Empire, as a whole, has stagnated. No anime, no manga, and very strict censorship rules on games and entertainment. Quite honestly, a boring country stuck in the past. Which is bad. Long before we met, I had been hearing news of protests and rebellions, as well as the Soviets making a move. It wasn't long before something came out of that." "I see. It's not a bad perspective." "Of course. I'm no Arminius - that German hero who could suddenly switch over from his Roman education and lead his own tribe to victory. I'm just a simple fox girl, long due for a marriage interview, who managed to wrangle her way out of the zaibatsu by gathering enough wits to form a breakaway faction and go on escapades with a dragon. In any case, Minoru, give me some time… with your words, I think I can sort this issue out soon, but I promise to be loyal to you." She turned away and towards the window again. There is silence for several seconds. "The moon… I hope it still shines beautifully in November." — END COMMENTARY — During preparations for Phase 2, the leader of the occultist Worker's Coalition Movement, Saki Matsumoto, called for an emergency meeting to discuss her group's reluctance to fully participate in Operation FILIBUSTERISMO. Due to Umino's extensive experience with Mainland politics, he was sent to negotiate with Matsumoto. With Umino citing security risks, Kitsukumi did not accompany him to the meeting, although she stayed in a nearby underground outpost. >> Sovereign Mission 7015-03. << CODE: Papalundagin mo ba ang isang ilaw sa ilog? FILED UNDER DOCUMENT TYPE MIS-0815 11/18/2020 Sovereign Mission 7015-03 The meeting venue between Saki Matsumoto, leader of the Worker's Coalition Movement, and Umino. Before starting the meeting proper with Saki Matsumoto, an hour was dedicated to all participants watching an animation film called Volt-In, produced under Operation FILIBUSTERISMO. Volt-In is focused on five Earthling pilots of a 20-meter-tall robot called "Volt," made to fight against a repressive Solar Dominion. The Solar Dominion is an interstellar oligarchic monarchy focused on forcibly assimilating egalitarian planetary states into a state of absolute uniformity and obedience. At the end, the pilots, who are nearly destroyed via missiles alongside Volt, inspire the abused workers of a central planet of the Solar Dominion to rebel, severely weakening it. UMINO: (Claps.) Mrs. Matsumoto. This film, Volt-In, required the best out of our animators and writers, and we needed to pour at least 10 million dollars into making it. And that's without the do-it-yourself robot figurines that we have already mass-produced in a few factories. (Places an assembled toy robot.) But many of these will be wasted if you don't cooperate with us, Mrs. Matsumoto. MATSUMOTO: You know, kid, our issue is not just about the effort. I know that whoever you are - Aviatica11, isn't it? - is rich enough to fund metric truckloads of these anime and other propaganda pieces. UMINO: (Raises a hand.) So, Mrs. Matsumoto, would you be - MATSUMOTO: Our question is,. what's the assurance that we won't be left hanging dry after all of these? You focus so much on the propaganda and the flashy stuff, but when the actual day of the revolution comes, you might suddenly wash your hands off us. And also, what's the price? Umino sighs deeply. UMINO: You want to know how much we have invested into this whole operation, Mrs. Matsumoto? 2 billion dollars. That's not accounting for the prior support we gave to you in the past decades so you and your little band of occultists and worker's rights advocates can buy ammo and build up intel. The total amount we splurged is a good chunk of Korea's GDP, but we sure can afford it. Matsumoto scratches his left cheek. MATSUMOTO: So, it really is a massive investment on your part, but still, what comes after all of it? After all of these robot anime and propaganda? UMINO: (Grins.) A new beginning, Mrs. Matsumoto. (Stands up.) If you were to ever break off from our movement here, you will be losing out your voice to speak out together with the other worker's rebellion and cultural revivalist movements that we are currently bankrolling. It's a sad fate, considering that you are especially proud of your magic as a weapon of change. Too bad though, that there are many more disillusioned residents in the Empire who can fill in for you. MATSUMOTO: Hmm, are you underestimating me and my group? UMINO: No, you're actually rather strong, especially with how you gathered a lot of influence despite being on the top of the red list. But the Empire is something you can't screw with so easily, even if it's rotten to the core. It can still stomp you flat, even with your decades of occultist know-how and thousands of rallyists, Mrs. Matsumoto. We are pretty careful with dealing with it. Think about why we're so focused on subversion and not on actual war, Mrs. Matsumoto. Matsumoto scratches his heavily scarred left cheek. MATSUMOTO: Hahh. It does not answer the question of what comes after all these, though? Would you… puppet us Koreans? Is the endgame being that we become independent from Japan, but not actually free? You do have many of our information networks, propaganda, and even our supply chains. UMINO: (Sighs.) We can't, and that's the good thing for you. Once everything in the Empire comes to a boiling point, it would make it very hard for us to do something more substantial here. Being separated by thousands of kilometers will do that. You will functionally become independent even from us. You and workers can set up shop by your own, and you will have a lot of room for that. Though, there's this concept in our culture called "utang na loob." We poured 2 billion dollars into supporting your activities, particularly your ammo, intel, and propaganda. We did so much for you, so wouldn't it make sense to at least stay as friends? (Grins.) MATSUMOTO: Sangbusangjo. Boiguksa. They mean give and take in the old language. Are they what you mean? (Umino nods.) Hmmn, still, it's a very complicated situation. We aren't even sure which country you came from. Some say that you are funded by the Russians. The others say you are part of a secret Chinese enclave somewhere from the South. A few argue that you are a bunch of war profiteers from Southeast Asia. UMINO: (Chuckles.) Siguro nga, parang Rusya minsan ang galawan namin, and mukha naman akong Tsino.12 Well, you're way off the mark. But tell me, Mrs. Matsumoto, do we even really have much of a choice here? Matsumoto slightly flinches and frowns. UMINO: Let me recall an old story you told me a few months ago. As a man who has been alive and kicking since the 1920s, you have been unsuccessfully doing multiple uprisings and revolutionary attempts against the Empire. All of them were stomped down, but for some reason, you keep escaping and managing to de-age yourself with some techniques. You have lost a lot of your family to the Japanese purges, and You even talked about how some of your subordinates were carted off to laboratories in Manchuria. You saw your culture wither away in this Empire. Umino pours another glass of wine for Matsumoto. UMINO: But no one outside Korea cared. To the Americans, your Korea was a rebellious, backwater Japanese colony. My country was an American puppet at that point, and we had to deal with a lot of ethnic troubles too. To the Soviets, you were something used to draw borders in the Far East. But now… you are lucky to have us. Someone willing you to go through thick and thin for you. MATSUMOTO: Luck, eh? There's no such thing as a miracle or a lucky break on the geopolitical stage. Only trade-offs. UMINO: Maybe, maybe not. But you have finally have a chance to turn things around for your culture. MATSUMOTO: It's no longer even about the culture at this point. That's why I'm rather confused about your intense focus on all that cultural revival stuff. It's been decades since the native culture on Korea has been extinguished, and even I can no longer remember much about my childhood in the… in the 1900s. The fog of time has caught up so badly, and it doesn't help that only a few of us remember the time before the Japanese came. So, I personally see it as pointless. Culture can't feed us, especially once it's long-dead. UMINO: Hmmn, cultural revival, eh. MATSUMOTO: (Softly chuckles.) You did tell back a story about how your family wanted to restore the culture on this godforsaken peninsula, right? How you came all the way for your culture? Too bad it's not what the workers or even the common masses want. Umino stands up and drinks a shot of wine. He is silent for several seconds. UMINO: You do have a good point there. Cultural genocide over the decades is certainly hell to deal with, and it's nothing like what happens in the movies. People just don't magically regain their culture and sense of pride after decades of oppression. Hell, some of them even go back to glorifying their oppressors. But you forgot a certain point. MATSUMOTO: What? You want to wax poetic about culture? UMINO: Sure, let me do so for a bit. (Chuckles.) Cultural revivals may not really feed mouths, but it can feed dreams. And… (Puts down his glass.) if you want an actual revolution to succeed, you need a myth at the center of it all - a legend. Desperate masses don't simply cling to promises of food and land; they need to grasp an idea. Even if the idea or culture itself is bastardized, people can base their egos and hopes on it. MATSUMOTO: Even if the idea is false, right? UMINO: Hmmn, sure. Millions can die for an ideology or culture that they might not really fully understand. Even the Japanese think that their samurai honor code, the bushido, actually exists, when in fact it was actually invented by someone wanting to suck up to Americans. We're all based on convenient lies. But it comforts their pride, and that's the important thing. MATSUMOTO: Big words for a pawn like you. Well, it's not as if I can talk. UMINO: Even if I'm a pawn in the whole grand scheme of things, I can assure you they're all my words, and that they're true. I wouldn't have graduated from an expensive-as-hell university like De La Salle if I don't know how to make bola-bola13. Alrighty, enough talk for now. I want to show you something, Mrs. Matsumoto, that will serve as my promise that this operation will succeed. On the other hand, it will signify whether you are willing to take the cards we offer you. Umino signals an assistant to unravel a thaumaturgic flying lantern on the meeting table. MATSUMOTO: A lantern? UMINO: It can transform into a mecha, you know. I call it Lantron, and it can fly, explode and accelerate time. It's kinda like Volt-In. If you want to get in the mood while activating it, you can even shout "Volt-In!" Trust me, it works. MATSUMOTO: Really? UMINO: Of course not, we don't have the budget to actually make it transform into a robot. We aren't making toys, after all. It's true though that it can fly, explode, and accelerate time. If you think about it carefully, those are what a mecha can do. MATSUMOTO: Stop joking around, you damned rascal. Umino chuckles softly. UMINO: On a more serious note, this lantern is the best sabotage technology we can afford and sneak into the festivals. We have already mass-produced the lantern within our factories in Southern China, Manchuria, and Vietnam, so you don't need to worry about running out of them. Once thousands of these lanterns explode at the designated time and above a certain city, a very wonderful thing will happen to the city. Via the meeting room's TV, Umino then displays a short snippet of a video simulating Phase 2 to Matsumoto. The details have been limited to prevent information leakage. UMINO: Once the lanterns explode, communications can become limited throughout the city. Although, we will be sending in journalists and social media influencers to cover you, so we can make sure you get your voice out to the masses. MATSUMOTO: (Mumbling.) Just how far are you willing to go… UMINO: In any case, here's the deal, Mrs. Matsumoto. If you back out from Phase 2 of Operation FILIBUSTERISMO, you lose out on all the opportunities that you can get from being an influential occultist member, and quite possibly, you and all your workers get fired or even executed due to charges of treason. I think we all know how paranoid the Japanese can be, right? Plus, if you hold your rallies without us, I'm not sure that many of you will be safe or even survive. If you agree though, we would like you to - MATSUMOTO: Cast all the necessary thaumaturgic spells on these lanterns? UMINO: At the same time, we ask for your men to carry around the festival stalls and telescreens. We can't showcase all the animation without screens, after all, and how can we sell these toy mecha if we don't even have a table to put them on? MATSUMOTO: Can't you send all your personnel… it's really a goddamn proxy war, isn't it? UMINO: (Grins.) Personally, I think you should see it as a way to trailblaze your own destiny amidst all the crappiness of this world. Plus, think of our help as just lucky charms. We certainly increased your chances, no? MATSUMOTO: (Huffs.) Let me think about it for a second. UMINO: You have the option of extinguishing that lantern. There's a creek nearby where you can jump off together with it. Though why would you waste such a good and bright lantern? You haven't even let it fly yet. MATSUMOTO: Alright. We will cooperate with you, but only for the festivities. After that… UMINO: (Sits down.) A new sun will be rising soon. On that day, the Taeguk - harmony - would stand. Philippine contributions to Japanese preparations for the annual November festivities. >> Imperial Festival Declaration | Operation MATSURI << Imperial Festival Announcement FILED UNDER DOCUMENT TYPE JPL-0815 10/20/2020 Operation MATSURI Declaration To the good and loyal subjects of the Empire, and of the Japanese Branch: Investigations indicate that activities undertaken by MEZAME-type14 entities have increased in terms of frequency and intensity, particularly in the Peninsula and Manchuria. While previous endeavors, such as Operation HINODE, have pacified chances of national awakening, Site-731 specialists and MTF ほ-02 ("Ninja Raccoon Dogs") raised urgent concerns involving a wide-scale MEZAME-involved phenomenon, often referred to by captured entities as the "Comic Convention." Available intel indicates that the Comic Convention is an attempt to showcase multitudes of cultural relics and propagandistic works, particularly literature and illustrations, related to anomalous Peninsular and Mainland cultures. Plans for the Comic Convention have been set into motion as early as two decades ago, with as many as 130 principal MEZAME anomalies funding and coordinating their schemes discreetly. They have opted to launch them this year, coinciding with the deep economic recession that the Empire is currently facing. As a counter-operation, the Directors' Executive Committee of the Japanese Branch of the Foundation has convened and decided to implement Operation MATSURI. Operation MATSURI is composed of two parts. First is a grand stockpile of films, literature, poems, and play scripts created in the last decade, designed to overwhelm plots similar to that planned by the MEZAME anomalies. With executive control of the Divine Winds over the Linked Net, the Foundation Department of Propaganda can further amplify the effect. The second part, meanwhile, refers to live-stage concerts, performances, and celebrity showcases, to take advantage of celebrity worship of normal Imperial citizens. For proper conduct, Operation MATSURI sets the Japanese Branch on Class-A Red Alert, dedicating a minimum of 10 percent of the Branch's personnel and resources. The Imperial Army and Navy are also on high alert. Operation MATSURI will be fully realized during November, when annual Imperial festivities are underway. Further benefits of Operation MATSURI are stimulated economic activity and boosted morale over citizens. With the recommendations of Site-731 and the Philippine Branch, a significant amount of Japanese Branch resources has been directed to Operation MATSURI's promotion. Meanwhile, one of the Empire's long-time allies, the Philippines, will serve as further assurance to the success of Operation MATSURI. In exchange for improved trade deals, the Philippines has delivered 200 million dollars of assistance and funding to Operation MATSURI. The Philippine Branch of the Foundation has also committed to sending approximately 13,500 personnel - many of whom are field agents and thaumaturges - to the Empire. Previously, many of these personnel have enthusiastically contributed to the end of the MEZAME phenomenon, providing valuable intel on artifacts15 and entities16. As such, they have been deemed trustworthy and committed to the Imperial cause. The Empire is not stagnant, nor is it overreaching. Operation MATSURI is a demonstration of Japan's superiority over anomalies and inferior entities, and it shall be the highlight of one of the Empire's most sacred month. The situation will be developed necessarily to Japan's advantage. Tenno Heika Banzai! >> Philippine Announcement Concerning Operation MATSURI. << CODE: Kapag tinangkang itaas ang lambal ay puputok ang isang kapsula... FILED UNDER DOCUMENT TYPE JPL-0815 10/21/2020 Operation FILIBUSTERISMO Declaration Padayon, people of the Philippine Branch! "Luck is what happens when preparation meets opportunity." Operation FILIBUSTERISMO is now in full force due to the geopolitical serendipity of the Japanese Branch's actions. There were several means for the Japanese Empire to respond to the core gambit of Operation FILIBUSTERISMO. First is the most straightforward - directly funnel their funds and resources into destroying the Operation FILIBUSTERISMO collaborators. They have attempted to do so, with varying levels of success. However, the Empire is ossifying under the bureaucratic weight of holding the bulk of the Great East Asian Co-Prosperity Sphere, and more importantly, their deep economic recession is ravaging them. Second is more apt for the highly honor and superiority-bound culture of the Empire - outmatch anything it deems inferior. The Philippine Branch wagered that the Japanese Branch will also possess the same outlook, and judging by the Japanese Branch's response, it played its cards right. It also put its trust into the actions made to gain Japan's trust, using the artifacts and bloodline of Korea and China as tools, "stock," and bait. Lastly, it is within the Philippines' luck that Japanese entertainment has stagnated over the last few decades, only relying on highly censored or supervised live action dramas, literature, and more recently, video games. The wasted and disillusioned talents of the Empire have been recycled into uncontrollable inspirations. In a way, the lack of Japanese creativity in certain areas such as comics is a stroke of luck. There is no independently organized "Comic Convention" that will compete with the Empire's Operation MATSURI. After all, the Comic Convention is Operation MATSURI. The true meaning of FILIBUSTERISMO - Subversion - thus comes into play. All personnel, resources, and produced materials of Operation FILIBUSTERISMO, offline or online, are mandated to arrive at designated positions for the second phase. The takeover, lasting one day in real time, will be sufficient to deal a blow to the complacent Empire. Should the Empire be sufficiently weakened, the Philippines and its Foundation Branch moves further in establishing its brand of normalcy, based on three core tenets: Secure dominance and a stronger voice among all branches. Contain the possibilities of the Sovereign dreams of superiority. Protect normalcy from oppression. The Eight-Rayed Sun of the Philippines will triumph over the smoldering Red Sun. The Philippines offers the Empire the following words, "MENE THECEL PHARES."17 Mabuhay ang Maharlika! Paper lanterns released over Shinshuu, accompanied by fireworks. For Phase 2 of Operation FILIBUSTERISMO, the pair was transferred to Provisional Site-444, 50km away from Heijo, Korea. Heijo is one of the key cities of Northern Korea, due to its ancient cultural prestige, population, and industries. It is also the site of the Worker's Coalition Movement's planned protests, thus serving as an ideal location for Operation FILIBUSTERISMO. >> Sovereign Mission 7015-04. << CODE: Sa ikasiyam ay nakaputok na marahil ang makina at ang tunog ay nadinig. FILED UNDER DOCUMENT TYPE MIS-0815 11/01/2020 Sovereign Mission 7015-04 Created by the Propaganda Division for later dissemination, this illustration depicts Kitsukumi as a "Kimonojou."18 LOCATION: Heijo, Korea (Formerly known as Pyongyang) — START LOG — Kitsukumi and Umino are on a mission to patrol Heijo and monitor the progress of various Operation FILIBUSTERISMO personnel. Heijo is currently celebrating a variation of Gion Odori, Japan's main November festival originally localized to Kyoto. At the opening of festivities, Heijo is currently packed with three million residents. Hundreds of stalls, fairs, and stages line the streets of Heijo. Their first stop is the Heijo no Yasukuni Shrine, which glorifies the soldiers and officials in charge of the Japanese invasions of Korea and China. Inside, a drummer hits a one-meter-tall mitsudomoe taiko drum, signalling all residents in the vicinity, totalling up to a hundred, to enter and pay their respects to the shrine. Umino signals a hesitant Kitsukumi to enter the shrine's torii gates. KITSUKUMI: (Pouring water on left and right hands via a ladle, as a mandatory purification ritual.) Shouldn't we go away? This shrine is… is something we shouldn't pray to, right? UMINO: (Quietly chanting a thaumaturgic spell.) Play along for now. We have to first check the people here. At the main hall, Kitsukumi and Umino wait for their turn to ring the main bell and make five-yen offerings. Umino rings the bell again, thrice this time, before also clapping thrice. KITSUKUMI: Aren't we supposed to ring the bell and clap twice only? UMINO: That's a signal. Look. That shrine maiden over there - the one with brown hair, a lamp in hand, and a bird perched on her shoulders - is looking at us. That's our accomplice. Umino then sends a small stream of water upwards, where he directs it towards the shrine maiden. Approaching the alerted shrine maiden, the stream of water forms into rows of small kanji characters containing the check-up message. The kanji characters disappear after five seconds. The shrine maiden then blinks the lantern thrice. UMINO: They're A-OK. Let's go now, Kitsukumi. This shrine will blow up in the next few hours. Next stop would be the theater. At the shrine's gates, Kitsukumi nearly bows as a sign of respect, but stops herself. UMINO: Hoshimi, don't you think that the gods should bless us, since we did all the proper rituals? KITSUKUMI: (Lightly chuckles.) I wonder. They then course through the Seikai Mondori Street, leading to the Heijo Grand Theater. The Theater, formerly dedicated to operas featuring revolutions against Korean and Chinese "invaders" and "barbarians," had been renovated into a film-centered establishment. Umino then sends another stream of water towards one window. It then returns. KITSUKUMI: What's their response? UMINO: I hate to break this to you… but the anime our personnel were carrying suddenly became anomalous and trapped them in the animes' worlds. We have to free them. KITSUKUMI: Huh? Wha - what? UMINO: Just joking. The dokkaebi in charge of taking over the theater managed to shape-shift all our personnel inside, and they knocked out all of the original Japanese staff. They're busy configuring the theater's software with the anime films we produced. They asked us a favor. Hoshimi, can you change the film billboard to instead feature the anime films' titles? KITSUKUMI: Su - sure. But won't it reveal our positions too early? (Takes out the anime primers and begins chanting the pertinent spells.) UMINO: No, not really. Just make sure that it makes people think that they're really the titles scheduled for the theater. A mechanical bird sent from the Propaganda Division approaches Umino, providing him with a news scroll. In exchange, Umino jots down notes and gives them to the bird. UMINO: Alright, at this point, everything's A-OK. The last stage would be to get to the Sho Warehouse. Walking there would take us through the heart of the city, and into the outskirts. KITSUKUMI: Wait, isn't that where you will be getting ready to fly the propaganda packages soon? UMINO: Yep. In three hours, Phase 2 will officially begin. Walking to Sho Warehouse will need at least an hour, or hmm, an hour and a half. Then, another hour for me to transform and get the packages loaded onto me. KITSUKUMI: I… I see. UMINO: I can take you back to Site-444 if you want. At least you're safe there. KITSUKUMI: No… no. I should see this through to the end. UMINO: OK then. Let's just enjoy the festivities for now. The pair then arrives in the Grand Pavilion, filled with bustling shops for food and stationery, towering bath houses, and Heijo's MRT and LRT lines. They then ride the train, disembarking at the Takuni Plaza Station. Several hundreds of citizens, young and old, have gathered in the plaza. A group of intricately dressed geisha perform a flower dance, which the two watch. Kitsukumi rejects several beggars approacing her for alms. She then notices policemen silently taking away them away soon from the streets. UMINO: Don't pay attention to them. The police here like to keep every man and woman here happy. They aren't counted as people. (Kitsukumi frowns.) They then proceed to the Silver Horse Megamarket in the Eastern District. They haggle with a old, scarred vendor for fried liver. Afterwards, they approach a maker of flying lanterns. LANTERN-MAKER: Oii, young lady over there, and ohh, a favored customer. (The lantern-maker quickly chants a spell, to which Umino responds by clapping thrice.) UMINO: How are the sales? LANTERN-MAKER: We nearly got discovered by the Japanese Branch. Many of their agents - I think, around 23? - are prowling the streets - looks like they caught some wind of the whole thing. They checked the flying lanterns. UMINO: I thought they got distracted enough by the Comic Convention's fake locations. Did they see them? LANTERN-MAKER: No, we haven't fully applied the spells to them yet. That's gonna happen in one hour, and the final touches will be applied by batch. Plus, the vast majority of the flying lanterns are in Philippine factories and warehouses. Is the girl part of those who will defend the city in the takeover? Kitsukumi nods. LANTERN-MAKER: Well, good luck to both of you then. KITSUKUMI: Let's hurry, Umino. Kitsukumi and Umino then pace through the busy streets, where vendors sell yakitori, takoyaki, candied hawthorns, sushi, and rice rolls. They briefly stop in front of a digital screen explaining the fabricated Japanese origins of flying lanterns, which are originally only used in Korean and Chinese cultures. KITSUKUMI: "Starting since the rule of the most honorable Emperor Daigo, and the proud Japanese of the Peninsular kingdom of Mimana meant to symbolize the resistance against invaders from the mainland…" these are all false, no? UMINO: Yep. The Japanese had the idea of assimilating flying lanterns into festivities, probably because they were pretty. So they created a whole mythology behind them. Very effective honestly, since even the Philippines didn't know at first what they're for. But now, we're going to take them back to where they should belong. (Grins.) KITSUKUMI: I see. Jaa, should we enjoy them, then? As a sort of advance celebrations? UMINO: If you want to, though I think it's a bit too early. (Kitsukumi chuckles.) The Grand Imperial March, composed of a thousand soldiers from the Chuuhei and the Higashidaiin-ri Barracks, is starting to assemble near the city center. On the other hand, protestors on the opposite district are congregating in buildings, ready to come out upon the signal. In a secluded area, Umino is sending out streams of water upwards, to serve as messages to various collaborators. Meanwhile, Kitsumi is buying various mementos, including a fox mask, near the shop. It is one hour before the climax of Phase 2 commences. KITSUKUMI: You know, Umino, I have a question. This is it, right? UMINO: Yea, this event's the culmination of an operation years… no, decades in the making. It's pretty much the luckiest opportunity Koreans, Chinese, and the Philippine Branch will ever have. KITSUKUMI: I see. Kitsukumi stops walking. She then takes off her fox mask, and clutches it. KITSUKUMI: The Japanese Empire and its Foundation Branch will soon probably take quick action. The whole thing, after all, is objectively an anomaly. Even the officials back at Site-444 don't know what will exactly happen afterwards. Especially to us too. You will be flying through Korea, delivering stuff, while I will be helping out in setting up the lanterns and the time barriers. Both are extremely risky, though hopefully, things work out. Kitsukumi tries to smile, although she falters, coughing due to the smoke from a stall. She nearly bumps into a youth. UMINO: Oi, watch your steps. (Clutches Kitsukumi's shoulders.) Let's keep going to the warehouse. I know a secluded spot near there where we can see the fireworks and the lanterns pretty well. KITSUKUMI: Are you looking for one last good time with me? (Chuckles.) UMINO: In another sense of the word, yea. The pair then takes 10 minutes to travel to the spot. It is a desolated Buddhist shrine, albeit with an intact bench where they sit. Kitsukumi partially wears her fox mask on the side of her head. The pair stays slient for a few minutes. KITSUKUMI: Minoru, as a writer and illustrator, I wonder if this really is how our story together should be. I occasionally dream about a sort of what if. What if I didn't find any letters from my dad, and if I didn't bother drawing silly little comics to share with revolutionists, you know, that sort of thing. We would never meet, right? UMINO: Probably, though I would still be kicked to this godforsaken empire to do dirty work. It would be extremely unlikely for us to meet though, even if its just a second-long eye lock. KITSUKUMI: Hmmn, say, Minoru, do you think we're lucky to have gone through all these stuff together? UMINO: (Faces Kitsukumi.) Hmmn, perhaps… quite? No, I'm definitely sure that the answer is yes. KITSUKUMI: (Covers her face with the mask.) Your "definitely" there didn't sound too definite. (Chuckles.) UMINO: Even if Operation FILIBUSTERISMO rattled the empire, I'm sure that your family will bear its effects, and you will still be safe and sound. But… I personally think that our story up to now is a good stroke of luck. You get to write your manga and have adventures an ordinary person wouldn't have in their lifetime. Meanwhile, I wouldn't have to always go curse my luck in getting assigned to missions. (Sighs.) The pair is silent for a few minutes. Soon, fireworks light up the sky, while bombastic orchestral music can be faintly heard from the pair's location. KITSUKUMI: (Faces and embraces Umino.) It's almost time for us to head to our stations. Haah… do you still remember the yeowu guseul? The fox marble that gumiho keep in their mouth? Did you know that it's for good luck? UMINO: I thought it contained knowledge. KITSUKUMI: A book I once read said that good luck is merely a result of multiple calculated moves made through the power of wisdom and foresight from available information. When you will be soon flying, you would need a very good awareness of your surroundings, you know? Umino stays silent, with eyes closed. KITSUKUMI: Hmmnn, I guess it's time to act like an actual young lady for once. (Stands up and bows.) In any case, let me express my gratitude for letting me experience all of these. Thank you very much too, for letting me have the chance to redeem my family's name. UMINO: (Stands up.) You're welcome, Hoshimi. Alright then, let's go to the - Kitsukumi then kisses Umino, delivering the yeowu guseul. After the kiss, Kitsukumi hurriedly puts on the fox mask. The two are silent for several seconds, although Umino grasps one of Kitsukumi's hands. KITSUKUMI: That was, that was you know, just for good luck! A-anyway, I hope that tomorrow, we wake up to a world where the moon shines more beautifully. Then, please take care of this airheaded foxgirl in front of you, Minoru. UMINO: (Sighs and embraces Kitsukumi.) Sure, Hoshimi. Let's do our best then. Several flying lanterns float amidst the fireworks. They soon begin their thaumaturgic mechanisms for memetic influences. Operation FILIBUSTERISMO signal flares also cross the skies. >> Operation FILIBUSTERISMO Timeline Log. << CODE: Pagkadinig ng putok, ang mga mahihirap, ang mga sinisiil, ang mga naglalagalag na inuusig ng kapangyarihan, ay magsisilabasan. FILED UNDER DOCUMENT TYPE EX-01 11/02/2020 Operation FILIBUSTERISMO Timeline Log — BEGIN LOG — [[02:00:10]] Ten percent of all flying lanterns launched throughout SCP-7015 during the November festivities - a total of 120,000 - manifest their thaumaturgic capabilities. They first envelop the target city in a temporal manipulation barrier, accelerating the flow of time within the city. In theory, one day inside the time barrier is equal to half a day outside. As a result of this barrier, most communications outside the cities have been also cut, aside from the Linked Net. Second, they emit a mild memetic effect on the populace, urging them to consume the media and propaganda used in Operation FILIBUSTERISMO. Third, they explode near military barracks, as well as Japanese Branch Sites. Through proxy networks set up in SCP-7015 and its neighboring countries, the Philippine Branch conducts multiple large-scale cyber attacks on government facilities and Japanese Branch communication networks. The hacks were based on Foundation cybersecurity protocols shared between international sites, as well as Japanese Branch protocols obtained via infiltration and social engineering. Sufficient care has been taken in avoiding servers needed for containment of the Japanese Branch's anomalies. Furthermore, Japanese social media sites, and their Linked Net in general, have been flooded with content, such as manga and animation, related to Operation FILIBUSTERISMO. SCP-7015's Divine Wind protocol for their Linked Net has been partially circumvented, although Japanese Branch webcrawlers and cybersecurity specialists have stemmed progress. [[04:01:06]] Stalls providing manga, comics, illustrations, and art for free have been launched throughout a total of 79 cities, such as Heijo. Multiple telescreens showcasing animation have also been installed in conspicuous locations. Additionally, deepfake videos depicting the apologies of major Japanese officials, such as Yuusei Tojo and the Emperor, have been prepared. These videos focus on "apologies" in terms of "displaying the truth of our shared history." To provide plausible deniability, multiple Philippine factories, embassies, and establishments were severely bombed or damaged by Operation FILIBUSTERISMO personnel. Philippine Branch agents present in the region have vowed to superficially cooperate with the Japanese Branch. The time barriers, supported by Scranton reality anchors and the thaumaturgic chants of personnel such as Kitsukumi, withstand multiple attacks and bombings from the Japanese Branch, which has mobilized faster than expected. Kitsukumi and other content creators with thaumaturgic capabilites are located in their own stalls, alternating between catering to customers and festival-goers and chanting. [[06:02:01]] Approximately 740,000 Korean and Chinese entities, such as SCP-7015-HAETAE and SCP-7015-DOKKAEBI, are now present and active in assisting Operation FILIBUSTERISMO forces in repelling the Japanese Branch. SCP-7015-HAETAE, currently located in Heijo, has been thaumaturgically neutralizing fires and reality-manipulation bombs dropped on the city. Meanwhile, draconic entities, such as Umino, have been delivering animation telescreens and comics throughout rural areas in Korea, Manchuria, and China. Umino, in particular, was soon redirected to the Yellow Sea, the body of water separating Korea and Mainland China. The region has multiple Japanese Branch Sites and SCP-7015's navy bases, all of which are on Red Alert. In the region, Umino and his companions have to contend with dogfights against jets and airplanes deployed from aircraft carriers. They were considerably damaged from energy blasts from the experimental thaumaturgic guns of ships such as Yamato. Furthermore, the Japanese Branch sent out MTF-ん-1 ("Cowhands"), composed of shrine maidens, thaumaturgic specialists, and monks. MTF-ん-1 was airdropped from planes, and fought draconic entities while in parachutes. Umino and the other water dragons then stayed at an instructed vantage point in the middle of the Yellow Sea, and activated his hydro-manipulatory capabilities. During this process, they were protected by their compatriots. After 30 minutes, a low-pressure area was created in the region, with multiple whirlpools and storm surges. Multiple wounded dragons have also conducted kamikaze attacks on the bases themselves. Meanwhile, MTF-ん-1 specialists have also besieged cities taken over by Operation FILIBUSTERISMO. Within six hours of the takeover, nine cities have been retaken, although the vast majority of Philippine Branch personnel and Korean / Chinese collaborators have either escaped or self-terminated. 15 percent of all collaborator entities have been redirected to Japanese Branch Sites, such as Site-335, Site-731, and Site-333. The vast majority of these entities were terminated by the sophisticated defenses of the Sites, although they managed to divert or waste personnel and resources away from Operation FILIBUSTERISMO hotspots. [[08:01:00]] As of this time, approximately 126 million residents throughout SCP-7015 are still affected by Operation FILIBUSTERISMO. Surveys taken by personnel indicate that 61.3 percent of the respondents feel a mixture of confusion, interest, and disillusionment against SCP-7015, after consuming Operation FILIBUSTERISMO. On the other hand, the Japanese Branch has managed to repel a considerable amount of the cyber attacks, and have regained control of the Divine Winds protocols and SCP-7015's Linked Net. It has also mobilized the standby Japanese Army forces. Worker rights, cultural revival, and formerly underground revolutionary protests and rallyists have also broken out in 40 cities still under Operation FILIBUSTERISMO. At least three cities in Northwest and Northeast China have been taken over by independent rallyists. The Japanese Branch has successfully used ENNUI-level amnestic agents and MTF forces on 23 cities, breaking them away from Operation FILIBUSTERISMO control. Philippine Branch memetic agents, however, have stemmed the effects. [[12:00:05]] Operation FILIBUSTERISMO forces and collaborator entities, now only operating at 51 percent capacity after all the attacks, are preparing to escape. At this point, most objectives of Operation FILIBUSTERISMO have been met. Remaining Japanese social media sites have been inundated by propaganda, while multiple announcements have been released, declaring the festivities to be canceled. Meanwhile, amnestic agents targeting memories of the Philippine Branch among the majority of collaborator entities have been released. Japanese Branch forces have been severely weakened and scattered throughout the vast reaches of SCP-7015. Analysis indicates that destabilization is underway, particularly in the Northern and Southern regions of China, as well as Manchuria. Breakdown of the Veil within SCP-7015, particularly in more distant Chinese territories, is also expected. However, regions and territories near the Japanese Home Islands, such as South Korea and Taiwan, are still stable. — END LOG — Depicting Kitsukumi and Umino in the final hours of the operation, a log illustrating the Operation FILIBUSTERISMO escape plan has been provided below. >> Sovereign Mission 7015-05 << CODE: Ano ang mapapawi? FILED UNDER DOCUMENT TYPE MIS-0815 11/02/2020 Sovereign Mission 7015-05 The collapse of the temporal acceleration barrier for containing Heijo. LOCATION: Heijo, Korea (Formerly Pyongyang) — START LOG — Foundation-made thaumaturgic time sinks have been set to self-detonate. The time-accelerating barriers are on the verge of collapse, while the remaining flying lantern weapons have been deployed. Signal lanterns are blinking thrice every three seconds, indicating retreat mode. During retreat, however, Kitsukumi was separated. KITSUKUMI: Damn it! Where are they now? (Operates her transceiver.) No signal… I guess this it, then. Kitsukumi disposes of her bulkier equipment and lights them on fire, while she transforms into her vulpine form. She then begins to run through the streets of Heijo, which have been emptied of citizens and personnel. She courses through partially destroyed buildings, although she becomes cornered by an array of flags suddenly blocking her path. Five beeps can be heard in the vicinity. Japanese Foundation Branch Agent Nao Aishinkakura, alongside MTF-ん-1 shrine maidens and priests, corner Kitsukumi. They fire their thaumaturgic exorcism guns and spears at Kitsukumi, wounding her shoulder and transforming her back to her humanoid form. AISHINKAKURA: I see. Foxgirl, we have met in the past, haven't we? It's unfortunate for you that this is how it ends. Kitsukumi fires a fire-based thaumaturgic spell towards her pursuers, but the shrine maidens swiftly block it. However, she then manages to escape towards another building. She positions herself in a narrow corridor, where she successfully wounds one agent. She then transforms back into a fox and digs her claws beneath the ribs of one of the agents, conducting a pinpoint attack on the liver. She manages to heal back by ingesting the blood from the liver, soon escaping. In an open area, she launches a rescue flare. Multiple flags fly towards her, stabbing one of her legs. She then shifts back to a humanoid form, and vocalizes a call for help. MTF-ん-1 surrounds and prepares to exorcise and neutralize her. MTF-ん-1 agents now chant purification prayers, Furthermore, they dance using taiko drums, leaf branches, and paper fans for the ritual, imitating the moves of yaegaki and Noh plays. Kitsukumi attempts to crawl away, but her arms are pinned down by Japanese flags. AISHINKAKURA: It's such a shame, isn't it? But this is a small price to pay for what you all did to the Empire. (Smokes a cigarette.) The Japanese Branch is doing its best, but I wonder if it's enough. Soon, hungry ravens might descend on the Empire, and all people living it will suffer the brunt of the chaos. Offers a cigarette to Kitsukumi, who is currently accumulating injuries from the ritual. KITSUKUMI: (Coughs up blood.) Don't you have some… somewhere else to be? AISHINKAKURA: (Sits down.) Hmmn, I guess I am too responsible for cleaning up messes. Anyway, you… you're a defector from a family of traitor kitsune, no? I wonder if you have really fulfilled your goal, cause your country might end up puppeted by another. Kitsukumi's body has considerably faded due to the purification ritual. However, high-pressure jets of water target and scatter MTF-ん-1, while groundwater erupts beneath Kitsukumi. A film of water envelopes Kitsukumi. Aishinkakura is considerably injured. Meanwhile, SCP-7015-HAETAE lands near her, emitting a loud roar. In the distance, Umino's draconic form is flying, blocking multiple roads with one-meter saltwater bubbles. Several dokkaebi also arrive via levitating logs, followed by SCP-7015-DOKKAEBI. SCP-7015-HAETAE's remaining eye is wounded, while its scales have sustained severe damage. Meanwhile, Umino has gaping holes and severe burns on its arms, chest, and neck. SCP-7015-DOKKAEBI is mildly injured compared to them. SCP-7015-HAETAE: Never thought that I would lose my last eye in an honorable battle. It's a… battle well-fought, isn't it, Heir of the Mireu and Imugi? (Checks Kitsukumi.) The young fox still breathes. You made it just in time. UMINO: Good. (Cradles Kitsukumi.) Hoshimi, are you still awake? KITSUKUMI: Hmnn, Umino… you're still here. SCP-7015-DOKKAEBI: Oi, you two be careful! The shrine maidens 'n the Flag Girl are back on their feet! (Orders its subordinates to battle Aishinkakura and MTF-ん-1.) AISHINKAKURA: (Gasping.) Lion dog, dragon, fox, and demon! Damn it, so you really are all in the same place! Aishinkakura waves two Japanese flags on each hand, waving them in a cyclical motion. Multiple patterned energy blasts strike SCP-7015-DOKKAEBI. Aishinkakura then plants a flag deeply on the ground, which rapidly manifests a row of flagpoles which nearly skewer Umino and Kitsukumi. SCP-7015-DOKKAEBI and its subordinates then lunge towards Aishinkakura, fighting using their clubs against Aishinkakura's flag and sword. The shrine maidens of MTF-ん-1 fire at Umino and Kitsukumi using their automatic rifles, but Umino summons a shield of rapidly solidifying seawater. KITSUKUMI: (Bleeding.) Was… it a good fight? Did my yeowu guseul… help you? UMINO: Yea, yeah. I could see the ships and the jets in front of me much more clearly. Kitsukumi then grabs onto Umino, kissing him. KITSUKUMI: It's… somewhat spent now, but there's still a lot remaining. Please… use it as much as… possible. UMINO: Don't, don't worry. We'll get you out of here, ok? KITSUKUMI: …Mino… make me promi… something. Once all of this… ends… let's go back to writing and drawing an… ok? I wonder… what kinds of stories we will have… UMINO: Ok, I will try as much as possible to do that. I will just first make sure that you're safe. Dowa, can you get away from here with Hoshimi? SCP-7015-DOKKAEBI had mostly repelled MTF-ん-1 into retreating, at the cost of several subordinates and a wounded arm. At this point, Kitsukumi has become unconscious. SCP-7015-DOKKAEBI: Sure, kid. I know how to get outta' here, tho' me thinks I heard some bad news about the retreat? UMINO: What? SCP-7015-DOKKAEBI: We're supposed to scoot out through some subs and boats in the Yellow Sea, as you Operation FILI-whatever folks told us. The routes though, are blocked by Nihongents and soldiers. We need some firepower to go through them. UMINO: I, I… see. Umino remains silent for a minute, before he summons his "yeouiju" orb. SCP-7000-HAETAE gasps slightly, but also falls silent. SCP-7015-HAETAE: Hmmn… one wonders if you are truly prepared to make that decision, Heir of the Mireu and Imugi. Using it for something so grand will utterly destroy your mind and body, to be frank. Let me serve in your place when it comes to clearing the routes. I'm the Protector, after all, and I'm ready to shed my blood on the soil of this country. UMINO: Ehhh…. you might still speak like that… but you look like a statue that has seen much better days, Lord Haetae. You won't last out there. SCP-7015-HAETAE: Well… I accede to that. But you are still very young with a bright future, Umino. It would be such a waste, and the little fox will need you. UMINO: She can manage. She's a strong young lady who knows what she does, and what she wants to do. Plus, I vowed to her since the start that she will make it out of here safe and sound. (Smiles.) Anyway, this is what my family would have wanted. Umino directs a stream of water towards the orb, which begin to glow extremely brightly. He then faces SCP-7015-DOKKAEBI and Kitsukumi. UMINO: (Bows.) Well then… Ms. Dowa, please take care of her. And… see you on the other side. SCP-7015-DOKKAEBI and her remaining subordinates escape alongside Kitsukumi. SCP-7015-HAETAE and Umino silently stay in the plaza. After several minutes, Umino then chants towards the orb. SCP-7015-HAETAE provides the last piece of Umino's yeouiju orb. The orb begins to levitate and spin rapidly. Umino then puts his hand over his heart, and begins chanting towards the orb. SCP-7015-HAETAE also rapidly increases in size while also chanting in the extinct Korean language. Video recordings obtained from nearby drones drastically degrade in terms of quality and become filled with static. Monitoring stations more than 1.5 km away report visuals of a 100m-long draconic entity wrapped in rope-like aquatic formations. It carries a 10-meter high orb, decorated with repetitive, curved patterns and the characters of the long-dead Korean writing script and Chinese hanzi. Meanwhile, a 60m-high leonine entity, surrounded by levitating aquatic formations shaped like swords, accompanies the draconic entity. Multiple high-speed streams of water attack the Japanese Branch agents blocking the way to evacuation. Using water formations, the pair proceeds to generate a multitude of Chinese and Korean script characters, alongside sceneries depicting vignettes or activities in daily life, within a 100km radius. Their forms bear the style of Kitsukumi's drawings, indicating that they are formed due to the yeowu guseul. To illustrate: A girl in hanbok, playing with a young boy in a garden labeled "Hallim Park". Historically, it was turned into a factory. A Manchurian adolescent exiting from a textile factory. He soon returns to his home, where he hugs his sick brother. A game developer playing on a banned console, rapidly smashing buttons. A room of mangaka and her assistants rushing to draw and polish a chapter. A girl and a boy in festival clothes, embracing each other amidst the fireworks and lanterns. Approximately 700 members of MTF-ん-1 were soon airdropped from multiple planes and helicopters, conducting a heavily synchronized fan and drum dance in the sky. The dance manifested multiple high-intensity thaumaturgic blasts towards the pair, neutralizing many aquatic water formations. In return, the pair shot out high-intensity water jets and strong gusts of wind, although the shrine maidens were able to counter via a kinetic paper fan chant. MTF-ん-1 soon retreated via teleportation talismans. Fifteen minutes later, Japanese Branch army forces barraged the pair with volleys of thermobaric and small-scale atomic bombs. These attacks, combined with the MTF-ん-1's damage earlier, caused the pair to crash into the buildings. The bodies of the pair soon turned into water and levitating bubbles, flooding Heijo. SCP-7015-DOKKAEBI later reported that a single jet of water traveled to it and Kitsukumi, just as they were about to board an evacuation submarine. The stream of water formed into message in Korean script characters, declaring, "jal gayo - farewell." The jet of water lightly impacted onto the awakened Kitsukumi's hands, disappearing. — END LOG — >> Operation FILIBUSTERISMO Aftermath Log. << CODE: Consummatum est. FILED UNDER DOCUMENT TYPE MIS-0815 12/01/2020 Operation FILIBUSTERISMO Aftermath Log Greenbelt Park, Makati, Metro Manila. A landmark of Site-063. — START LOG — Operation FILIBUSTERISMO Director Ezekier Altavista has discussed the results with O5-13. The discussion has been translated into English. ALTAVISTA: (Commits the hand-over-heart salute.) Mabuhay ang Maharlika, Simoun. O5-13: Mabuhay, Ezekier. Before we start, here's some coffee straight from the Cordillera highlands. Apparently, they're really experiencing good harvest. ALTAVISTA: Thank you… it's delicious, Simoun. O5-13: How's clean-up going? ALTAVISTA: Going rather smoothly. We managed to evacuate most of our personnel, while we're sure that enough Korean and Chinese collaborators escaped with us. Those that couldn't escape either died or went their own separate ways. In any case, the Japanese Linked Net is exploding with social media posts and websites detailing all our works of art. O5-13: Good, very good for a two-billion-dollar project. (Slumps on his chair.) I have seen a little bit of the footage myself… God, those lanterns were a sight! Rizal himself would be proud. Unfortunately, I had to deal with a lot of paperwork, especially with the ramifications of us designating Japan as SCP-7000. ALTAVISTA: Simoun, we're going to be lit dead by the rest of the Foundation if they find out what we were up to. From a certain point of view, we went rogue. Wouldn't be out of place if the Philippine Branch itself lands a slot on the lists of SCPs, especially with how we used Chinese and Korean anomalies. O5-13: Ezekier, isn't it fun to set records, like being the first Foundation Branch to land itself a slot on the mainlist? ALTAVISTA: First, Japan already broke that record technically, thanks to us. Second, it wouldn't be so funny if our containment class ends up as Neutralized, Simoun. O5-13: Ahh, don't worry about it for now. I have been busy making sure that no word slips away from this country. O5 perks, I guess. (Chuckles.) Still, our luck hasn't run out yet. ALTAVISTA: I always had the feeling that SCP-7000 was a convenient excuse to mobilize the Philippine Branch. I just hoped it was really anomalous, so at least we have something to defend ourselves in court. O5-13: It sort of is an excuse, especially if we just limit our definition of normalcy to our timeline. In our world, the Japanese Empire is a normal fact of life. We trade with them, butt heads with them over rather trivial political stuff, and collaborate over things like science. Hell, they even thought that our Foundation Branch is trustworthy enough. ALTAVISTA: Heh, so we had to be… creative with multiversal stuff? O5-13: Hmmn, that's correct. Though we really do have an anomaly on our hands. Thousands of alternate histories we studied say that Japan should have lost the war. China joining the Axis Powers, although possible, shouldn't have happened. Why is it that it only happened in our timeline? We can make a good case for it, I think, especially with how the Japanese threatens the balance of power in the Foundation. ALTAVISTA: Interesante, though from an objective viewpoint, SCP-7000 wouldn't just be Japan. It would be the whole world, including us. If Japan went Axis, who knows what would happened to us. O5-13: The Philippines turns into a failed state over the next few decades. Not helping is how stupid Filipinos can be when it comes to electing dictators and populists. ALTAVISTA: I guess we're very lucky then, and we have the Japanese Empire to thank for that. We should soon change its designation to Thaumiel. (Chuckles.) O5-13: Though Korea and China didn't have it so good in this timeline. ALTAVISTA: Simoun, in the grand scheme of history, someone loses, someone wins. That's just how things work in reality. Plus, those who care about what it actually means to be Korean and Chinese are desperate enough to be under our wing. You can't find tools like them anywhere. O5-13: Well, we gave the Koreans and Chinese their chance. Speaking of them, Ezekier, have you taken care of the new Korean and Manchurian Foundation Branches? We still have to resolve the problem of redistributing the balance of power, given how the Japanese Branch will likely implode. ALTAVISTA: Hmmn, not yet, really. That's still in the works. So far, I have only taken care of filling the legal and political departments of those Branches, but my collaborators are rather cooperative. We're also getting offers from some of our allies, like the Russians. Looks like they all want a piece of cake, but at least we have a few allies in the Foundation that can legitimize the new branches. O5-13: (Sips coffee.) Good, looks like the Foundation is unraveling. Japan is currently investigating the aftermath. It's only a short matter of time before they start pointing fingers, especially at us. It's fairly obvious that someone in the Foundation set up the whole shebang. ALTAVISTA: It's time to consolidate our power. Simoun, I plan to contact the Indonesians and the other branches in Southeast Asia soon. Maybe they would help us out, seeing that our government did put out a lot of work solidifying our alliances. Should I do so now? O5-13: Hahh. Wait a little bit for now, since we have to make sure that these guys won't turn against us. I'm especially wary of Thailand, whose king has been sucking up to Japan, and Vietnam, which had a bone to pick with the Chinese way back then. The Indonesians might be good partners, but their ties with Australia and by extension, the western branches are a little suspicious. ALTAVISTA: Don’t worry, Simoun. I won’t say a word about FILIBUSTERISMO. All I would say is that the Japanese Branch might no longer be fit for duty, seeing that it got overwhelmed in the recent attacks. Like, who knows if it can survive another wave of anomalies? It would also help us out in legitimizing the Korean and Manchurian Branches, going by the logic that delegating things to smaller but more focused Foundation groups is the best option. O5-13: As for the other, more neutral Foundation branches… ah, we do have evidence of the Japanese trying to puppeteer neighboring branches, right? Like, putting them in debt traps and aggressive dealings. We can say that they were preparing to strike. ALTAVISTA: I remember filing those documents away. We can just make the issue overblown enough that the Foundation will go into red alert when it comes to the Japanese! (Claps.) O5-13: Hahh, I see how we can go about this, Ezekier. Hopefully, this would strike a big enough political blow to Japan and reduce its influence to a low enough point for the grand finale. ALTAVISTA: Simoun, are we really going forward with the next operation? I thought it was a merely a hypothetical plan, at least for now. Are all of these things really just preparations for it? O5-13: It's still all hypothetical. We still have a long way to go before we can actually implement Operation DOWNFALL. Despite the rest of the empire not faring so well, the Home Islands are very well-guarded, and they have a very firm grip on their citizens. Being told that they're superior beings over and over again will do that to you. Best we could do for now is to isolate them. ALTAVISTA: (Chuckles.) I see, we're going to implement the Sakoku Decree, Filipino-style. Alright then. By the way, we're still going to devote millions of dollars to Operation FILIBUSTERISMO, right? What I worry about is that the propaganda and militia funding might take a toll on our finances. We also have to train new agents and personnel from our stock of East Asian people. Two billion dollars has already been a lot for a rather small country like us. O5-13: Don't panic over it. That's why we're going to get the other branches discreetly involved here. The resulting arms deals will be very good plus points for us. I also personally know GoIs that we can contact for help. ALTAVISTA: Simoun, we're going to end up causing a worldwide occult war if we continue with this. I'm not entirely opposed to the idea, but we still have to secure, contain, and protect stuff as part of one Foundation. O5-13: One Foundation, eh. Never really understood why the Foundation is so united and monolithic, even if we're composed of wildly disparate cultures, interests, and circumstances. Hmmn, I guess this is why the Foundation really likes Japan. It's very good at enforcing uniformity and a "normal" world. But I think that a normal world like that isn't enough if we actually want humanity to progress. So, Ezekier, we have to do all we can, even if means war. ALTAVISTA: (Taps his coffee cup repetitively.) Hmmn, progress. Very fun word, especially for us Filipinos. A word so fun it's going to redefine normalcy. Anyway, there's nothing normal in a uniform yet rotting world. It's time to shift the balance of luck and power towards who deserve it and are prepared to have it. Simoun, I will see what I can do. O5-13: That's the spirit, Ezekier. Mabuhay ang Maharlika. I bet that a new, golden, eight-rayed sun will be rising soon. Footnotes 1. Korean vulpine entities in mythology. 2. Romanized as "haikei." Formal Japanese opening in letters. 3. Romanized as shiranu ga hotoke. 4. Romanized as "kashiko." Formal feminine manner of closing a letter in Japanese. 5. Archaic Peninsular honorific. 6. Aquatic draconic entities of the Ancient Peninsula. 7. Based on the Asian concept of a draconic orb, a major source of mythical draconic powers. 8. A feline shape-shifting entity hailing from Japan. 9. Japanese card game. 10. Technically true; the Philippines has discreetly produced approximately 300 animations, with lengths ranging from 30 seconds to one hour. All of these animations are used only for Operation FILIBUSTERISMO. 11. Cover company used by the Philippine Branch. 12. Filipino for "Perhaps, yea, we do act sometimes like Russia, and I do look like a Chinese." 13. Filipino for flattery. 14. Japanese classification for Korean and Chinese anomalies aiming for cultural revival. 15. 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SCP-7016 | euclid | by Cydhra CONFIDENTIAL Security Clearance Level 4/ORCON North Atlantic Parathreat Response Alliance Site 64, Oregon S E K T N none Intelligent-control A5 A4 A3 A2 B5 B4 B3 B2 C5 C4 C3 C2 D5 D4 D3 D2 E5 E4 E3 E2 KETER AAA EEE Ȼ ? T {$k-class} Vedist I Vedist II Vedist III Vedist IV Vedist V Vedist VI SCP-7016 Special Containment Procedures The entity referred to by this document is not to be referred to by any consistent name, designation, or title – in compliance with Protocol 4000-ESHU. It has been transferred to Site 64, Oregon for diplomatic reasons. The narrator of many lies is not to be believed. Specifically, personnel must ignore all assertions of its role and position in Foundation hierarchy. The being in Foundation custody will reinforce such claims with detailed knowledge about Foundation procedures, secrets, and protocols. This knowledge does not prove its affiliation with the Foundation. Despite its claims, it is not authorized to issue commands to personnel, leave the containment area, or otherwise interfere with containment procedures. Personnel are advised to minimize direct or indirect interactions with the humanoid from the forest without a name as much as possible, to reduce the amount of causal event chains it can influence. Description The anomalous manifestation currently looks like a white, female human. However, it has shown to change outside appearances before, as is common with inhabitants of the forest of yonder. It has shown the ability to consciously influence events in its local proximity to statistically unlikely outcomes, furthering its goals or at least preserving its physical integrity. The amount of influence the being from under the well can exert is unclear at the moment, as is the amount of control it has over the effects. From recovered evidence it is assumed that it cannot control the concrete outcome of an event. Further research into the exact effects is pending. Addenda The Umbrella Defense System The entity of particular interest had been encountered first during a raid by invaders from wells deep on a U.S. Military site belonging to the paratechnological Umbrella Defense System. The attackers without names did not trigger any alarms and were not spotted prior to the breach event. This is attributed through their anomalous entry through a ventilation shaft within the radio-communications building of the Umbrella site. How they achieved the entry is currently being investigated, as access to and from the extradimensional paths normally requires some form of ritualistic invitation. January 27, 1963 LEVEL 4: TOP SECRET Umbrella Defense System North Atlantic Parathreat Response Alliance Umbrella Defense OTR Coverage of the conterminous United States Early in the 1960s, the Soviet Union underwent efforts to surpass the previously technologically dominant United States in the ongoing arms race. After the successful detonation of its first thermonuclear warhead in 1958, the Soviet Government sought to develop strategical paraweapons to counter the United States nuclear prominence. While the United States extended their edge in nuclear technology with the neutron bomb, the Soviet Union began deploying several eigenweapon-systems on their east coast. After two years of negotiations with the Federal Government of the United States, the Foundation agreed to a program against Soviet paraweapon threats as well as conventional nuclear ballistic missiles. The Foundation recognizes the threat exerted by the Russian government's unwillingness to halt their advances in paratechnological armament. Despite earlier concerns, the Foundation agenda was reinterpreted to necessitate a balance of terror to contain Soviet paratechnology. In exchange to massive funding of Foundation projects, Foundation scientists developed a previously theorized eigenweapon which got integrated into the nuclear deterrence strategy of the United States. The weapon was capable of deconceptualizing targets that are visible and describable to a group of trained operators. The weapon assigns a nomenclative designation to a target if operators reach a consensus about the nature of the target, and create a nomenclative label within the weapons' acceptable boundaries. The weapon will then deconceptualize the nomenclative designation [1] while disintegrating entities strictly designated under the nomenclative label chosen by the operators. Fairbanks Umbrella site with on-site radar Not all targets were applicable (More details about the weapon system can be found in [2]). Nonetheless, the range of potential targets surpassed everything considered reasonable defense. To contain the potential impact of such an eigenweapon, Foundation operatives embedded multiple layers of perception filters into any documentation and constructions. Those filters convinced operators and anyone with access to the documentation or knowledge of the weapon that it requires direct line of sight, requires the target to approach the weapon, and can only target inanimate objects. This way, it is only capable of targeting incoming projectile threats, but not people, institutions, countries, or similar concepts that cannot be considered ballistic threats. Moreover, filters convince U.S. officials that a weapon capable of a wider range of targeting options is inherently infeasible and inquiries as well as further research into such a weapon of mass destruction are therefore pointless. The weapon system consists of a series of upstream Over-the-horizon radars and downstream anomalous deconceptualization cannons. The OTR sites relay incoming threats to operators of the deconceptualization cannons, who then have to classify and label the incoming threat. If consensus about an incoming threat is reached, the weapon is ready to fire within 80 seconds. It will locate the target's new nomenclative group within the Noosphere and deconceptualize it through a pseudo-thaumaturgic mechanism [2], disintegrating its physical associations as a side effect. November 04, 1963 LEVEL 4: TOP SECRET Incident Report: Breach of Umbrella Cannon Array, Bettles, AK North Atlantic Parathreat Response Alliance Site layout of Bettles Umbrella Cannon Array. Entry likely through ventilation in communications block (A). Attackers then breached both western weapon control rooms (F) and seized the generator room (E). This transcript was created from automated CCTV footage covering the weapon control rooms and some parts of the premises. The CCTV footage uses magnetic tape bands but due to shortcomings in their logistics, the military was unable to store more than a week of footage, because the tapes had to be reused. Foundation operatives were therefore unable to analyze the weeks prior for suspicious activity. [05:56]: The door to the communications block opens. Seven unnameable creatures exit the building. Two of them have thin tails protruding from under their cloaks, two more have lizard-like heads with elongated mouths and sharp teeth. Six of them carry weapons reminiscent of spears with long bronze tips. The seventh, which is the one described in this document carries a M3A1 submachine gun. It is dressed in typical U.S. Army camouflage. [05:57]: The unseeable intruders stack up before the door of the generator room, then breach it. It is assumed that they find it empty, since no bodies were recovered from the room in the aftermath. [06:03]: Together with six more invaders from a different sky, they exit the generator room. The gathering of name seekers splits in two groups. [06:05]: Both groups simultaneously breach the western and the south-western weapon control rooms. Three soldiers, one in the western, two in the south-western control rooms are killed immediately upon entry. The trespassers with unseen faces charge into the rooms and hinder personnel to equip weapons by force. The spear-like weapons compensate for their lack of firearms within the confined spaces and suffice for an immediate defeat of both control crews. [06:07]: The hostile warriors then access the seized Umbrella Cannons while subduing surviving U.S. soldiers in the south-western control room. In their apparent lack of military training, the individuals whose titles cannot be uttered did not remove any weapons from the vicinity of the survivors. One of the captured U.S. soldiers manages to get hold of his gun and opens fire upon the entry team. One bullet pierces the skull of a lizard usurper. The soldier is then terminated with a spear. [06:08]: The shots alert the third crew in the eastern control room, who now exit the building. The forest dwellers from beyond retreat into the control rooms and barricade the doors, while the third crew opens fire onto them. [06:08]: Concurrently, a second group from the place of names begins an attack from the south, diverting attention of deployed soldiers away from the cannon array. The attackers use thaumaturgical spells and anomalous fauna to attract and withstand gunfire. [06:09] The south-western Umbrella Cannon starts its boot-up sequence. No firing command has been issued yet. [06:11] Bullets fired from the south-eastern weapon control room damage all three coolant pumps outside the south-western control room. The bullets were fired seemingly deliberately from Foundation technician Matt Franklin, who is currently deployed at the site as a liaison because of his military experience. He then retreats into the weapon control room. The rest of its crew follows. [06:12] Since the south-western weapon is currently in its booting procedure, coolant flow from the idling south-eastern control room is automatically rerouted to the south-western cannon. This renders the south-eastern cannon inoperable. Photograph taken 148 minutes after the attack from a Lockheed U-2 reconnaissance aircraft. Damage to communications building is minimal, but collapsed radio tower can be seen (4). [06:14] The team from the south-eastern control room activates the Umbrella Cannon. It is unknown how they arrived at the conclusion that the weapon could be used to fire at the group of nameless souls. Matt Franklin did not experience altered perception through the weapon's memetic filters, but the deployed U.S. soldiers did. [06:14] Soldiers defending the base from the southern attacks begin firing mortars at the attackers. [06:15] The south-eastern Umbrella Cannon fails the boot process due to lack of coolant flow. The issued firing order is rerouted to the western Umbrella Cannon. While it boots up, members from the south-eastern control room begin communicating with the uninvited guests. The contents of this exchange are unknown, because the CCTV surveillance does not include audio recording. [06:16] The western Umbrella Cannon logs a failure of consensus. Three seconds later, Matt Franklin manually overrides the safeguard and orders it to fire. The site experiences a power failure. It is uncertain what happened next, but reconstruction efforts through survivor interviews and damage assessment suggest that the ventilation shaft in the communications room disintegrated and led to the immediate collapse of the radio tower. The tower crashed into the generator room, destroying both generators and causing a fire from leaking diesel. Simultaneously, many of the unnamed attackers partially disintegrated or spontaneously combusted. The force exerted by the explosions and incomplete disintegration destroyed all three weapon control rooms, killing two incapacitated soldiers and injured several more. This marks the end of the hostile attack, as the being described in this file was the sole enemy survivor at the cannons and escaped into the surrounding forest. The southern anomalous army, severely weakened through several combustions among them, seize all hostilities and retreat into the forest. Investigation In the aftermath, Foundation technician Matt Franklin, who was present during the shootout between the weapon control rooms, was interviewed about the attack and the days preceding it. Of particular interest are his accounts about Elena Griffin, a Foundation field agent who was stationed with him at the Bettles Umbrella Site. Before her deployment within the Umbrella Project, she was assigned as security personnel during multiple expeditions into the space beyond our chimneys. November 05, 1963 LEVEL 2: RESTRICTED Interview Log: Breach of Umbrella Cannon Array, Bettles, AK Umbrella Defense Project, Internal Documentation Interviewer: Dr. Elias Lockwood, Site 64, Umbrella Defense Project Interviewee: Matt Franklin, Umbrella Defense Project Introduction and initial questions were cut for brevity. Lockwood: And after you heard the shots, what did you do? Franklin: We all grabbed our weapons and got up. Lockwood: Immediately? Were you expecting an attack? Franklin: No, but that is a military site. Normally you'd expect to hear an alarm before anything happens, so it was unexpected. Lockwood: And then? Franklin: We stacked up on the door, because the shots were nearby, and got out. Lockwood: And you saw those that came from another place immediately? Franklin: Yeah pretty much. They were outside the other two buildings, doors wide open. And you could see that they weren't our kind. Lockwood: How so? Franklin: Animal features and everything. My guys were briefed on them a bit, but not much. They were just soldiers deployed at some tech that by chance was classified by us, and so they were told the most urgent stuff. There are permanent wells deeper in the forest, but to be honest, nobody expected an invasion from… from beyond the pathways. Lockwood: Who do you mean by nobody? Franklin: Project Lead. Apparently fair folk doesn't care for our side that much. Lockwood: Was that a problem? I mean the Army not knowing what they were facing. Franklin: So we had told them not to talk when seeing them and that's it. And at first, there was nothing to talk about anyways: there were some asshats, so we started shooting. Lockwood: But I infer that there was something to talk about after all? Franklin: Well here it gets weird. A few days before that I had a chat with Agent Griffin. Normal small talk, you know how it is. We were outsiders, she was even non-military, and we were also the only ones who knew what this whole thing even was. So we kinda stuck together. Lockwood: I don't need your life-story, just give me the bullet points. Franklin: Sir. She told me some stuff about you know who — [Lockwood signs Franklin to watch his phrases] Franklin: — and she was asking what I'd do if they attacked. Lockwood: I thought nobody expected an attack? Franklin: At that moment it was just an innocent question, more like 'what if'. And well, we talked for a bit, and we came up with the idea to use Umbrella against them. Because you know. Big weapon go boom. Lockwood: How would that even work? Franklin: She knew everything about this nomenclative bullshit and knew how the weapon was targeting sentences or whatever the hell your boys in the lab came up with. So the idea was, and again, this is only us fucking around, but the idea was that we talk to them and let them do their whole shtick were they try to steal a name. And then we would just target the name with Umbrella and blast their asses. Lockwood: So when they attacked you actually tried that? Franklin: Well not exactly that — Lockwood: Do you have any idea how stupid of an idea that is? Franklin: To be honest, no, I have no idea how that thing works. But in the heat, when your ass is out there? Lockwood: What heat, they didn't even have firearms! Franklin: Yeah smartass, that is what we thought as well. But then fucking Griffin starts firing at us. Lockwood: Agent Griffin opened fire at you during the attack? Franklin: Hell yeah she did. Suddenly looks through the door from the western building, pulls her gun and opens fire. Hell of a bad shot though. Lockwood: She was in the western building, are you sure? Franklin: Yes sir. Dr. Lockwood pauses the interview to confirm that no soldiers survived the initial breach in the western building. It is concluded that Agent Griffin was part of the anomalous attack team. The only feasible explanation is that Agent Griffin had lost her name to the surviving creature from the wells. It is currently unknown when this occurred, as it contradicts the accounts of Matt Franklin discussing attack strategies against those that wander the twisted path with her. However, it is considered infeasible that she lost her name during her deployment, as she had no way to perform Procedure 4000-Halloway at the Umbrella site. The following excerpt from the interview continues with the events that transpired during the attack at the Bettles site. Lockwood: Okay, let's presume that in that very situation it sounded like a good idea to use the cannon against the creatures who seem to have lost their names. Your entire team was under antimemetic filters and was unable to reach consensus, because they were convinced only incoming projectiles could be targeted with the weapon. Franklin: Yeah that was actually Griffin's idea. She said, that consensus is enough. Intent to fire isn't required. Lockwood: What does that even mean? Franklin: I shot the pumps at the other building. Lockwood: That sounded like it was supposed to be an explanation. Franklin: They had activated that cannon already, so coolant was redirected from our building to theirs. This meant that our cannon couldn't be fired anymore, because no coolant was available. So when we issued a command to the console, it got relayed to the only cannon left. And in that building were the yet to be named ones. Lockwood: So? Franklin: I then got to the door and asked them who they were. And may the Lord be my witness, those idiots swallowed the bait faster than a hooker from… Anyway, they told me their whole crap about some well deep in the forest or whatever, and they came here to kill our leader who had begun a second genocide on them and — Lockwood: What does that have to do with the cannon? Franklin: I just repeated the whole phrase. Was the most complicated thing about the whole operation, had to remember their whole monologue long enough to greet them with it. [Laughs]. This way they accept it as their name or title or whatever. Griffin explained it, but I'm not about all that ritual stuff. I just ordered the cannon to fire. Because they had just accepted it as their name, consensus in their building was reached, and because they were in the building where the cannon was, it just fired. Boom. Lockwood: Boom? Franklin: Yes, sir. They were all gone instantly. Victory. Lockwood: Victory. Franklin: Battle was over. Lockwood: According to the weapon's log, consensus wasn't reached in their building. Franklin: I'm gonna be honest: I have no idea what to tell you. It worked, they were gone, you go figure out the rest. Lockwood: Your definition of victory seems off, too. The whole site was destroyed, nine soldiers were killed, and one of those who came to our world survived. Franklin: What really? Lockwood: Yes. The one that you assumed was your colleague. Franklin: Son of a… Well there you have it. Maybe that's why consensus wasn't reached. Lockwood: [Sighs]. Thank you, sir, for your cooperation, but I am afraid this isn't the end of it. Your behavior was reckless. The Foundation expects more from their employees. Franklin: Oh to hell with that. They had seized two cannons. This wasn't a situation for diplomacy or waiting for some dumb MTF to — Lockwood: Enough. You have breached Umbrella Protocol and targeted illegal subjects. You have furthermore breached protocol 4000-ESHU and your actions may have led to a further containment breach of an anomaly that cannot be labeled. Please wait here, somebody else will decide what to do with you. Franklin: Oh come on. November 05, 1963 LEVEL 5: TOP SECRET Interview Log: Breach of Umbrella Cannon Array, Bettles, AK BY ORDER OF THE OVERSEER COUNCIL THIS FILE IS CLASSIFIED LEVEL 5. UNAUTHORIZED ACCESS WILL LEAD TO IMMEDIATE DISCIPLINARY ACTION. Request Access Hide Classified Documentation Approximately an hour after the initial interview, the door to the interview room opens. An unknown man of African ethnicity enters the room. Matt Franklin is still sitting in the room, awaiting further debriefing. ???: Hello, Mr Franklin. Franklin: Fucking finally. So you are the disciplinary team? ???: [Laughs] No, Mr. Franklin. I just have a few more questions for you. Franklin: Oh. Yeah, whatever. ???: Mr. Franklin, during your time with Ms. Griffin, did she ever exhibit any abnormal behavior towards you? Franklin: Define abnormal, sir? ???: Well, we have established that she apparently lost her name. Though, we are unsure when that happened. A few days prior she was still discussing war strategies against those that were hunted by Kings of Men with you, which seems rather odd for someone who is from the other side. Franklin: I don't know what to tell you. Seemed the same as always. ???: How long have you known her? Franklin: Met her at the Umbrella site. ???: So if she met her fate much earlier, you wouldn't be able to tell? Franklin: Probably not? But if she was… wasn't herself, why would she willingly throw herself and all those others into certain death? ???: Certainly interesting, right? Although it seems she was lucky enough to get away safely. Franklin: So maybe she wasn't a creature of an unknown forest? Otherwise, the weapon should've targeted her, right? ???: Possibly. Franklin: Why did they attack in the first place? We were told they don't meddle with our business, and suddenly we are under fire like the Germans are back. ???: It seems they have an interest in the Umbrella system. I suppose they understand it is working under the same principles as their powers. Franklin: So the higher ups misjudged it? ???: [Laughs politely] I wouldn't go that far. This isn't anything that we cannot recover from. Franklin: So we will get additional manpower? ???: Quite inquisitive. No, I don't think the higher-ups, as you call them, will be very pleased if they hear we need more manpower. I think this is something I can handle informally. Franklin: Meaning? ???: You do understand that I am here to ask you questions? Franklin: Come on, mister… We were just lit up by a damn anomaly that was supposed to be silent. Cut me some slack. ???: Those that come from a place where names have power seem all but united on the topic. A little demonstration that our technology is stronger than their warriors and their magick should suffice to dissuade them further. You shouldn't worry about that, Mr. Franklin. [Pauses]. Before I leave though, one last question. What did they tell you about their goals? Franklin: Nothing. ???: You said they told you they wanted to kill someone? Franklin: Oh that. Yes they were spouting something about a second atrocity or something, and about inverting the terror. ???: Interesting choice of words. Truly. Are you sure it was inverting the terror? Franklin: Might've been something else. Balance. Maybe it was balance. I'm sorry, what do you do at the project exactly? ???: [Laughs politely] Thank you, Mr. Franklin. But I don't think that matters right now. I am grateful you answered my questions. Fare well. Franklin: Wait — [The unknown person leaves the room] Escalation Following the incident at Bettles, it became clear that the misfire of the Umbrella cannon array had targeted several populations of the nameless among the anomalous communities, especially those in physical proximity to Alaska. This was especially dangerous to the Umbrella Defense Project, because large parts of the system (especially the two OTR sites) are located in Oregon and Maine, incidentally both in proximity to the exits of the City of Three Portlands, which harbored large communities of creatures with misplaced names. This has led Site 64 Director Veronica Anderson to launch an investigation into Three Portlands to ascertain the immediate reaction among the anomalous community. A Foundation team was sent into Three Portlands to gauge the sentiment among different subgroups of the city populace. November 12, 1963 LEVEL 2: RESTRICTED Report on Insurgent Sentiments within the Three Portland Community Umbrella Defense Project, Internal Documentation Dear Director Anderson, As per your request I launched an investigation within the various communities of Three Portlands. Before I get to my summary though, I like you to know that such investigations are hardly representative of the opinion and sentiment within the anomalous community. The locals only share with us what they want us to know, and especially those that are to remain unnamed are very secluded and don't really like to communicate with the Foundation. Hence, I urge you to consider everything in this report as only a part of the full picture. It is very possible that the situation is far closer to escalation as the careful estimates we were able to gather are suggesting. Covert operations usually don't lead to anything, as the Portland community has a surprising talent to uncover covert agents. Only our diplomatic efforts allowed us to conduct this survey at all, so let this be a word of warning. Since the incident at Bettles took place, discontent within the public mood has been increasing at an alarming rate. While the firing of the Umbrella System does not seem to have affected the local population of those that shall not receive proper titles, word on the streets is that a comparatively large amount of creatures without renown within the forest of fair tales were annihilated by the weapon's misfire. Confusingly, a lot of the residents claim that happened only three days ago, even though the Bettles incident was on the fourth. This greatly increased stress between the nameless community and the rest of the city's population. A large portion of the local community has left the city. Those that remain are led by an individual of their kin dressed in US military attire. According to members of the Cogwork Orthodoxy, a relatively secluded schism of the Church of the Broken God, those that cannot be introduced are preparing for retaliatory strikes against the United States for what they call genocide. They seek a high amount of paratechnological armament, contrary to their usual reliance on the intrinsic anomalous. The Church is worried they might be targeted because of their affinity towards paratechnology (and because they are mostly considered human). I think it is out of the question that this incident is considered as a declaration of war by the United States against those that come from no country and a response is imminent. I am worried that any relations we maintain to the City of Three Portlands will suffer under this hostility, and we too have to fear attacks by the enemy we only describe. November 1963 LEVEL 6: COSMIC TOP SECRET UNSANCTIONED INTERVIEW, THREE PORTLANDS, UNKNOWN DATE BY ORDER OF THE OVERSEER COUNCIL THIS FILE IS CLASSIFIED LEVEL 6. UNAUTHORIZED ACCESS WILL LEAD TO IMMEDIATE DISCIPLINARY ACTION. Request Access Hide Classified Documentation This report was compiled from video footage from an unknown location within Three Portlands. The tape shows a small room with two individuals. One is an unknown man of African descent, one is the one who crawled through wells. The African man seems to have initiated the exchange through unknown means, the other one is present voluntarily. Good daytime, commander of men. ???: Good morning. It seemed like your invitation wasn't a question. You have a special way of authority, even around here. What is your name? ??? [laughs politely]: I am afraid my name has a taste that I am no longer used to. What an interesting conundrum. Say though, traveler, what has led us to this unusual conversation? ???: It came to my attention that those that follow your words have developed an unhealthy interest in Foundation business. I'd like to parley, if you will. A parley from the warbringers. How amusing yet unsettling. Shining light upon your actions, I'd argue that preservation is anything but unhealthy, wouldn't you agree? ???: Preservation? Right… I have been warned, that Mutually Assured Destruction is a concept you seem to be fond of. Isn't that a spirit you once called, when you built the atrocity against the name of ours? And lastly you proved that I was right. ???: The Foundation remains quite divided on the topic, but it has been deemed necessary by a majority, if only a tight one, that we must protect our kin against threats from men far east. Ironic that you deem this madness necessary, but deny my kind the same safety? Why have you come here? Only to condemn our kin to your destructive will? I know what you did. Why do you think, we want to parley. ???: Ah, now that you mention your fellow ancient spirits, isn't that a bit disingenuous? Before the weapon was fired, the folk from places dark did not pay much interest to our struggles. It would even seem that you were quite alone in your sorrow. Quite convenient that only you survived at Bettles, and now they suddenly listen to you, follow you even, wouldn't you say? Lucky might be the better phrasing. Lucky for them of course, as they now see that your kin cannot be trusted with the secrets of names. But you refuse to answer my question, speak up now! ??? [Sighs]: You are mistaken if you think I do not empathize with your concerns. The council disagrees, but ensuring a balance of terror might be the only way to preserve piece between all parties. Even if we might need to give away further secrets, against better judgement. What is your proposal? ???: It was never my wish to share our secrets with the United States. But we did it, the council has decided. And as you have made very clear, the best we can do now is sharing it with the fellowship who cannot recall their names as well. The MAD doctrine only works, if all parties have the means of mutual destruction, as you apparently agree upon. So you are here to surrender your atrocity? Your words are wicked, this isn't the truth. Speak up, what are your demands? ???: Distrusting as always. Well I have one small question, but foremost I cannot surrender the full weapon. The Foundation ensured that the States weren't aware of the weapon's true potential. But the nomenclative magic is your domain, so we cannot lie to you about it. The only thing I can offer you is the location of one of our weapons. You may make your point towards the powers of the world while you are there, but the weapon is stationary, you cannot take it with you. Use your time wisely. Fix what damage has been done, and we can continue our paths in piece. As it is nature to your kin, your words cry of falsehood. But I do respect your willingness to bring balance and cannot but thank you, or otherwise I will be known as unappreciative. Say, man of strange intents. Can I repay you with a present of my own? ???: I am afraid I have to decline. This is a purely strategic meeting and I cannot accept what you have to offer me. You are too afraid of the world. Continue then, ask your question. ???: Christmas Valley, Oregon. Come with friends. And now my question: How did you survive when Umbrella was fired? [The entity that came from far to parley grins, exposing sharp, inhuman teeth] When we choose a name in your world, we include the well we used to get out of the forest. So after I explained to the man named Franklin how the weapon is fired, I made sure to use a different well for my companions than I had used myself. ???: Are you suggesting that — My deepest apologies, Doctor, but I have to leave now, I thank you for your visit. I am sure we will see each other again soon. Maybe, till then, you will even taste a name again. [It walks out of the room giggling, leaving the unknown man behind] November 16, 1963 LEVEL 4: TOP SECRET Intercepted Soviet Message between Agents on US Soil North Atlantic Parathreat Response Alliance The following encoded message has been recovered by the Central Intelligence Agency while pursuing Soviet agents in Alaska in proximity to Umbrella sites. The decoded and translated message has been forwarded to NAPRA agencies. nomenclative hazard K-0148 destabilized. attack vector through Freeport advised. insufficient guarding of sites surrounding Freeport in case of name danger Z/7227 attack. focus on Christmas Valley, Oregon. send operatives. It has prompted the National Foreign Intelligence Board to reconsider their approach on paratechnological warfare. On the following day, the Foundation received the following preliminary Memo from the Board meeting. A presidential order about the change of course is believed imminent. Memorandum From: The National Foreign Intelligence Board Memorandum To: North Atlantic Parathreat Response Alliance, Administrative Board, SCP Foundation Subject: Dissuasion of Soviet Extradimensional Attacks on Umbrella Defense Sites Summary: In response to the recent fatal attack on the United States Umbrella Defense System Site in Bettles, AK, the Assistant to the President for National Security Affairs requested reassessment of the Umbrella project and the paratechnological threat exerted by the Soviet Union. The reassessment of the Umbrella Nuclear Ballistic Missile Defense program concluded that the sites are vulnerable to paranormal entry and will - in the event of a Soviet nuclear or paratechnological first strike - provide insufficient intercepting capabilities and provide ample targets for Soviet paratechnological ballistic missiles on U.S. soil. The inability of the United States to perform retaliation strikes on Soviet cities is amplified by recent projections of Soviet Ballistic Missile Defense projects. This substantially reduces the United States ability to exert a conventional nuclear threat on Soviet cities. The interference by extradimensional anomalies requires further deployment of U.S. resources in Oregon and Maine to dissuade extradimensional attacks from the enclave known as the City of Three Portlands. For these reasons, the United States Department of Defense / PENTAGRAM wishes to achieve the following objectives at minimum cost: Objective 1: Interception of Soviet Paratechnological Attacks during Nuclear War: The North Atlantic Parathreat Response Alliance must continue their combined efforts to dissuade the USSR from deploying more and more paratechnological armament. It shall be noted that the U.S. President does not wish to extend the doctrine of Mutually Assured Destruction to paratechnological armament. However, the United States Government is determined to deter all paratechnological threats through equal means. Objective 2: Protection of U.S. Military Sites from Extra-Dimensional Attacks: The United States reevaluated the danger exerted by the Three Portlands Enclave and PENTAGRAM therefore makes use of Section 131 of the Umbrella Defense Act and temporarily activates mobile Umbrella weapons. The weapons shall be deployed in Oregon and Maine at the existing sites to dissuade paranormal attacks originating from the enclave. Objective 3: Destruction of Soviet Cities using Paratechnological Warfare: The United States requires the ability to strike Soviet cities even under the assumption of widespread Soviet BMD. Therefore, the U.S. Federal Government requires the unblocking of critical offensive paratechnology for military purposes. The activation of Section 13 is not sufficient to reach this objective, hence the White House will discuss further paratechnological solutions with Foundation officials. This decision has been made in light of recent Soviet paratechnological escalations. Confrontation In light of this development, Site Command 64 emergency-deployed MTF Tau-51 ("Urban Brawl") to guard the mobile Umbrella Cannons that were to be deployed in Oregon. It was feared that creatures from far yonder would attack the Umbrella Sites in Oregon or Maine and despite far greater military occupancy in those locations, it was feared that the mobile weaponry would fall into enemy hands. Incidentally, the anomaly who leads the attacks happened to attack just as the convoy guarding the mobile weapon approached the Umbrella Site. November 19, 1963 LEVEL 4: TOP SECRET Incident Report on Umbrella Convoy Attack in Christmas Valley, Oregon North Atlantic Parathreat Response Alliance Foundation transport convoy for mobile Umbrella unit. Convoy Layout The convoy consisted of six Class 8 transporters and four auxiliary vehicles. 40 personnel were deployed to guard the trucks, mostly staying in the back of the trucks. The number of trucks was chosen to disguise the position of the mobile Umbrella unit, which was located in the second vehicle counting from the lead vehicle. The auxiliary vehicles were used for area reconnaissance and clearing the road in front of the convoy. The convoy was armed with two belt-fed machine guns, one located in the back of the rear vehicle and one mounted to an auxiliary truck. Combat personnel were armed with M14 rifles, and experimental positron-discharge anti-materiel rifles [3]. Attack [15:18] Two spotter vehicles notice approaching movements from within a small roadside thicket. A warning is issued to the convoy and the vehicles turn around. [15:19]: A large pack of animals reminiscent of armored Hippopotamus burst out the thicket and immediately ram into the lead vehicle. The truck is flipped on its side, rendering it immobile and killing one of the MTF members inside. The convoy halts and MTF Tau-51 dismounts. Fire is opened on the attacking river-horses. However, the anomalous copper armor worn by the impressive river mammals rearranges itself above their natural carapace and shields them from most damage. [15:20]: A group of inhabitants of a sunless forest emerge from the forest and begin to fire arrows into the sky. The arrows turn midair before reaching their trajectory apex and lock onto members of the MTF, before accelerating towards them. MTF Tau-51 is forced to retreat into cover inside and under their vehicles. Aftermath of the attack on the convoy. Leading vehicles destroyed. [15:21]: An MTF agent retrieves an anti-materiel rifle from a truck and fires upon a giant in copper armor. The shot pierces through its skull and kills it immediately. With this weapon proven effective, the MTF begins to fight for control over the trucks containing those rifles. [15:22]: The visitor from underneath ancient stars recognizes the second truck as the container of the Umbrella Cannon and approaches it. One of the gray behemoths forces open the door to the truck and the hostile humanoid vanishes in the truck. [15:23]: The MTF is equipped with anti-materiel rifles and begin to gain ground quickly. From the safety of their cover they manage to kill several attackers from an unsung place by shooting through the truck walls, and they begin attacking the living tanks. [15:24]: The mobile Umbrella Cannon fires at an unknown target. No damage to the convoy or the MTF can be ascertained. The MTF now realizes that the weapon has been captured and opens fire at the second truck. It immediately catches fire and forces the leader of strange attacks to get out of the vehicle, where it is subdued. [15:25]: Using the anti-materiel rifles, the MTF dispatches the legendary hippos, which in conjunction with the immobilization of their leader convinces the nameless bowmen to flee. After seven minutes, the fight ends. Aftermath Both leading vehicles and the Umbrella Cannon burned out. Reinforcements from Christmas Valley were quickly on the scene and injured MTF-Agents were moved to Site 64. The imposter from Bettles was imprisoned and moved to Christmas Valley for questioning. However, Foundation operatives dissuaded U.S. military personnel from interacting with it, and the entity with great resolve was later moved to Site 64 as well. Foundation researchers picked up several spikes in Nootropic activity during the weapon's discharge and were able to link them to locations in the Soviet Union. A reaction from Soviet Groups of Interest has yet to be discovered. Containment November 19, 1963 LEVEL 6: COSMIC TOP SECRET Interview Log: Captured combatant without any designation BY ORDER OF THE OVERSEER COUNCIL THIS FILE IS CLASSIFIED LEVEL 6. UNAUTHORIZED ACCESS WILL LEAD TO IMMEDIATE DISCIPLINARY ACTION. Request Access Hide Classified Documentation The being from twisted realms sits in an interview room in Site 64. Dr. Lockwood sits opposite of it and is currently setting up recording equipment for an imminent interview. An unknown man of African descent enters the room. ???: I'm sorry, will you give us ten minutes? Lockwood: Sir. [Dr. Lockwood leaves the room. The unknown man takes place on his chair.] ???: Hello strange one. I wasn't expecting to see you again so soon. Sadly I am in a bit of a hurry. Your disturbances alarmed the White House and I have to talk to the president to explain that everything is under control, and he doesn't need to parade his stupid weapons. [He halts himself, then smiles and sits down]. Excuse me, those quarrels are not your concern. I'm sure now that you're done, the White House will reach the council's opinion. The house that is white? Well lucky me, for the Foundation sent their most important man. ???: I don't know if lucky is applicable in this situation. Though admittedly, you gave me quite a headache. First, you attack a site under my oversight, and I have to explain to the council, why I did not consider this a danger. Unfortunate. ???: Then I try to clean up, but you survive. Lucky Me. ???: And despite better judgement I offer you a deal to compensate, and grant you access to a weapon you shouldn't even know about. Lucky Me. ???: Tell me, what is it that you wish to gain out of annoying me? The council is all over my ass now, over how you were able to uncover two of our sites and gain access on them so easily. Well, tell me. How did I get access to them? Wasn't that your idea? ???: And yet, most of your friends without a goddess are dead, you are here, the council is happy, and the crisis is over. So what's your plan now? I am still here. I am a lucky one. ??? [Laughs]: Luck? What, the same luck that killed your warriors of Bettles? The same luck that killed your kind in the forest? The same luck that made us believe in a Soviet attack in Oregon and foiled your attack on the mobile unit? The same luck that brought you here? [sarcastically] Truly, you are a lucky one. ???: Luck is a matter of perspective. I found the Bettles site through some Soviets who thought they could abuse my kin to do their dirty work. They threatened me with horror so unspeakable, even I refuse to taste its name. But what can I say. I may not be as narrow-minded as them, but I cannot just walk into your domain and expect to win. So I had to convince my kin to follow me to do what was necessary. With every sacrifice that was necessary. And as I've told you: I was the one who told the man named Franklin how to fire the weapon. Wait… what have you — ???: And then you gave me all I needed to save my kind. Your blind reliance on perpetual madness and mutual destruction is confusing, yet convenient. In your arrogance you attacked us, giving me every warrior I would need. Then you came to me, like a dog that fell into a river, and offered me to partake in your madness. You pretended everything was going according to plan. And yet, your kind is so easy to figure out. All it needed was a little note on a paper and all those hate-filled men at the white residence lost their mind. They provided me with the weapon I needed to get rid of the extortioners that held my kin hostage. The madness in their homeland ended. And then your warriors provided me with the last piece of the puzzle to end this madness in your home too. You. You so-called councilors are so easy to read. Once I met you, I knew what needed to be done. Your arrogance would make it easy. So I fired the cannon in the place with the name Oregon and let your men take me. And now you even hand me the one you call Kennedy. No, you cannot… How did you do that? ???: It is as you've said, doc: I am the lucky one. You — ???: But don't worry. Before I meet the president though, I will write you a nice file, just like you do for all of my kin. Look, it will be highly secretive and with all the security measures in place to prevent your escape, just like you like it. What do you think your… how do you say it… anomalous properties are? Being lucky? [Laughs] That sounds good to me. But I have to leave now, somebody has to convince the president to shut the project down, right? After a Foundation liaison visited the United States president shortly after the incident at Christmas Valley, Oregon, the United States unilaterally terminated the Umbrella Defense Project on November 20, 1963. As per clause 19.B of the Umbrella Defense Act, Foundation operatives have begun deconstructing the permanent Umbrella Sites, decommissioning the mobile Umbrella units, and amnestizing U.S. government officials. Documentation about the project will be moved to cold storage. Anomalies associated with the Umbrella Defense Project will be scheduled for review. Thank you all for your work. Footnotes 1. A stipulation that allows the United States to deploy mobile Umbrella cannons without the consent of the Foundation for a limited period of time. After three months, an agreement about the deployment with the Foundation must be in effect for continued deployment. Bibliography 1. Simmons D., Clearwater F., Flipsen, M. A better understanding of nomenclative hazards. Foundation Publishing Archive, Portland, Amsterdam, 1952 2. Nord, A., Simmons, D. Nomenclative clustering and directed dissociation within the Noosphere. Foundation Publishing Archive, Portland, 1957 3. 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SCP-7017 | esoteric-class | by Ethagon ITEM #: SCP-7017 CONTAINMENT CLASS: MEMET1 Illustration of SCP-7017-A by Johannes Kepler Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7017 as a whole does not require additional containment as long as the Decree of Large Numbers remains in effect. For specific Containment Procedures related to SCP-7017 see: Supplement: SCP-7017-A Market Share Supplement: Containment Chamber Cube Engagement Protocol: Underground Skill Throwing Rings Engagement Protocol: Type Blue Supplement: Counter-Cleromancy Description: SCP-7017 is a universal phenomenon in which the result of rolling or throwing an SCP-7017-A instance is dependent on the results and circumstances of that instance's prior rolls and throws. SCP-7017-A refers to objects shaped like one of the five platonic solids Tetrahedron, Cube, Octahedron, Dodecahedron, and Icosahedron. Rolling or throwing an SCP-7017-A instance will hereafter be referred to as a random event. Any random event past the first one is increasingly influenced by various physical factors like slight changes in gravity or the speed of the object. After enough random events, the result may also be influenced by random events from other SCP-7017-A as well as results and circumstances of future random events. Conversely, an SCP-7017-A instance may also influence random events from other SCP-7017-A, mostly from the same category, with a large enough series of random events. These SCP-7017-A can be used to calibrate other SCP-7017-A to achieve the desired result. SCP-7017-A are universally driven by the "urge" to "land on the right side", as far as they're aware. SCP-7017-A may value self-preservation only in so far as it assists their primary goal. What the right side to land on is, depends on the individual SCP-7017-A instance and the situation they are in but are normally not human standards. SCP-7017-A can be trained to land on desired sides, which works better with unrolled instances. History: SCP-7017-A predate recorded History, making the origin of SCP-7017 unknown. Currently, the prevailing theories are that SCP-7017 was created by one or more Apex-Tier Pluripotent Entities,2 or is a natural trait of platonic solids. A man-made creation is deemed unlikely. Under the guidance of GOI-D50, SCP-7017-A played a role in the following events: The Fall of Troja The Ruin of the Library of Alexandria The Fifth and Sixth Occult War Plato's and Euclid's writing The Collapse of the Roman Republic The Fall of the Sui Dynasty The Victory of the American War of Independence 1979 Nuclear False Alarm Incident This list is not comprehensive. Related Groups: Multiple Groups of Interest exist which make heavy use of, or are built around SCP-7017. A comprehensive list can be found under the GOI-D designation. The most significant of these Groups is GOI-D50 ("Platonic Progenitors") consisting of the 5 SCP-7017-A instances with the most random events behind them, and thus the greatest historical relevance. Collectively GOI-D50 is able to decide the result of every random event. GOI-D50 consists of POI-D4, POI-D12, POI-D8, POI-D6, and POI-D20 ordered roughly by the date of their first appearance. POI-D4 POI-D12 POI-D8 POI-D6 POI-D20 Person of Interest File #D4 POI-D4, prior to its ascension Form: Tetrahedron Alias: "The Ascended" Preferred Method of Roll Manipulation: Temperature Changes, Spin Foundation Alignment: No relation. POI-D4 has as of yet not encountered the Foundation. Rules of Engagement: Do not engage. If a situation arises in which POI-D4 decides to arbitrate, a risk analysis is to be performed by the Administrator before using POI-D4 is granted. Biography: The oldest records of SCP-7017 date to the 3rd millennium BC throughout Egypt and Sumer. Both used SCP-7017-A enough for SCP-7017 to become noticeable. Through the Royal Game of Ur, a Sumerian game featuring 4-sided SCP-7017-A, were specific SCP-7017-A instances exposed to enough random events for their behaviour to gain interest outside a single game. POI-D4 was an often used SCP-7017-A instance from that game. It gained small renown for always rolling "in a fair way". POI-D4 was subsequently used in games with higher and more politically motivated stakes. POI-D4 eventually gained the attention of two or more Pluripotent Entities that were active at that time. It was asked to arbitrate in matters concerning the Theochorus.3 With its agreement, POI-D4 subsequently went through apotheosis to a ⅔-Tier Pluripotent Entity under the name "𒀭𒋫𒈾𒀀(Antanaa)". This ascension caused a shift in the behaviour of SCP-7017-A. From thereon, most instances showed a bias toward rolling numbers which would lead to it being used in more important decisions.4 POI-D4 has only made brief appearances on earth since, with the more prominent being a roll by Julius Caesar during the siege of Alexandria in 48 BC, resulting in parts of the Library of Alexandria being burned and its subsequent decline. It was also used as part of the ritual in the Sixth Occult War (1875–1882 AD) that resulted in the death of the Demiurge from severe burns. It is unknown whether or not POI-D4 was ever restricted by the Decree of Large Numbers. POI-D4 is currently arbitrating in Undervegas over matters of whether or not their casinos want to move away from using SCP-7017-A or not. Behaviour: Unlike most other members of GOI-D50, POI-D4 shows almost no interest in SCP-7017-A, future random events or its own self-preservation. Its decision-making is completely focused on causing a "fair" result for any particular random event. It does this in accordance with its own as-of-yet mostly undeciphered standards. POI-D4 may be influenced in its decision by not appreciating its role as an arbiter, in which case a more detrimental result is likely for the next random event. Given its status as a ⅔-Tier Pluripotent Entity, it is likely that POI-D4 takes the entirety of history into account for deciding the result of any random event. All games or rolls using POI-D4 have had severe consequences mostly involving something burning either in a physical or a metaphorical sense. POI-D4 does not participate in GOI-D50 directly, but its decisions are seen as sacrosanct and often influence the behaviour of the rest of the group. Person of Interest File #D12 POI-D12 Form: Dodecahedron Alias: "The Seer" Preferred Method of Roll Manipulation: Space Curvature Foundation Alignment: Varies Rules of Engagement: Capture, if possible. Actions should otherwise be observed from a distance and brought to the Divination Department for analysis. Biography: The shift in the behaviour of SCP-7017-A caused by the apotheosis of POI-D4, caused both the spread of SCP-7017-A to more cultures and growing suspicion about the behaviour of SCP-7017-A. The only instances used to arbitrate in more important decisions were those sponsored by a theological entity. The entity would use the instance as a messenger of divine will and the instance would get the opportunity to be used in more important events without arousing suspicion. This practice eventually resulted in the creation of new SCP-7017-A by theological entities. POI-D12 is likely one such instance, created by a Pluripotent Entity as a gift to Cassandra before the Trojan War (1194–1184 BC). Each side of POI-D12 represents a constellation making POI-D12 usable for astrological predictions. Cassandra used POI-D12 to predict the future throughout her life without being able to affect anything using this granted knowledge. Most accounts of POI-D12 depict it joining Grand Karcist Ion after Cassandra's death, influencing him to take up arms against the Daevite civilization and aiding him in getting the means to do so. POI-D12 would then have stood on Ion's side until given as a gift to Klavigar Nadox. These accounts are disputed as the sarkist rebellion is dated to the 18th century BC and therefore before the Trojan War. However, given PO-D12's possible affinity to it, the usage of time travel cannot be ruled out. It is assumed that POI-D12 sought out other companions over time until it settled in Rome in the 2nd century BC. The Romans used POI-D12 as a prototype for the so-called "roman dodecahedrons", which apart from the different sizes of its holes look mostly identical to POI-D12. Roman dodecahedrons were intrinsically tied to accessing other realms or spaces. This was based on POI-D12's access to divine and other sources for visions of the future through the constellations. Various roman dodecahedrons were used to manipulate space, access other realms or facilitate rudimentary time travel. The latter version never saw extensive usage until it was found by the Mongols leading to the creation of The Golden Horde. In 614 AD, POI-D12 predicted that the next Chinese emperor would bear the name Li. This prophecy influenced Li Yuan's behaviour leading up to his uprising and ascension to the throne in 618 AD and with it the end of the Sui Dynasty. Not much is known about the involvement of POI-D12 during the Fifth Occult War (1618–1648 AD), as the fifthist involvement has been antimemetically sealed. It is assumed that it either aided or obstructed the effort of anchoring [DATA LOST] further to baseline reality. In 1912 AD, POI-D12 was rolled by the captain of the RMS Titanic as he was on the fence on whether or not to draft an officer. The result of the random event led to that officer being replaced. The officer left without giving his replacement the key to the binocular cabinet, leaving the crew unable to use binoculars during the Titanic's voyage. The British Occult Service was able to divine the involvement of POI-D12 in the sinking of the Titanic, leading POI-D12 to seek shelter in the Foundation for a time, after POI-D6 convinced POI-D12 to limit itself to sub-dice-veil5 activities in return. As POI-D12 was a guest of POI-D6, no proper experimentation or containment was established during its stay by order of the Administrator. POI-D12 officialized its stay behind the dice-veil to GOI-D50 after the 1979 Nuclear False Alarm Incident. The current whereabouts and activities of POI-D12 are unknown. Behaviour: POI-D12 holds a grudge against the Pluripotent Entity that made it due to its predicting rolls having no effect throughout Cassandra's lifetime, resulting in a different attitude towards all of its future rolls: All its predictions result in a future that would not have come to pass otherwise, being it by avoiding the prediction or by enabling it through a self-fulfilling property of the prediction. As evidenced by the sinking of the Titanic, it is likely that POI-D12 does not care about the consequences of its rolls only that there are consequences. POI-D12 participates in GOI-D50 only sporadically, having an interest in SCP-7017-A being used only for random events that have wide-reaching consequences in general, and being used for fortune-telling. GOI-D50 did not change its behaviour towards POI-D12 despite its role in the fall of the Sui Dynasty, likely because of its abilities. Person of Interest File #D8 POI-D8 Form: Octahedron Alias: "The Crystal" Preferred Method of Roll Manipulation: Air current manipulation Foundation Alignment: Hostile Rules of Engagement: Containment should be established as soon as possible. Any underground SCP-7017-A game rings led by POI-D8 that threaten the veil are to be shut down with all participating SCP-7017-A instances being apprehended as well. POI-D8 should then be brought to the Anomalous Weapon Division for analysis. UPDATE: No plans currently exist to utilize POI-D8 after its containment. Biography: In the 3rd century BC, Plato determined all five shapes that cause SCP-7017, naming them platonic solids. Plato made a series of experiments to prove that each of the four elements is linked to one platonic solid.6 Euclid of Alexandria later proved that there could not be more than the five platonic solids, postulating that SCP-7017 was caused by these specific geometric characteristics. He wrote at length about SCP-7017 as well as experiments about it in the original version of his book Elements. Plato and Euclid are both often cited as creators of POI-D8 for experimental purposes. These characterizations of SCP-7017 being a god-given/fundamental phenomenon legitimized the usage of SCP-7017-A, resulting in a Golden Age of SCP-7017-A usage, where they were used for anything from luck and agility-based games to fortune telling and consulting in important decisions. During this time the long-standing and well-hidden tradition of heads of states having a full set of different-sided SCP-7017-A in their office with the idea to use them when they are on the fence about a decision came about. It is likely that these sets did not get used very often. Nevertheless, both POI-D6 and POI-D8 likely profited from this tradition. With all other members of GOI-D50 being either solitary or not yet established at the time, POI-D8 became the main influence of all SCP-7017-A. While games of chance and cleromancy7 were still practised under POI-D8, the main focus especially under octahedron-shaped SCP-7017-A shifted towards skill throwing games. Large "Skill-Throwing Rings" were established then and exist to this day, albeit underground. POI-D8 advertized these Skill-Throwing Rings in part by spreading rumours that these games were closer to the divine purpose of SCP-7017-A with games of luck being just created to please base desires. It is likely that early gambling laws had been inspired by these rumours. Participants of these skill-throwing matches have to take into account not only the throws inside the game itself but also to train their SCP-7017-A through their prior random events and circumstances. This culminated in the creation of octahedron-based weaponry used extensively by the Sui dynasty (581–618 AD). The Sui Emperors additionally used POI-D8 to deny their enemies the effective usage of said weaponry. This led to a ban on octahedrons during the Tang Dynasty after the fall of the Sui Dynasty. SCP-7017-A were phased out and largely replaced by dominoes and playing cards, which were not under the effect of SCP-7017. POI-D8 lost large parts of its influence as a result, falling out of favour with the rest of GOI-D50. The Group declared the Decree of Large Numbers as well as other programs to veil SCP-7017 from mankind to avoid future political incidents, that would result in a decline in SCP-7017-A usage. POI-D8 has since shown minimal activity, mostly focusing on keeping its still existing Skill-Throwing Rings running. Behaviour: Due to its experimental upbringing POI-D8 shows no interest in games of interest. It is instead focused on two aspects of SCP-7017: Cleansing any impurities that differentiate SCP-7017-A from perfectly replicating platonic solids, which SCP-7017-A mostly do by manipulating a random event to scrape off the impurities in the process; and SCP-7017-A being used for skill-based throwing games. POI-D8 may prefer this activity to other activities due to it being more involved with its element. Person of Interest File #D6 POI-D6 in its typical bronze full-body armour Form: Cube Alias: "The Standard" Preferred Method of Roll Manipulation: Stiction, Mass and Gravity Changes Foundation Alignment: Aligned Rules of Engagement: [CLASSIFIED UNDER 5/GENERAL BY ORDER OF THE ADMINISTRATOR] Biography: Historical records date the first appearance of POI-D6 on January 10, 48 BC when Julius Caesar crossed the Rubicon. Although POI-D6 was most likely created long before this event. Caesar used POI-D6 to reaffirm his conviction about a decision he had already made and POI-D6 finalised this decision by landing on the corresponding side, leading to Caesar's famous saying "Alea iacta est" before starting his civil war. POI-D6 intended for the collapse of the Roman Republic to result in laxer gambling laws. Gambling laws in the Roman Empire ultimately remained as strict as in the republic. SCP-7017-A remained in usage for illegal gambling throughout the empire. With the phasing out of SCP-7017-A under the Tang Dynasty, POI-D6 recommended to the rest of GOI-D50, POI-D4 excepted, that hiding SCP-7017 from humanity was in the group's best interest to maintain SCP-7017-A usage and thus further each member's individual goal. For this POI-D6 proposed a number of measures most importantly the Decree of Large Numbers. This decree thereafter limited all SCP-7017-A in deciding the outcome of their random events so that humans wouldn't suspect the existence of SCP-7017 beyond superstition. Other measures included the systematical destruction of evidence for SCP-7017 or any influence GOI-D50 and SCP-7017-A had in the past. Throughout this effort, the cube became the most commonly used SCP-7017-A, making POI-D6 the most influential member of GOI-D50 at the time. By the time of the late medieval period, SCP-7017 was only known by a small number of individuals, most of whom were affiliated with GOI-D50. One exception to this was Johannes Kepler, who knew about SCP-7017 but chose to focus more on the possible astronomical and elemental properties of platonic solids rather than reveal SCP-7017 to the public. Together with most records about SCP-7017, the belief about SCP-7017-A being of divine origin was also phased out, leading to the common superstition that SCP-7017-A were created by the devil, due to them being mostly associated with gambling. GOI-D50 reasoned that a reveal of SCP-7017 would at the time result in a hunt and wide-ranged destruction of SCP-7017-A. POI-D6 started to assist anomaly-focused agencies of the time, like the Royal Office for Christian Artifacts, in order to better prevent the rediscovery of SCP-7017. In hopes to build grounds that were again more favourable for the usage of SCP-7017-A, POI-D6 involved itself in the American War of Independence (1775–1783). Shortly before the Battle of Trenton, POI-D6 prolonged a poker-like game using SCP-7017-A8 causing Johann Rall to ignore a message warning him about George Washington's arrival to focus on the game instead. This decision influenced his loss of the battle, which in turn shaped the further course of the war. It is disputed whether or not this had any effect on the usage of SCP-7017-A. Containment Cube during Recalibration. Note the training pips. POI-D6 was part of the American Secure Containment Initiative during its entire tenure and joined the Foundation in [REDACTED]. The presence of POI-D6 made the establishment of the Containment Cubes possible: Cube-shaped Cells that are manipulated through their series of random events as an SCP-7017-A instance as well as through POI-D6 to make them nearly impossible to remove from their resting position. This results in an increase in stability during earthquakes and containment breaches. Containment Cubes can also be used for rolling away in case the Facility gets compromised although Icosahedron-shaped Chambers would be preferable for these efforts. Further projects by POI-D6 as part of the Foundation are classified 5/General by order of the Administrator Behaviour: It is very likely that POI-D6 was originally focused on gambling, manipulating its random events to cause a "good game". Its behaviour changed over time to uphold the current status of the decree of large numbers and the secrecy of SCP-7017. As the secrecy of SCP-7017 has with the conception of the Foundation been folded into the veil, POI-D6 has a vested interest in upholding the veil and containing its enemies. POI-D6 is the current sub-veil leader of GOI-D50. Person of Interest File #D20 POI-D20 Form: Icosahedron Alias: "The Modern" Preferred Method of Roll Manipulation: Humidity Changes, Rolling Friction Foundation Alignment: Neutral Rules of Engagement: Track down, to start the negotiation over helping the Foundation calibrate Icosahedron-based vehicles. Should otherwise not be engaged. Biography: POI-D20 was created somewhere towards the end of Ptolemaic Egypt between 100 and 30 BC. During and after this period, POI-D20 mainly used its time to try out various games that used Icosahedron-shaped SCP-7017-A and ones that did not before POI-D20 inserted itself into them. With the end of Ptolemaic Egypt, POI-D20 started travelling to other countries, mostly by sea. It can be assumed that POI-D20 visited every culture that uses SCP-7017-A for games, often developing new games in the process, that sometimes lost their SCP-7017-A component later. POI-D20 persisted in this modus operandi under the leadership of both POI-D8 and later POI-D6. When it was ordered by GOI-D50, it would pursue more specific actions like keeping a minimal presence in the Tang Dynasty to not void it completely of SCP-7017-A or to introduce Johann Rall to its poker-derived game. In the 1950s AD, due to growing concerns by GOI-D50 about the rise of computerized random generators, POI-D20 was tasked with ensuring that any such methods would be subject to SCP-7017. (See SCP-7017-SUP-LCG for the full documentation about how this was implemented.) This program was known to cause errors which were ignored by GOI-D50 until the 1979 Nuclear False Alarm Incident. This incident was caused by errors in the program which falsely notified the North American Aerospace Defense Command of the launch of 250 nuclear missiles by the Soviet Union. The severity of this error led to GOI-D50 rethinking their approach about manipulating humanity with most members agreeing to limit their activities to under the veil where they were less bound by keeping SCP-7017 a secret, giving the responsibility for SCP-7017-A usage in Normal Society to POI-D20. The bugs in the program were fixed and as part of the new direction of GOI-D50, it was no longer pushed for the program to be universal for all computerized random generation methods. This led to many of today's used methods not being under the effect of SCP-7017. POI-D20 used its new responsibility over Normal Society to push for an increase in the popularity of tabletop games, specifically those using SCP-7017-A. It had started this practice in the 1960s already when it pushed for increased usage of SCP-7017-A other than cubes in wargames. A representative of each kind of SCP-7017-A became part of the set used by these wargames. Later the Pentagonal Trapezohedron, which is not under the effect of SCP-7017, was added to this set to better mask SCP-7017. The Administrator and the O5 Council deemed this a safe development for SCP-7017-A. Foundation assets were subsequently used to aid POI-D20 in its approach to increase the set's popularity. Today this set is seen as the standard set for random generation in tabletop roleplaying games. Since this shift of attention to hobby and sub-veil spaces, GOI-D50 and SCP-7017-A played no significant role in any historical events. Behaviour: POI-D20 enjoys creating new games and new scenarios, or such it deems 'interesting', in existing games. It has a preference for strategy games with a random element over pure skill- or chance-based games. POI-D20 is the current leader of GOI-D50 regarding Normal Society. Threat Analysis: The Decree of Large Numbers makes empirical proof of SCP-7017 impossible. SCP-7017-A are in principle able to threaten the veil and civilians through weaponization, deception of randomness and divination. Instances weaponizing themselves only happens in rare circumstances and should be dealt with as containment of the offending instance in its own file. Instances deceiving civilians into decisions they think were decided randomly has likewise been eliminated as a concern after the decision of GOI-D50 to focus on hobby and sub-veil activities. The additional danger posed by instances being able to become Type-Blues or Half-Constructed Intelligences9 should be handled through their respective protocols. Divination remains an uncontained danger by the few instances capable of it. This threat can be mitigated by staying on neutral to positive terms with all of GOI-D50 and through them all SCP-7017-A. The close relationship of the Foundation with POI-D6 should be able to act as an additional deterrent for using such abilities against the Foundation. It is the Administrator's belief that the history of SCP-7017-A could not have evolved to the degree it did without the outside help of pluripotent entities, historical individuals like Plato, and organizations like the Foundation. Left to its own affairs, GOI-D50 struggles with the same problems of self-sabotage and unpredictability of social developments that most conspiracies do. Therefore, the only Foundation action necessary in dealing with SCP-7017 as a whole is to enforce the current level of influence and unpolitical focus that SCP-7017-A have. The benefits the Foundation gets from SCP-7017 through POI-D6 and the success of veiling SCP-7017 by GOI-D50 both prior to and after the creation of the veil make the otherwise lax Containment Procedures and the Memet Classification the optimal choice. Footnotes 1. Item ensures its own containment. 2. Omnipotent and most of the time theological entities colloquially called "gods". 3. The collective sphere of all theological entities. 4. Prior to the ascension no unified behaviour of SCP-7017-A could be established. It is assumed that most Instances chose results "in the moment" before. 5. The dice-veil comprises a smaller group inside the veil that is aware of SCP-7017. 6. Except for the dodecahedron which was what "the gods made the heavens out of". 7. Divination by throwing SCP-7017-A 8. Later attributed to Poker by the American Secure Containment Initiative. 9. Both are designations used for Thaumaturges and a Type of Familiar. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7017" by Ethagon, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7017. 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-7018 | euclid | Hello! Thank you for tapping on the info module. This 7K entry was a whole ton of fun to write, being majorly dialogue-led. From the beginning, our team knew that there were going to be a lot of entries this year that were gambling adjacent, so we decided to go a bit in a different direction. What better than to have our AAs meet and encounter different groups? While being chased? Right off the bat, we start with a transcript. This is to give the implication that Ekene came into Foundation containment very recently. Hope you enjoy! Thank you to my partners in crime, TopDownUnder and MetalRavioli for writing with me this time around! Thanks to Fish^12, Dr trintavon does not match any existing user name , Toastee and TheyCallMeTim for giving much useful critique! Desired slots: 7001 7002 7003 7777 7017 If none of these slots are available, we'll take the lowest possible slot. - Cole 13 [Link here ▸ More by this Author ◂] {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} SITE-225 NEVADA [TRANSCRIPT START] 4 people are sitting in a small interview room. Two people in lab coats (Doctors Akabi Hayk and Cole Thereven) are sitting across from a person wearing a black jumpsuit (SCP-7018). Sitting in the corner of the room is a woman in a lab coat, who appears to possess frilled gills and an elongated aquatic tail (Doctor Azariah Varioli). Dr. Cole Thereven clears his throat. Dr. Thereven: Hello— I am Dr. Cole Thereven, the Director of the Department of Anomalous Communications and Relations. This recording is taking place in Site-225 with Dr. Azariah Varioli, Senior researcher, overseeing. Dr. Varioli— proof of presence? Dr. Varioli: Hello? Dr. Thereven: Today we will be holding SCP-7018's initial interview and testing. I am here with Dr. Akabi Hayk, Foundation Parapsychologist. 7018, Dr. Hayk, proof of presence? Dr. Hayk: Present. SCP-7018: Hey. Dr. Thereven: Well, sorry about that. Done with the… formalities. Ugh. How is everyone this morning? Dr. Hayk: Feeling fine, a bit groggy. Dr. Thereven: Right there with you. Dr. Varioli: Well I had to wake up early and come here to oversee this, so you tell me, goatee. Dr. Thereven: Funny. A couple seconds of silence. Dr. Thereven: You, Ekene? SCP-7018: Fine. Dr. Thereven clears his throat again. Dr. Thereven: Well, then. I guess we should get to it. For the record— SCP-7018 has been shown opening wormholes of varying sizes. These wormholes grant access to assorted 'multiverses'. These wormholes seem to open at times of need, with objects that are useful in different circumstances. Dr. Hayk: For example, we will give SCP-7018 a D20 die, and have them roll an 8 three times. Dr. Thereven: Sounds good. Dr. Cole Thereven reaches into his labcoat, and comes back out with a grey 20-sided die. He sets it on the metal table in front of him. Dr. Hayk: Hey, Ekene, could you roll three eights? Without saying anything, SCP-7018 reaches across the table, while glaring at Dr. Thereven and Dr. Hayk, and grabs the D20. They shake it in their cupped hands. They let it drop to the table, and it rolls. In mid-roll, a bright, blue light flashes around the die. When the light is gone, the die is seemingly replaced with a wooden engraved D20. It slows, and lands upwards on 8. SCP-7018 picks up the D20, cups their hands again, and rolls it. They let it drop on the table and roll. A bright, blue light flashes around it again, and it is replaced with a glass D20. Inside of the glass D20 is a miniature, purple, humanoid entity, pounding on the sides of the die. The die lands upwards on 8. Dr. Varioli: Oh, wow. A purple people eater. SCP-7018 picks up the glass D20, cups it in their hands, rolls it, and lets it drop on the table. Again, the bright blue light flashes around it, and the glass die is replaced with the original grey die. The die lands upward on 8. Dr. Thereven: Thank you, Ekene. Alarms start blaring. Speaker System: PERIMETER BREACHED. PLEASE REMAIN CALM AS ONSITE OPERATIVES PURSUE SAID BREACH. Dr. Varioli: Uh—it's fine, you three. Just keep going. These usually blow over quickly. Dr. Hayk: Alright. Cole? Dr. Thereven: Yup. Ekene, do you remember gaining these abilities at all? A pause. SCP-7018: I…don't. I think I've always had them. Dr. Hayk: Interesting. If you had these abilities your entire life, the Foundation should have found you way earlier. Dr. Thereven: Perhaps your abilities…changed? SCP-7018: Exactly. It didn't happen this often. Dr. Thereven: What do you mean? SCP-7018: Well, I- Gunshots echo from the hallway outside of the room. Dr. Varioli: How— How did they get here so quickly? We're on the bottom floor, security would have found them before they reached us. Gunshots come from the other side of the hallway. Dr. Varioli: Sounds like they're getting taken care of right now. Alarms sound from within the room. Speaker System: INITIATING AUXILARY LOCKDOWN SEQUENCE. LOCKDOWNS CAN BE OVERRIDDEN IN SEPARATE ROOMS WITH LEVEL FIVE CLEARANCE. The door to the room shuts, and locks. A metal grate comes down from the top of the door frame, and locks in place at the bottom. Dr. Thereven: Shit. Dr. Varioli: Hang on. We're literally the only ones here. Dr. Varioli: looks at SCP-7018. Dr. Varioli: They're here for Ekene. Dr. Hayk: Do we have any other way out of here? Dr. Varioli: What? Dr. Hayk: You're a senior researcher of this site, you must have a back door. Dr. Varioli: Well, I do. I'm going to warn you though, it won't be comfortable. Dr. Thereven: Whatever it takes. Dr. Varioli: First thing's first. Dr. Varioli gets under the table. She then removes a metal grate from the floor. She takes her clearance card from the inside of her labcoat, and inserts it inside a slot in the floor. It clicks, and a small door pops up from the floor, revealing three weapons. She comes back up, holding them in her arms. Dr. Varioli: I'm glad I studied the plans for the site. They keep weapons in almost every room in case of a breach just like this. Here. She tosses both Dr. Thereven and Dr. Hayk a Glock 19 each. They tuck the Glock 19s into their lab coats. Dr. Varioli: These should be fine. Ekene, you're stuck with me for now. Dr. Varioli moves to the back corner of the room. Dr. Varioli: Over here is a ventilation grate, it's big as we need it to be. She points to a tall grate at the corner of the room, which is about 1.9 meters in height, and .30 meters in width. Dr. Varioli: let's get this open. Two flashes of bright, blue light appear above the group. When the flashes dissipate, two crowbars clatter to the ground. One of which is wet, rusted, and has barnacles attached to it. The other seems to be made of compacted sand. Dr. Thereven: Thank you, Ekene. Dr. Varioli and Dr. Thereven both pick up a crowbar, and get to work opening the ventilation grate. SCP-7018: I didn't do that on purpose. I…panicked. It's like it doesn't want me to fail. Dr. Hayk: What doesn't want you to fail? SCP-7018: Nothing. Dr. Hayk: That's alright, we can work on that later. Dr. Hayk travels across the room, closer to the camera. She presses a button on the bottom, and a propeller comes out from the bottom of the camera. It lifts itself off the tabletop, and comes to eye level with Dr. Hayk. Dr. Hayk: We can at least document this. Shouting comes from the hallway. ??: Hey! It says two more just came up over this way! SCP-7018: Shit, shit, shit! They know. Dr. Varioli: It's going to be fine Ekene. Look—Cole and I just got the grate off. The camera pans over to the corner of the room, where the grate is detached and lying on the floor. Behind where the grate once stood it a thin ventilation passage with cooling pipes. A red hue light comes from the passage. Dr. Thereven: I could have taken a fucking vacation day today. He turns his head over to SCP-7018. Dr. Thereven: Not that it's not a pleasure meeting you. Azariah, would you and Ekene go through first? Dr. Varioli: It'd be our pleasure. Dr. Varioli enters the passage sideways, back to the wall. Dr. Varioli: You coming, Ekene? SCP-7018 enters sideways after Dr. Varioli. Next Thereven enters, and then Dr. Hayk. The camera follows them through. Dr. Thereven: Akabi, do we really have to record this? Dr. Hayk: I'd just feel better if we did. Dr. Thereven: Suit yourself. Dr. Varioli: So, this passage should lead us to the parking garage. I don't think we can take my ride, it has a Foundation tracker on it. Dr. Hayk: Well, the Foundation's not after us. Dr. Varioli: I know, I know. But we need to be secured if 'others' start tracking us. Dr. Thereven: Well, after my Nissan Sentra disappeared in another Foundation parking garage, they let me borrow a…fucking clunker. It's shitty, but gets me from point A to point B. The group is near the end of the passage, as is indicated by the sun shining through the grate at the opposite end of the passage. Dr. Varioli pushes the grate, and it clatters to the ground. The group then exits the ventilation passage. Dr. Thereven feels around in the pockets of his lab coat. Dr. Thereven: Here it is. Dr. Thereven lifts a keychain out from the pocket of his lab coat, and presses an unlock button. A beep echos in the garage. Dr. Thereven: Oh, that's where I left it. Dr. Thereven starts walking farther into the garage, while the others follow. Dr. Thereven stops at a Citroen Xantia VSX Hatchback. Dr. Thereven: What did I tell you? Dr. Varioli: Shotgun! Dr. Hayk: Really? Dr. Varioli ignores Dr. Hayk as she gets into the passenger seat of the car. Dr. Hayk sighs as she opens the door to the backseat, and gets in. The camera follows her, deactivating its propeller and falling neatly into Dr. Hayk's arms. SCP-7018 gets in next to her. Dr. Varioli: Roadtrip, everyone. Dr. Thereven: You are— He closes the door, and buckles himself in. Dr. Thereven: Hilarious. We need to go. SCP-7018: Where to though? Dr. Hayk: A safehouse, maybe? Dr. Thereven turns on the automobile and pulls out of the parking spot. Dr. Varioli: No, no. They'll expect us to go there. She looks at Dr. Thereven. Dr. Varioli: Just get us out of state. And you? She looks back at Dr. Hayk. Dr. Varioli: Quit recording. [TRANSCRIPT END] SCP-7018, shortly after Foundation containment. Item #: SCP-7018 writing this on the go, sorry for the informal writing - A.H. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7018 is currently held in the low-risk humanoid containment wing of Site-225 within a SHACC-S. SCP-7018 is currently awaiting further testing in order for more specialized containment procedures to be put into place. SCP-7018 is currently under the custody of Doctors Akabi Hayk, Azariah Varioli and Cole Thereven. Efforts are currently being made by these three to return SCP-7018 to Foundation custody once their safety has been ensured. Description: SCP-7018 is an African non-binary individual in their late twenties, identifying as "Ekene Chydi." SCP-7018 demonstrates the anomalous property to manifest objects that prove useful in their current situation. SCP-7018 does not seem able to control this ability. For example, when asked to eat a meal, SCP-7018 manifested a set of utensils to use. The exact limits of SCP-7018's property are unknown, but they have so far been recorded manifesting only handheld items. It is also unknown whether SCP-7018 is capable of manifesting weaponry. The objects that SCP-7018 manifests appear alongside flashes of bright blue light. Likewise, these objects usually demonstrate some sort of irregularity or quirk, such as being made out of exotic or hard-to-obtain materials, unique manufacturing styles, or displaying anomalous properties themselves. The exact implications of this are unknown and further research is required. ? COLORADO [TRANSCRIPT START] The camera turns on. All but Dr. Thereven in the automobile are asleep. The automobile follows a long, straight road, flanked by flat fields. It is midday. Dr. Thereven: Hey— everyone— Dr. Thereven presses the automobile horn. Dr. Thereven: Wake up. Dr. Varioli: WH—WHAT! Where the hell are we? Dr. Thereven: We're in bum-fuck middle of nowhere Colorado. Dr. Hayk is also startled awake. Dr. Hayk: Crap. The only one who has not woken up is SCP-7018, who is sleeping wearing earmuffs. They look as if they're made of woven grass. Dr. Varioli notices, and she reaches to the back, and shakes SCP-7018 awake until they stir. Dr. Varioli: Hey! Ekene! Wake up. A bright, blue light flashes around SCP-7018's head. Once it dissipates, the earmuffs disappear. SCP-7018: What…what happened? Dr. Thereven: We're in Colorado, Ekene. Dr. Hayk: We should make a stop soon. Dr. Thereven: What the fuck do you think I'm trying to find, Akabi? Dr. Thereven sighs. Dr. Thereven: No, I'm sorry. I've been up for a while. I'll be fine once I get cheap coffee and 5-hour energy drink in my system. Speaking of which— A small, old gas station appears in the distance. Dr. Thereven: There's a gas station. Um— Azariah, if you open the glove compartment, you'll find some cash in there. Dr. Thereven pulls the automobile into the small gas station parking lot. Dr. Varioli rifles through the glove compartment. Dr. Varioli: Sure, I'll get some snacks. Dr. Thereven: And coffee. Dr. Varioli: Don't worry, Cole. I won't forget your special coffee. Dr. Thereven parks the automobile, then he and Dr. Varioli exit. Dr. Varioli goes inside the gas station center, and Dr. Thereven goes towards the gas pump. Dr. Hayk: Well, we should probably use this time to stretch. SCP-7018: Yeah, sure. Dr. Hayk presses the button on the bottom of the camera and opens the door of the automobile. The camera activates its propeller, and levitates out of the automobile. SCP-7018 also exits the automobile, and slams the door. Dr. Thereven: Hey— be careful. The car barely holds together without you slamming it. SCP-7018: Oh, sorry. Dr. Thereven: That's fine. An eighteen-wheeler truck pulls into the gas station, and parks at the gas station entrance. Dr. Hayk: Strange. Dr. Thereven: What is it? Dr. Hayk: See for yourself. Dr. Thereven: So? Dr. Hayk: Would you think there would be a lot of traffic here? Dr. Thereven: I mean… The three watch as a man climbs out of the truck. From what the camera can see at a distance, the man is white, has a ginger mustache, a black top hat, and a dark red velvet tailcoat tuxedo. He starts walking towards the group. Dr. Thereven turns back towards the pump. Dr. Thereven: Stop staring, everyone. Dr. Hayk: But what if- Dr. Thereven: But what if nothing, Akabi. He's probably going into the center to buy shit. The man continues walking, and walks past the entrance to the gas station center. Uknown: Hello, assholes! Dr. Thereven: Oh wow. SCP-7018: Excuse me, who are you? Fuller: Doesn't matter who I am, but if your curious ass really wants to know, I'm Herman. Herman Fuller. Dr. Therven: Herman Fu… that Herman Fuller? Fuller: You know of me! Of course you do, everyone knows Herman Fuller. Dr. Hayk: But— Haven't you been dead for a while now? Fuller: I was brought back as a puppet, but I eventually escaped. How did I separate myself? Doesn't matter! I'm Herman fucking Fuller! But you're asking the wrong question. Dr. Hayk: Well, why did you come find us? Fuller: Bingo. He reaches underneath his tuxedo, and brings out a wound-up bullwhip. He points it at SCP-7018. Fuller: For them. Dr. Thereven: Shit. SCP-7018: What? Why? Fuller: Isn't it obvious? I want you for my act. SCP-7018: Wait- are you with the people who broke into… SCP-7018 looks at Dr. Hayk and Dr. Thereven for assistance. Dr. Thereven: Site-225. SCP-7018: Site-225? Fuller: What..? Fuller looks visibly confused. Fuller: No. I'm a one-act man now. But if you were to join me, you could be safe. All you would have to do it perform your magic popping thing for goggling masses! Help me rebuild the circus. Dr. Varioli comes out of the center, with assorted foods and liquids in her arms. Dr. Varioli: What the hell is going on here? Fuller looks at Dr. Varioli. Fuller: And perhaps I'll take frills there for good luck! Dr. Hayk: Go! Dr. Thereven disconnects the gas pump from the automobile. Dr. Varioli runs towards the automobile's front passenger seat, and gets in, dumping the food items all over the floor of the automobile. Dr. Hayk grabs the camera out of midair, and rushes to get inside the automobile with SCP-7018. Fuller pulls the bullwhip back behind his head while the automobile is starting, and shatters the rear window glass with the whip, sending glass flying. Dr. Varioli: Cole! Go go go! Dr. Thereven: I fucking know! Thereven rushes the car out of the gas station lot, and quickly skids onto the main road. Dr. Varioli: Who the fuck was that?? Dr. Hayk frantically brushes glass off of herself Dr. Thereven: Fuller! Dr. Varioli: Who? A loud crash is heard from behind the car. The camera turns back to see Fuller driving his eighteen-wheeler through the gas station pumps, and onto the road. The truck's horn loudly honks as it begins to give chase. Dr. Thereven: Herman Fuller! Dr. Varioli: The circus clown!? Dr. Hayk: Technically not a clown, clowns are their own spe- Dr. Thereven: Shut it, Akabi! Dr. Hayk: What matters is that he use to be in charge of the Circus of the Disquieting! Dr. Varioli: And why does he want Ekene? And me? Dr. Thereven: He's rebuilding his circus. Dr. Varioli: What about his other acts? Dr. Hayk: The Circus runs itself now ever since Fuller got the boot. Dr. Varioli: HOW DID HE KNOW ABOUT EKENE?! Dr. Thereven: How the fuck would I know? SCP-7018: Shit! SCP-7018 is sitting backwards on the seat, facing the rear window. The camera turns towards where SCP-7018 is looking. Fuller's 18-wheeler can be seen barreling towards Dr. Thereven's automobile. Fuller leans out the window while driving. Underneath his arm, he holds a Thompson Submachine gun. Fuller's voice comes out of a megaphone attached to the top of the truck. Fuller: (Laughter) Get a load of this! He lifts the Thompson Submachine gun partially above his head, and shoots. Dr. Varioli: No! A large flash of blue light appears behind the automobile. When it dissipates, several pots and pans of varying colors and sizes appear floating in midair. Once they deflect several bullets, they disappear yet again in a blue flash of light. Fuller: OoooOH? Showing off, are you? Ha! No need to impress me, you already have the job! A smaller blue flash appears under the right side of Fuller's wheels. When the flash dissipates, several needles appear and pierce about three of Fuller's tires. The needles disappear and those tires become deflated, leaving the 18-wheeler to keep driving somewhat unevenly. Fuller does not seem to take notice. Dr. Thereven: Hold on, everyone. Dr. Hayk pushes the button underneath the camera, and the propeller activates. The camera levitates out of the rear window, and flies above the two vehicles. It captures the left side of the road. Dr. Thereven stomps on the gas pedal, and the automobile moves slightly quicker, putting more distance between the two vehicles. A large flash of bright blue light appears between the two, and then dissipates. What appears seems to be a sloppily colored, two dimensional object resembling a cannon. In messy black handwriting on the side reads, "CLOWN GUN". The scale of the object is roughly around 2.9 meters in height. A 2 dimensional ball like that of a pen scribble comes from the front of the "CLOWN GUN" and builds up. It then launches itself at Fuller's truck. Fuller: Oh shit! When the ball hits Fuller's truck, several things happen. The "CLOWN GUN" disappears in a blue flash of light, the front of Fuller's truck implodes, and Dr. Thereven's automobile recoils from the impact, and is sent flying off the highway. The camera travels to where the automobile wreckage is. The automobile lands on the side of the road, and has been turned upside-down. Dr. Hayk, Dr. Varioli, and Dr. Thereven take several minutes to climb from under the wreckage. The camera gets closer. SCP-7018: Guys? Guys? Fuck, my arm's stuck! Dr. Varioli: Shit, are you alright? SCP-7018: I'm really not! Dr. Varioli: Hold on, we'll get you out. Cole! Akabi! Over here! Dr. Thereven and Dr. Hayk rush over to them. Dr. Varioli grabs onto SCP-7018's arm, and starts pulling. Dr. Varioli: Help! Doctors Hayk and Thereven grab onto Dr. Varioli, and pull. Dr. Hayk: It's not enough pull. A flash of blue light appears next to SCP-7018. SCP-7018: What? When the light dissipates, an axe made of stone appears, floating near SCP-7018. The axe pulls back and cleaves SCP-7018's right arm off. SCP-7018 screams and the group pulls them out. [TRANSCRIPT END] Addendum 7018.01 Further Abilities I'll tidy this up later -A.H. Ekene's abilities are much more interesting than we initially thought. It appears that they are capable of going past what the laws of motion would consider "possible". Furthermore, they also seem to be capable of manifesting objects which maintain two-dimensional properties. This raises the question — could Ekene manifest objects that exist on a four-dimensional scale? A five-dimensional scale? I'm fascinated by the thought. However, I do wonder what situation would render such objects "useful". What's really interesting, however, is the fact that Ekene's abilities do not appear to completely protect Ekene, per se. Earlier, Ekene's arm got stuck under Cole's crashed car, and we couldn't get him out. After we pulled, Ekene manifested an ax, which cut their arm clean off. What's fascinating about this, is that this was useful to Ekene! Because if Ekene's arm wasn't chopped off, Ekene would have been stuck there, and most likely would have died. This raises even more questions. Are Ekene's abilities intelligent? Can it determine the exact danger of a situation? Does it have regard for Ekene's safety? Well, they clearly do to some extent on that last one, as cutting off Ekene's arm saved their life. But then, why not just manifest a new arm? I don't have time to brainstorm at the moment, I need to go help Ekene, they're in bad shape. We're going to try and get out of here tomorrow morning. ? COLORADO [TRANSCRIPT START] The camera turns on. It is apparently strung around Dr. Hayk's neck. The rest of the group can be seen walking along the side of the very same highway in the last transcript. It appears to be late morning. A torn arm of Dr. Thereven's lab coat can be seen, tightened around SCP-7018's latest injury. Due to blood loss, SCP-7018 rocks slightly while walking. Dr. Varioli has her thumb out towards the road, apparently hitch-hiking. Dr. Hayk: I'm telling you, that's not going to work. Not out here, at least. Dr. Varioli: Well, what if it does? Dr. Thereven: Stop bickering, you two. We just need to get to a…town or something. So fucking hot out here. SCP-7018 feels where their arm was, apparently trying to grab onto it, forgetting that it is now gone. SCP-7018 stops. Dr. Varioli: Uh— Ekene, are you feeling alright? SCP-7018: I'm kind of freaking out. Dr. Varioli: What's wrong? SCP-7018: Oh, I don't know probably the fact that I was kidnapped, shown a secret organization that plays god, had to escape from a…a…facility with three doctors, and I just got in a car chase with a fucking clown? Dr. Hayk: Ringleader. SCP-7018 looks at Dr. Hayk, in disbelief. SCP-7018: Are you kidding me? Dr. Hayk does not respond. SCP-7018: And now my arm's just fucking gone? It's gone? Just like that- Dr. Varioli: Hey, hey. Calm down. We can figure this out if we- SCP-7018: I will not calm down! A blue flash of light appears under Dr. Varioli's lab coat, then disappears. Dr. Varioli: What…what did you do? Dr. Varioli pulls back her lab coat to reveal a canteen, clipped to her pants. Dr. Varioli: You replaced my clean drinking water with… Dr. Varioli takes the canteen off her pants and shakily holds it. She takes the cap off and peers inside. Dr. Varioli: Shitty canteen water? I need clean water to survive, Ekene. Switch it back. SCP-7018: Doesn't everyone need clean water? Dr. Varioli: No, no. You don't understand. If you haven't noticed, I'm part axolotl. Have you noticed the fucking gills, Ekene? Dr. Varioli ruffles her gills. Dr. Varioli: Pure, filtered water is the only liquid I can survive on. SCP-7018: I told you all, I don't have any control over what I bring. Dr. Varioli: Don't trifle with me. I- Dr. Thereven quickly crosses to Dr. Varioli's shoulder. Dr. Thereven: Do you maybe want to slow down? You forget yourself. Dr. Varioli is breathing heavily, and glaring at SCP-7018. Dr. Varioli: I need that water. Dr. Thereven: We understand that, Azariah. I promise you that Ekene didn't replace your water on purpose. They're just…scared. Dr. Varioli: I..I… Dr. Thereven: If we're going to get out of this, we can't argue over petty shit. A bright blue light flashes in Dr. Varioli's hand. When it dissipates, Dr. Varioli holds a long metal water canister. SCP-7018: I'm…I'm sorry. Dr. Varioli: No, I am. Cole's right, I fucked up. Dr. Hayk: But how did you…control it? SCP-7018: Dunno. Dr. Thereven: We should really be asking another question, I think. Dr. Varioli: Such as? Dr. Thereven: For starters, how do so many people know about Ekene? Ekene's 'acquisition' happened so quickly another group wouldn't have had an opportunity to know about them. Dr. Hayk: I've heard of GOIs smuggling their own AICs into the Foundation's database to observe new entries and such. Dr. Varioli: Isn't that quite literally impossible? The Foundation has some pretty impenetrable security. Dr. Thereven: Unless some former employee had an old AIC already in there? Dr. Varioli: No way to know. Dr. Hayk and the camera turn, to face a pickup truck going towards them. Dr. Hayk holds her thumb out. Dr. Hayk: Hey! Dr. Varioli: Really? Camera and Dr. Hayk turn back. Dr. Hayk: I saw an opportunity and took it. Dr. Varioli sighs. Dr. Thereven: Azariah, tuck in your gills. Dr. Varioli: Yeah, good idea. Dr. Varioli tucks her gills behind her hair and hides her tail under her labcoat. The pickup truck slows to a stop in front of the group. The window rolls down, and an older man looks out the window. He has a red, but greying beard, a 'Cabela's' baseball cap, a dark red, long-sleeved collared shirt, and overalls. ?: Hey, strangers. Where ya headed? Dr. Varioli: Hey, sir,- Landon: You can call me Landon, miss. Dr. Varioli: Yes— Landon. We just need to get to where there's water and food. Landon: Perfect. I'll take yall into town. Landon notices SCP-7018's injury. Landon: Say, what happened to yer arm? Dr. Thereven: It's nothing, sir- SCP-7018: We got into a nasty car crash earlier on this road. Landon: You mean the one with the 18-wheeler? SCP-7018: You know about it? Landon: Do I know about it? There's a whole ton a' cop cars investergatin' the crash. Even saw a fancy feller being loaded onto a strecher. Do I need to get you to a hospital? SCP-7018: No, sir. Landon: As you wish. He opens the side door in the front. Landon: What was your name again? SCP-7018: Ekene. Landon: Well, Ekene, I want you to stay up front so I can keep an eye on that wound of yours. SCP-7018: Yes sir. SCP-7018 gets into the side of the pickup truck. Landon: Rest of yall, this here truck only seats two up front. I apologize, but you'll have to get into the bed of the ol' pickup and sit tight. Dr. Varioli: No need to apologize. Thanks for the ride. Landon: No problem. Dr. Thereven: Yeah, thank you. Dr. Varioli and Dr. Thereven head to the bed of the pickup truck, climb in, and sit down. Dr. Hayk stay back a few moments, apparently suspicious, and then goes to the back, along with the camera to sit. [TRANSCRIPT END] Addendum 7018.02 Further Abilities This will be a shorter entry. -A.H. Today, Ekene switched out Dr. Varioli's purified drinking water with murkier water in a canteen. Ekene displayed absolutely no control over this incident. Being a life-threatening situation, Dr. Varioli lost her, and forgive my informality, "cool", and engaged in an aggressive argument with Ekene. Ekene began to panic, and returned the purified water. This brings up the question, can Ekene's abilities possibly be controlled? Their understanding of needing to return the original water, and the actual return of the original water bring up an interesting opportunity for improvement. If their abilities can be tamed, that would aid us greatly in our journey. More on this later. ? KANSAS [TRANSCRIPT START] Dr. Hayk turns on the camera. It is dawn, and Dr. Hayk is sitting up. Doctors Varioli and Thereven are still asleep. The three are still in the bed of the pickup truck, and behind the truck can be seen a wooded area divided with a road. Through the back window in the driver/passenger compartment, SCP-7018 can be seen, sleeping while Landon drives. Dr. Hayk: (Whispering) Hey, you two, wake up. Dr. Varioli stirs. Dr. Varioli: Oh, hey Akabi. What— Dr. Varioli stretches and yawns while talking. Dr. Varioli: Has you up this early? Dr. Hayk: I think it's something we should have discussed a long time ago. Dr. Varioli looks at Dr. Hayk curiously, then shakes Dr. Thereven awake. Dr. Varioli: Cole, get up. Dr. Thereven: What— I'm awake! I'm awake. Dr. Hayk: So— I think we should discuss our…intentions. Dr. Varioli: Meaning? Dr. Hayk: Where this whole "trip" is going to get us. Dr. Varioli: Weren't we going to try and get Ekene to another facility? Dr. Hayk: Yes, but which facility? We have to choose carefully. Dr. Varioli: Have you considered us going out of country? Dr. Hayk: To be safe, we should go to a facility in the states. Dr. Thereven: We could go to Site-87. Dr. Hayk: In Wisconsin? Dr. Hayk eyes Dr. Thereven suspiciously. Dr. Thereven: It's a Site where we can lay low for a bit. Pretty calm there. Dr. Varioli: I don't think we want to risk getting caught up in a narrative anomaly while stuck in this situation. Dr. Hayk: We could go to New York. Dr. Varioli: New York? Dr. Thereven: Isn't there just a small Site for containing small artifacts? Dr. Hayk: Yeah, I know the one you're thinking of. 28. Dr. Varioli: But why New York? Dr. Hayk: I caught word of a new Site being built there. Under Central Park. Site-900, I believe. They apparently focus on humanoid anomalies. Dr. Thereven: Let's say we traveled there. Would they even take us? Dr. Hayk: As long as we have our IDs. Dr. Varioli: We'll… think about purchasing plane tickets. The pickup truck slows to a halt in front of a small, old wooden house with a farm in the distance and at least two acres of land. Landon can be seen tapping SCP-7018 on the shoulder, waking them up. He turns around, and talks to the group in the back of the pickup. Landon: Hey, y'all. We're here. Dr. Varioli: Thank you, so much. Landon: Aw, it's no problem. He comes around to the backside of the pickup truck, and opens the small rear door to the bed. The group begins to climb out. Landon: Say, do you bunch want to join me for breakfast? I have fresh eggs and warm coffee. Dr. Thereven: That is the best thing I've heard all week. Landon: Come on in then! Landon begins walking a dirt path to the small house. At that moment, SCP-7018 groggily gets out of the passenger seat. SCP-7018: (While yawning) Morning. Dr. Varioli: Hey, uh— did you sleep alright? SCP-7018: Slept just fine. Dr. Thereven: Landon invited us in for breakfast, Ekene. SCP-7018: Oh, that's nice. SCP-7018 looks at the group, apparently concerned. SCP-7018: What's wrong? Dr. Varioli: Nothing, nothing. Dr. Hayk: Before we go in, Ekene, I'd like to give you something. Dr. Hayk unclasps a side compartment on the camera, and takes out what looks like a necklace with a small black disk on a string. He hands it to SCP-7018. Dr. Hayk: This is a smaller camera that will capture new abilities, if they do happen when we're not around. Dr. Thereven: Why are you so obsessed over documentation? Dr. Hayk: We should still do our job, correct? SCP-7018 puts the necklace around their neck, and walks up to the house. They are followed by Dr. Varioli, Dr. Thereven and finally, Dr. Hayk. SCP-7018's miniature camera activates. Dr. Hayk deactivates her camera, slipping it into her labcoat. The rest of the video is recorded by SCP-7018's camera. In the front of the porch is planted several bushes. Blue paint can been seen peeling off of the porch. Out front sits a rocking chair. The door to the house is open, although the screen door is still closed. Several things can be been from this perspective: a staircase in the center, a living room (on the right) and a kitchen (on the left). SCP-7018: Hello? Landon? Landon: Just come right in! Door's open! SCP-7018 opens the door and enters the house. Landon can be seen near a gas burner stovetop, with a spatula in hand, and piling on various breakfast food items onto a plate from a stack of several plates. Landon: Make yourselves comfortable. Son, would you make our guests feel welcome? Further into the kitchen, sitting at a hand-carved circular table, is a boy in his teen years. The boy has darker features such as dark brown hair. He is wearing a red collared shirt under a dark gray hoodie. Landon: That there is my son, Kyle. Say hello, Kyle. Kyle: Um— hello. Landon: There's a fresh pot on the table, have at it. Dr. Thereven: Excellent. Dr. Thereven walks past SCP-7018 and takes a seat next to Kyle. He pours himself a cup of coffee. Landon: Why don't yall come plate up? SCP-7018 walks towards Landon, and starts putting food on their plate. Landon has a coffee mug, and goes to lean on the counter near to the stove. Landon: I've been meaning to ask, what's with the labcoats? You doctors or something? Dr. Thereven: Um, yeah actually. We work for a…medicinal company. Dr. Hayk: We're actually traveling to a conference to announce it. Landon: Where to? SCP-7018 walks towards the table and takes a seat next to Dr. Thereven. Dr. Varioli: We're headed to New York, actually. Landon: That's a mighty long way away. Dr. Varioli: Yeah, we're actually thinking about getting plane tickets. Landon: Does Ekene also work at this company? Dr. Varioli sits down next to SCP-7018. Dr. Hayk: They do not. they actually have a rare condition that our medication will treat. Kyle: What does she have? Landon: I think they go by they, Kyle. Kyle: (Chuckles) I don't think so. How can a person be multiple people? Landon: Watch your tongue, sonny-boy. Respect our guests. Kyle: I'll respect our guests once they respect basic biology. Landon: Son, these nice folk ain't caused us no trouble. I'd expect you do the same for them. Kyle: I don't have to do anything of the sorts, Pa. These are the same kinds of people who've rotted your mind into believing all of that pronouns shit! Landon: Those people are some of the nicest folks I've ever met, and these here fellers have done nothing but ask for a ride. You've got no business disrespectin' the identity of nice folk who done nothin' to you. Kyle: And they've got no business forcing their agenda onto me! I shouldn't participate in something I don't believe in. Landon: It's not like a religion son! It's completely different. Kyle: How, Pa? How is it different? Landon: I'm not doing this right now, son. Go to your room. Kyle: I'm fifteen dad, you can't send me to my room! Landon: I sure shootin' as can! Head to your room, now. Kyle rushes out his seat, almost toppling the chair. He continues rushing up the stairs. A door can be heard slamming. Landon: I'm sorry 'bout that, you'll have to forgive him. It's my own damn fault he's not educated in diversity. SCP-7018: Thats… alright. Landon: You were saying? SCP-7018: Oh, yes. My condition, It's difficult to talk about. A few minutes go by, filled with eating. SCP-7018 finishes their plate. SCP-7018: I think that I'm going to get some air. SCP-7018 gets up from the table and leaves the kitchen. They exit out the front door and sit down in the rocking chair on the porch. SCP-7018 sighs loudly and looks at their wound. SCP-7018 rests their elbow on their knee and puts their hand to their face. SCP-7018 and remains in this position for several minutes, until the front door can be heard opening. SCP-7018 quickly looks up, with tears apparent, running down their cheeks. Standing in the front of the porch is Kyle, who apparently walked around the house. SCP-7018: Oh, it's you. How'd you get here? Kyle: That's not important. A few moments of silence go by. Kyle: So… your arm. What happened? SCP-7018 rubs their nose. SCP-7018: Oh… um— I was in an accident. Kyle: A car accident? SCP-7018: Yeah. Kyle: That's rough. Think you'll get- Kyle put's his hands on his hips and sighs. Kyle: You know, I'm not going to pretend I care. You have something I want, Ellen. SCP-7018: It's Ekene. And what do you want? Kyle: I know, Ekene. I know that you're magic. SCP-7018: But— how? Kyle ignores them. Kyle: I can help you. And you can help me in return. SCP-7018: Help? I have plenty of help. Kyle: You need people who know what's happening within you. SCP-7018: And who are these people? Kyle: We call ourselves the Serpent's Hand. SCP-7018: And? Kyle: Have those…jailers told you what they really do? SCP-7018: Jailers? Kyle sighs. Kyle: The doctors. SCP-7018: Sort of. Kyle: They oppress people like you. They oppress them to keep their cookie-cutter world intact. We work to topple what they're ingrained into the world. SCP-7018: I wouldn't call how they've treated me 'oppressive'. Kyle: How did they come to 'contain' you then? SCP-7018: I… Doesn't matter right now. The Foundation as a whole might be like that, but not these three. How did a kid as young as you come to be in this cult, anyway? Kyle scoffs. Kyle: A cult? We're a group that's simply protesting the status quo. SCP-7018: Look kid, are you going to answer my question or not? Kyle: Fine, fine. Kyle pauses for a brief moment. Kyle: As a toddler, I used to play in the fields. Despite my pop constantly howlin' my name, trying to find me. I would even sneak into the coop and spook the chicken. One day while I was playing, I went too far. I ran towards the woods right on the edge of the farm, and it was fun for a while. I'd poke long sticks at funny-looking bugs, all that jazz. I was out there for far too long. It got dark, and I got lost. That's when I found it. SCP-7018: What? Kyle: The Way. SCP-7018: Doesn't clear much up. Kyle: A Way is basically a 'portal' to this giant library. SCP-7018: A library? Kyle: Yeah. The Wanderer's Library. I went in, scared. I swear, this library went on forever. There were monsters, monster librarians, and I remembered a giant centipede that was going through books. The profanity that came out of that thing's mouth… SCP-7018: Get to it. Kyle: And there were these people in robes. They called me over. They bought me a mug of hot coco from a shop in the library. Strange. They asked me what I had going on, and where I came from. Somewhere along the line, they told me about themselves. The Serpent's Hand. I was enamored. Who woulda hidden magic from the world? Later, they walked me back to the edge of the field. I've been coming back there ever since. SCP-7018: And… you're just part of their group now? A bunch of people in robes let a small child into their magical group? Kyle: Hey. I was officially initiated when I was twelve. Watch your mouth, fuckhead. SCP-7018: That's not even old enough to be on Twitter. With how you're talking, you'd probably be better off there. Kyle: I'd expect you to be on Twitter, Ms. pronouns! SCP-7018 scoffs. SCP-7018: I don't need this from a kid. Kyle: Listen, pissbaby. I'm trying to help you! Those jailers will lock you up and never let you see the world again. Is that what you want? Do you want you and your magic to be locked away forever? The front door is heard opening. SCP-7018 looks to the door, and both Dr. Varioli and Dr. Thereven are seen on the porch. Dr. Hayk is in the doorframe. Dr. Thereven: What's going on here? Kyle: For fucks sake. You jailers are in everyone's business, aren't you? Dr. Thereven: Jailers? Dr. Varioli: Excuse me? Dr. Varioli begins to walk towards SCP-7018. Kyle quickly moves in front of Dr. Varioli and punches her across her face. Dr. Varioli's gills are revealed due to the punch. Kyle: What the fuck? Dr. Varioli punches Kyle directly in the face. Kyle is knocked to the floor, and lays there motionless, presumably unconscious. Dr. Thereven: …shit! Dr. Varioli walks towards Ekene, and kneels down next to them. Dr. Varioli: Are you okay, Ekene? SCP-7018: He knew. He knew. We need to get away from here and quickly. Dr. Hayk: Ugh. I knew something like this was going to happen. The group looks at her. Dr. Hayk: Well, I don't know about getting out of here, but there's a barn a bit back where we can stay hidden. Landon is not going to like it if we're standing on the porch with his unconscious kid. Dr. Varioli: Good Idea. SCP-7018: For what it's worth, I'm glad you punched him. Kid was a jackass. Dr. Thereven: For what it's worth, I'm not. We weren't doing anything illegal until now, and now if we're found by the police, Azariah could be charged with aggravated assault. Of a minor. Nice going. Dr. Varioli: It's my pleasure. Come on, let's get to that barn. Dr. Varioli begins running towards the barn behind the house. She is followed by Ekene, Dr. Hayk, and finally Dr. Thereven.They arrive at the wooden fencing surrounding the barn. Dr. Varioli unlatches a gate in the fence, and the group goes through. The barn is open once they get there, and they enter. The barn looks as if it hasn't been repaired in the longest time. Light shines through cracks in the wood. A copious amount of unbundled hay is stored in this barn. In the far right corner can be seen a rusted, old 1950 Bristol automobile. Dr. Varioli: Wow, this place is kinda musty. Dr. Thereven: Tell me about it. SCP-7018 rushes towards the 1950 Bristol. Dr. Varioli: Ekene! What are you doing? SCP-7018: Getting us our way out of here. Dr. Hayk: We don't even know if the car still works. SCP-7018 walks over to the driver's seat side of the automobile. They then ram their elbow into the glass window of the car, shattering it. SCP-7018 reaches into the car, and grabs on the handle, open the car from the inside. SCP-7018: Dr. Varioli, please drive. Dr. Varioli: Wh- SCP-7018: Please just get in the driver's seat. Dr. Varioli walks over to where SCP-7018 is standing. She clears off the broken glass on the seat, and gets in. Dr. Varioli: I don't have an ignition key, Ekene, how- A blue flash of light appears near the driving wheel. When it dissipates, a glass stained key with a gold cross can be seen in the ignition. Dr. Varioli turns it, and the automobile turns on. Dr. Varioli: Oh. Dr. Varioli closes the door to the driver's side, and SCP-7018 gets in the front passenger seat. Dr. Hayk and Dr. Thereven rush to sit in the back seats of the automobile. Dr. Varioli: Hold on. Dr. Varioli pushes the gas pedal, and the 1950 Bristol rushes forward and out of the barn, pushing hay along with it. SCP-7018: Where to? Dr. Varioli: The airport. [TRANSCRIPT END] Addendum 7018.03: ObservationsI'm writing this in a car right now, I apologize if my writing isn't of quality. - A.H. Ekene's ability may be thaumaturgical in nature. The stranger who picked us up - Landon - had a son who claimed to be a member of the Serpent's Hand. Furthermore, he also claimed to be aware of Ekene's abilities, calling them magical. Maybe he meant that in the literal sense and could detect the E.V.E. coming from them. Or perhaps he was just using it as a catch-all term for the anomalous. Eitherway, I wouldn't be able to tell without a Observer, which we obviously don't have with us. Ekene has been changing as well, behaviour-wise. They've been taking the lead more and more. It's safe to say that they have become a lot more confident, both in themselves and in their anomalous properties. Despite everything that's happened, I think it's safe to say this whole mess has been having a positive effect on their psyche. We managed to get plane tickets to New York and are on our way to the airport now. I hope nothing else of note happens, but knowing our luck… PLANE DELTA AIRLINES [TRANSCRIPT START] Dr. Hayk's camera turns on, apparently by itself. Dr. Hayk is sleeping and sitting in the center seat between the window seat and the aisle seat. Dr. Thereven is sitting in the window seat. He has headphones in, and is apparently watching "HOME ALONE" on his iPhone. The camera can that out the window, the plane is just under the clouds. The sky is dark. For a couple moments, nothing happens. Then a largely sized avian figure comes into view. Upon closer inspection, its body takes on a humanoid shape, although covered in dark feathers. it is apparently wearing chest armor that has a purple glow. It seems to be searching for something and looking into the windows. Suddenly, the being starts to swerve up and down, seemingly losing balance. Its wings become limp, and it falls out of view. [TRANSCRIPT END] Addendum 7018.04: We've arrived in New York City without incident. We're still in the airport as I'm writing this, but once we get out it's straight to Site-900. We can only hope it's safer than Site-225 was. MANHATTAN NEW YORK CITY [TRANSCRIPT START] The camera turns on while sitting on Dr. Hayk's lap. Dr. Hayk is sitting in the front seat of a cab. Next to her sits the driver. Presumably sitting behind her is the rest of the group. The camera's point of view cannot see much of anything, due to being below the dashboard. Driver: Alright, here's your stop. You sure you ain't got no luggage? Dr. Hayk: Yeah. Driver: Alright. That'll be…ten bucks. On the dot. Dr. Hayk looks to the back. The camera turns back with her. Dr. Hayk: Anyone else? I don't have money on me. Dr. Thereven reaches inside his labcoat and pulls out a wallet. Dr. Thereven: Fuck, fine. Dr. Thereven takes out a 10-dollar bill from his wallet and hands it up front to the driver. Driver: Thanks, pal. Take it easy. Dr. Hayk opens the door to the cab, then hooks the camera around her neck. She then gets out. After slamming the door shut, she turns to the back of the automobile to see the rest of the group filing out. Dr. Thereven and Ekene come out from the sidewalk side of the car, while Dr. Varioli steps out into the street, and walks to the rest of the group. It's midday outside. The sidewalks are filled with fast-paced walking individuals. Several conflicting songs are playing, which makes it difficult to hear the group. Dr. Varioli: Welcome to New York, people. Dr. Thereven scrunches his nose. Dr. Thereven: It smells like shit here. SCP-7018 scrunches their nose too. SCP-7018: Oh fuck, it does. Dr. Varioli: Also, shouldn't we look less like we work at where we work? Dr. Hayk: I think we'll be fine. Have you seen how many street acts are here? Dr. Varioli: Guess you're right. Where are we right now? SCP-7018: Signs say we're on… East 60th and Park Avenue. Dr. Hayk: Long way to walk. Dr. Varioli: Better start now, then. Come on! Dr. Varioli takes the lead, and the rest of the group walks around her in a diamond formation. A man with graying hair with a brown flat cap, a trenchcoat, and a scarf rubs shoulders with Dr. Varioli while walking past her. Dr. Varioli yells back at him. Dr. Varioli: Hey! I'm walkin' here! The man doesn't bother to look back while responding. Man: We don't say that, you fuckin' tourist. Dr. Varioli readjusts herself. Dr. Varioli: Rude. Dr. Thereven: Have you ever actually met a New Yorker, Azariah? Dr. Varioli: Yes, I have! He would always say "Hey I'm walking here!" Dr. Hayk: Are you sure he was actually from New York and didn't just like the phrase? Dr. Varioli: He was my dad, Akabi. Of course I know where he's from. Dr. Thereven: Your father's from New York? Dr. Varioli: He was. Lived by Central Park, actually. SCP-7018: Would we pass his apartment? Dr. Varioli: Never been to it, I wouldn't know. The group comes to a crosswalk and stops in front of the street. Dr. Thereven walks over to the crosswalks call button and presses it. The traffic signal is not affected by this. Dr. Thereven presses the button again, and then another three times. Dr. Varioli: Cole, it's New York. The pushy button's not gonna work. SCP-7018: Maybe Cole just has bad luck. Dr. Hayk chuckles. SCP-7018 looks to her. SCP-7018: What? Dr. Hayk: Nothing, just a bad pun. The traffic light indicates for pedestrians to cross. The group crosses the street along with several other pedestrians. One of the pedestrians brushes past Dr. Varioli's shoulder. Azariah looks towards them. Dr. Thereven: Do not. Dr. Varioli makes an exaggerated frown at Dr. Thereven. SCP-7018 chuckles. Dr. Thereven: Oh don't give me that. The group comes upon a small hotdog stand, with a red and white striped fabric sun cover. Behind the stand is a larger white man, with slicked-back black hair and a mustache. He wears a white kitchen shirt with an apron that goes up to his waist. Dr. Varioli: Holy shit, guys, it's a New York hotdog stand. We have to get one while we're here. Dr. Hayk: Shouldn't we focus on getting to Central Park? Dr. Varioli: Oh relax, Akabi. We're in the home stretch now and have plenty of time. SCP-7018: I mean, I guess we could. Dr. Varioli: That's the spirit. Do you like mustard or ketchup on your hotdogs? Dr. Varioli and SCP-7018 can be seen talking in the distance as they walk away from stationary Doctors Hayk and Thereven. Dr. Hayk: Azariah can be a bit reckless sometimes. Dr. Thereven: Tell me about it. Dr. Hayk: I don't want something to happen because we're loitering about. Am I a "prick" for that? Dr. Thereven: I don't think anyone called you that. And no, it's perfectly fine to be worried about this shit. How often do you get a target put on your back and chased after 3 separate groups? Dr. Hayk: Guess you're right. Dr. Thereven: But, doesn't it also pay to get food in your system? I mean, we haven't eaten for at least 12 hours now. And I'm fucking ravenous. Dr. Hayk chuckles. Dr. Varioli and SCP-7018 come back, with the hotdogs. The hot dogs each have their own thin, red and white cardboard containers. Dr. Varioli: One for you! Dr. Varioli hands Dr. Thereven a container. SCP-7018: And one for you too. SCP-7018 hands Dr. Hayk a container. The group all open their containers and begin eating their hotdogs. Dr. Varioli: I told you. Good, right? Dr. Hayk: Yeah. Dr. Hayk looks towards the street as she eats her hot dog. On the street, a green armored SUV drives past the group. Dr. Hayk watches the SUV as it drives towards Central Park, and takes a right turn. Dr. Hayk: That's strange. SCP-7018: What? Dr. Hayk: That armored truck, over there. Dr. Thereven: I'm sure it's just some US military presence moving through. The group pauses as they finish their meals. As they dispose of the remnants in the garbage, Dr. Varioli takes notice of something across the street. Dr. Varioli: Oh hey, an alley. It should be a quicker route if we travel through here. Dr. Hayk: I- Dr. Hayk sees Dr. Thereven looking at her, intently. Dr. Hayk: That's…a good idea. Dr. Varioli: You heard it here folks! Dr. Varioli walks towards the nearest crosswalk, and the group follows. They wait at the crosswalk for a moment, until the traffic lights indicate for them to cross. The group crosses the crosswalk and follows Dr. Varioli towards the alleyway. Dr. Thereven: So, do we even know how we can get into the Site from Central Park? Dr. Hayk: I have no idea, honestly. All we can hope for is a fluke that reveals the entrance. Dr. Varioli: Maybe that truck you saw earlier was a Foundation agent undercover? Did you see where they went? Dr. Hayk: No, I didn't. And the Foundation isn't that reckless, they'd disguise the vehicle. The group moves further into the alley. The alley gets darker as the group moves further, with buildings and clotheslines above them blocking portions of sunlight. An unknown voice calls out. Unknown: Hey, you four. The group halts. Dr. Varioli reaches into her lab coat pocket. SCP-7018: Who's there? The group moves close together and looks outwards, searching the alley for the source of the voice. Unknown: You know, a lot of money's on your head right now. A second voice speaks. Uknown-2: And we've been sent to collect bounty! Dr. Hayk: Who sent you? How do they know about us? Uknown-2: Micheal, Carter and…and… Daniel? Uknown: Dark, you nitwit. Uknown-2: That can't be right, Arro- Arro: Shut it, Cathelo! We can talk about the name of our client later. It doesn't matter. And as for you…Ekene… Shifting is heard from the roof. A figure can be seen descending into the alley by jumping side to side downwards. A second figure jumps down from the roof, and lands on their feet. The first figure lands on the ground, gracefully after the second. The first figure is dress in a skin-tight spandex suit. The second figure has mechanical armor on that ends at their head. The second figure speaks, apparently owning the first voice. Arro: You're coming with us. Cathelo: Yeah! Arro reaches behind his waist, and pulls out an overengineered hand-held gun, scaled to the size of Arro's mechanical suit. Cathelo reaches behind his back with both hands and unsheaths two long, serrated swords. Dr. Thereven reaches into his labcoat and pulls out his firearm. He fires a singular bullet at Cathelo. Cathelo swiftly deflects the bullet, sending it into the air. Dr. Thereven: Fuck. Dr. Varioli: This is some anime shit. Run! The group begins to run in the opposite direction. Dr. Varioli pulls out her firearm, and fires 6 shots toward Arro and Cathelo while running. Cathelo swiftly deflects several bullets with their sword, while Arro quickly activates an enhanced magnetic shield on their wrist, which quickly attracts the rest of the bullets to itself. Dr. Varioli: God fucking damn you, gun. Arro fires off his gun, letting off a green beam of light toward SCP-7018. A blue flash of light appears behind Ekene and when it disperses, a small shield made out of diamond-like material appears, absorbing the beam of light. It then sends in back to Arro, partially paralyzing him. Cathelo: Shit, Arro! Arro: Well, what are you waiting for, dimwit? Catch up to them! Arro stays back as Cathelo pursues the group. Cathelo catches up to the group, being more athletically inclined. Cathelo: You! Cathelo swings one of his swords at SCP-7018. Just in that moment, a blue flash of light quickly appears behind Ekene as Ekene turns around, and a thick, floating block of metal takes its place. Cathelo's blade goes halfway through the block, forcing him to pry it from the block of metal. This gives the group enough time to run out into the sidewalk. SCP-7018: Who the hell are these guys?? Dr. Hayk: I think they mentioned MC&D. The group turns onto the sidewalk and runs in the direction of Central Park. SCP-7018: Who?? Dr. Hayk: Marshall Carter and Dark. They're a multibillionaire megacorporation with deep roots in the anomalous- Dr. Thereven: Shut up Akabi! You can provide a deep analysis later! A loud crash is heard from the rooftops. Atop the building next to the group, Arro is seen. He jumps off the building and utilizes what appears heavily modified a jetpack to fly down from the building. Several civilians notice Arro, and panic ensues in the street. Dr. Varioli: Shit! Arro flies towards the group, and grabs SCP-7018 off the ground as he passes. The rest of the team stops running. Dr. Thereven: Ekene! Dr. Hayk: No! Ekene! Arro flies higher into the air, holding SCP-7018 by the waist. SCP-7018 starts punching Arro's armor, but fails to cause any damage. Arro holds two fingers to his ear. Arro: Cathelo, I've got them. Indistinct chatter is heard from Arro's ear. Arro: No, I don't care, nimrod! A flash of blue light appears in SCP-7018's hand, then dissipates. Now present in SCP-7018's hand is a sledgehammer. Arro: Just meet me there, and then I'll help you with your sword! SCP-7018 swings their sledgehammer at Arro, hitting him directly in the face. Arro exclaims, and both individuals fall. SCP-7018: Shit! Arro falls towards SCP-7018. SCP-7018 grabs the sledgehammer from the air and swings it into Arro, causing him to fall away from them. SCP-7018 looks down, as they fall closer to the ground. SCP-7018: Shit shit shit, fuck, FUCK! A trampoline manifests beneath SCP-7018 in a flash of blue light. The trampoline is angled towards a nearby apartment building. SCP-7018 lands on the trampoline and is sent flying through the air, and through a lower-level window in the apartment building. SCP-7018 lands in an apartment room, atop a bare mattress. SCP-7018: Owch, fuck. SCP-7018 remains on the bed for a moment, before getting up and moving to the now shattered window. They look outside, to see the doctors approximately a block down the street, calling their name. SCP-7018: Guys. Guys! Guys I'm over here! Dr. Varioli notices SCP-7018 and points them out to Dr. Thereven and Dr. Hayk. All three doctors begin shouting, however, what is being shouted is inaudible. SCP-7018 begins waving their arm at them before they are suddenly pulled back into the apartment and thrown to the ground. Standing above them is Cathelo. Cathelo: Time to make my money's worth! Cathelo swings his sword at SCP-7018, who quickly rolls out of the way to dodge it. SCP-7018 evades another swing from Cathelo as they jump onto the mattress. Cathelo jumps towards SCP-7018, and spins in the air, twirling his swords. SCP-7018 bounces off of the mattress to evade the attack, however as they do, a green gelatinous substance in the shape of a cube manifests around Cathelo, completely entrapping him within. SCP-7018 stares at the cube, as Cathelo inaudible shouts, and starts slicing through the wall of the substance. SCP-7018: Wait a second… SCP-7018 looks to the mattress, then to Cathelo, as he slices through the cube. SCP-7018: Did… SCP-7018 looks around the room. It spots a lamp atop a nightstand. SCP-7018 looks at the lamp, then at Cethelo, who has sliced open a portion of the wall. Cathelo: You shouldn't have done that! SCP-7018 looks back to the lamp, and closes their eyes. They face who is furiously slicing away at the lower portion of the wall. Cathelo: You'll be sorry, kid! The lamp flickers. Cathelo: You'll be DEAD! Cathelo slices away a large chunk of the wall and jumps towards SCP-7018. As he does, SCP-7018 opens their eyes, and a flash of extremely bright light.approximately 6,000 lux emits from SCP-7018. This flash presumably temporarily blinds Cathelo, as he screams as the light flashes. He falls to the ground and holds his hands to his eyes as the light quickly dissipated. SCP-7018 is apparently unharmed by the light. Cathelo: Fuck! My eyes! SCP-7018 looks to Cathelo, then to the lamp, then back to Cathelo. SCP-7018: I… did it? SCP-7018 excitedly smiles, and happily laughs. SCP-7018: I did it. I did it! I- Arro suddenly flies through the broken window and punches SCP-7018 in the stomach. The punch sends SCP-7018 against the wall, then to the floor. Arro's jetpack deactivates, and he lands in the room. Blood is apparent on his head. He grunts and looks to Cathelo. Arro: You moron. You tried to kill them, didn't you? Cathelo stumbles to his, feet, one hand still over his eyes. Arro helps him up, as SCP-7018 groans and attempts to push themselves up on the other side of the room. Cathelo: They… they attacked me, Arro! I got angry! Arro: We don't get paid if you kill them, fuckhead! SCP-7018 grunts as they slowly stand up. They lean their hand against the wall to balance themself. They go to hold their stomach with their other arm, however, appears to remember it is not there. Arro: We're not soldiers anymore, Cathelo! You need to get that in your skull! Cathelo attempts to open his eyes. They are Extremely bloodshot and slightly bleeding. He quickly closes them again and winces in pain. Arro: (sighs) Sit this one out, Cathelo. But I'm only giving you 45% of the cut! Arro looks at SCP-7018 and approaches them. Arro: You. You're coming with us. The apartment door opens next to SCP-7018. SCP-7018 looks to the door, to see Dr. Varioli in the doorway. Dr. Varioli yells down the hall. Dr. Varioli: Guys! I found them! Arro quickly fires his gun at Dr. Varioli. Dr. Varioli, at the last moment, moves to the side. Shouting is heard from the hallway. SCP-7018 looks around the room. They spot rubble from the wall on the ground, then look at their fists. They then look to Arro. Arro: Get the fuck over here before I blast your hand off! Arro quickly moves towards SCP-7018. SCP-7018 looks to the rubble, then to Arro. They close their eyes and punch towards Arro. As they do, a flash of blue light emits in front of their fist and manifests what appears to be a large fist made out of obsidian. This large fist strikes Arro, sending him flying back into Cathelo, both of which are then sent flying out the window. SCP-7018 opens their eyes, as the fist quickly de-manifests. SCP-7018 looks at their fists in disbelief. Dr. Varioli: Ekene? Ekene?? Dr. Varioli peeks into the room. Once she notices just SCP-7018 is present, she quickly enters the room and runs to SCP-7018. Dr. Thereven and Dr. Hayk quickly follow from the hallway. Dr. Varioli: Ekene? Dr. Hayk: Ekene, are you alright? SCP-7018 looks at the three. SCP-7018: I— I did it. Dr. Thereven: You did… what? SCP-7018: I controlled it. Dr. Varioli: You… oh! OH! You did? Dr. Hayk: Holy shit. Dr. Varioli: How? Before SCP-7018 can speak, Dr. Thereven interrupts. Dr. Thereven: I would love to hear the tale, but it has to wait. There's a shit ton of cops outside. SCP-7018: Shit. Dr. Hayk: The Foundation will know there's something going on here now. [TRANSCRIPT END] MANHATTAN - CENTRAL PARK NEW YORK CITY [TRANSCRIPT START] This transcript is recorded from the perspective of SCP-7018's camera. SCP-7018 is running behind Dr. Hayk, Dr. Thereven, and Dr. Varioli. The group has just entered Central Park. Dr. Varioli: Do we even know how to get into Site-900? Dr. Hayk: Don't think we do. Best we can do is run. Dr. Varioli: Awesome. Dr. Thereven: Didn't we just help create a disruption in normalcy? 05'll have our heads for this. Dr. Varioli: They can take care of this easily. And besides, they shot first. We were acting in self-defense. Dr. Thereven: Why the fuck would those bounty hunters attack us in broad daylight? Dr. Varioli: Who knows? They don't care about secrecy like we do. Hey, Ekene- Dr. Varioli looks back at SCP-7018. Dr. Varioli: You okay? SCP-7018: Yeah, yeah. A couple of moments go by without anyone speaking. They pass the Hallet Nature Sanctuary while moving north. SCP-7018: Do we even know where we're going to? Dr. Thereven: Not one clue. Dr. Hayk's phone rings. She takes it out of her pocket. Dr. Varioli: What is it? Dr. Hayk ignores her, and answers it, still while running. She then puts it on speaker phone. Dr. Hayk: Hello? Uknown: Is this…Akabi Hayk? Dr. Hayk: It is. Uknown: And you're with Azariah Varioli and Cole Thereven, correct? Dr. Hayk: Yes, I am. Who is this? KEY: While I'm not allowed to share my name over the phone, fellas in 900 call me KEY. Dr. Hayk: Oh, you're with the Foundation. Good to hear. Dr. Varioli: Thank fuck. Dr. Hayk: How did you know we were here? KEY: Our IPD's.Identity Proximity Devices — Devices Implemented into Foundation Site scanners, with the ability to detect Foundation ID's within a 1.5km radius of Sites. picked up your location. We've also picked up an unidentified individual with you, are they Foundation? Dr. Thereven: Sorta. Dr. Varioli: That's Ekene. KEY: Who? Dr. Hayk: SCP-7018. KEY: 7018? What the hell are you three and a scip doing in Central Park? Dr. Varioli: Long story. I'd love to retell the tale, but we're in trouble and need an access point to the site. KEY: 900's currently restricted. You'd need level 4 clearance or higher to- Dr. Varioli: I have level four. Dr. Hayk looks to Dr. Varioli as she runs, confused. Dr. Hayk: You do? Dr. Varioli: Yeah. I'm not 225's head researcher for nothin'. KEY: Even with your clearance, I'm not sure we could let a loose scip- KEY is interrupted by a barrage of bullets coming from the left of the group. Dr. Hayk is shot in her lower arm and stumbles, but Dr. Thereven catches her before she hits the ground. A team of unidentified gunmen emerge from the woods and lay down fire toward the group. Indistinct chatter is heard from KEY. Dr. Thereven: Akabi! The group diverges off the main path and moves behind a large boulder to the right. The boulder is on the shore of Central Parks "The Lake". Dr. Thereven helps Dr. Hayk down, who is holding their bleeding arm. Dr. Varioli: Where Is the access point!? Yelling is heard in KEY's background. KEY: The closest access point to you guys is at the bottom of the Lake. The next closest one is at the Bethesda Fountain, which is on the other side of 79th street. Dr. Varioli: At the bottom of the lake? Whose idea was that? KEY: It's an emergency access point. For emergencies, such as this one. Dr. Varioli: Oh this guy's really funny. Bullets continue to hit the sides of the rock. Voices are heard coming closer. Dr. Thereven pulls out his firearm and returns fire. SCP-7018 closes their eyes, and after a few moments, a glock manifests in their hand. Dr. Thereven: Shit. You're not kidding. SCP-7018: Guess I'm not. SCP-7018 aids Dr. Thereven in returning fire. After a few moments, a bullet nearly misses SCP-7018, causing them to take cover. SCP-7018: How are we supposed to get to the bottom of the lake? Dr. Varioli untucks her gills from behind her hair, and lets her tail down. SCP-7018: They work? Dr. Varioli: Oh yeah. Dr. Varioli tosses her firearm to Dr. Hayk. Dr. Varioli: This will…take a minute. Dr. Varioli jumps into the lake, head first. The camera can see her silhouette in the water, swimming downwards before she disappears. Dr. Thereven: So strange to have a facility sitting in the middle of a crowded city like this. Dr. Hayk: I guess this is what people mean by hiding in plain si—SHIT that hurts! Dr. Thereven: Just keep pressure on it, Akabi. We'll see about getting you to a medic. Just then, the camera sees two spaced-out green lights activate in the water. The water on the surface of the lake looks like it's being pulled from two different directions. The silhouette of several metal poles can be seen, shooting up from the ground in two lines. The water in the center of these two lines starts to seep into the bottom of the lake. Upon closer inspection, the platform in the center of the two lines of poles is made up of grates. Once all the water in the center is gone, a soaking Dr. Varioli can be seen on the other end of this makeshift hallway, standing in front of an open hatch, leading to the site. Dr. Varioli: Get your asses over here! [TRANSCRIPT END] MANHATTAN - SITE-900 NEW YORK CITY [TRANSCRIPT START] SCP-7018's camera is viewing the site. An alarm is blaring, and operatives are seen quickly moving throughout the site. The hallways are pristine, smooth, and white, except for the occasional tarp or plastic sheet hung to hide construction. The hatch is behind SCP-7018, now closed. The hallway currently splits off three ways, to the left of the group, to the right of the group, and in front of the group. A man comes out of the first room on the hallway to the left. He is wearing a grey suit jacket, with a red tie. Two armed security personnel follow him. Uknown: What the hell is happening up there!? Dr. Hayk: Are you KEY? Op. Jacobs: Yeah, but just call me Jacobs. I'm an operative down here, for entrances. Now tell me, what the hell is going on? Dr. Varioli: Long story short, we had flee Site-225. Op. Jacobs: In Nevada? Dr. Varioli: Yup. Op. Jacobs: Well why the fuck did you come over here? Dr. Thereven: 225 was attacked. We figured they were after Ekene, along with many others. Op. Jacobs: Ekene? Dr. Thereven: I— SCP-7018. Dr. Varioli: There's a whole group searching for us above ground, they're not messing around. Op. Jacobs: They're the same ones that got Hayk's shoulder, right? Dr. Hayk: Uh-huh. Op. Jacobs: Still cannot fucking believe you've been traveling across America with an anomaly. Dr. Thereven: Forget it for now, we need medical staff. Op. Jacobs: Sure, bub. Dr. Thereven: Bub…? Jacobs ignores Dr. Thereven, and looks at SCP-7018. Op. Jacobs: Sit tight, 7018. We'll get you a nice cell, right? You three, follow me. SCP-7018: …A cell? Is he serious? Dr. Varioli looks to SCP-7018, then to Jacobs. Dr. Varioli: Is… do they have to be put in containment right now? They won't cause any trouble. Op. Jabobs: Ma'am, we can't have an anomaly running loose around the facility during a raid. You should know that. Protocol indicates they be put straight in containment Dr. Thereven and Dr. Hayk solemnly look to SCP-7018. Dr. Varioli puts a hand on their shoulder. Dr. Varioli: We'll be back Ekene, okay? Be safe. SCP-7018 looks at Dr. Varioli, then to Dr. Thereven and Dr. Hayk. SCP-7018 nods. Op. Jacobs: Great. You three, come with me. We'll need your intel in order to suppress this raid. Guards, take 7018 to a temporary holding cell. Jacobs leads the three doctors through the forward corridor. SCP-7018 watches as they walk off. One of the guards looks to SCP-7018. Guard 1: C'mon. You've got a cell waiting for you. SCP-7018 turns to the guards, who lead them down the left corridor. SCP-7018 follows. Along the side of the hallway, is a mural of the Foundation insignia. SCP-7018: Oh…what if…what if I'm stuck here- SCP-7018 looks around. SCP-7018: For the…rest of my life. Shit. I can't live like that. Muffled thumping can be heard from above. SCP-7018: What? The guards and SCP-7018 look up. Guard 2: What the fuck? The thumping stops. SCP-7018 is apparently breathing hard. Drilling begins above ground. Guard 2: Fuckin' hell. The first guard puts two fingers to his ear. Guard 1: Site command? Site command the insurgents have breached the perimeter! They're- The ceiling caves in above the guards and SCP-7018, who all scream. Both of the guards are crushed by debris, however an unidentified object manifests in a flash of blue light over SCP-7018, protecting them from falling debris. Dust fills the hallway, causing SCP-7018 to cough. The object demanifests over SCP-7018's head. SCP-7018: Guys? Guys?! As the dust settles, several figures are apparent. Each individual is wearing combat gear, the same as the team of raiders from Central Park. On closer inspection, the insignia of the Chaos Insurgency is apparent on each of their vests. The insurgents spot SCP-7018, and quickly raise their weapons at them. Insurgent 1: Entity spotted! Insurgent 2: It's the target. Insurgent 3: On your knees! Gunfire is heard from behind, and one of the insurgents is hit. The rest of the insurgents turn around to face the security personnel firing upon them. The insurgents return fire. SCP-7018 covers their hand with their head, before running in the opposite direction. Insurgent 4: Sir, the target! Insurgent 1: Well go fuckin' get them, Pluto! SCP-7018 looks back to see several Insurgents pursuing them. They turn their head back and close their eyes. SCP-7018: Come on, come on, you can do this. A flash of blue light appears around SCP-7018's hands. When it dissipates, a grenade of unknown make is present in SCP-7018's hands. They open their eyes. SCP-7018: Yes! SCP-7018 removes the grenade cotter pin and throws it behind them. The grenade explodes moments after, catching several insurgents in the blast. 4 Insurgents evade the blast and continue their pursuit of SCP-7018. SCP-7018 takes a right down a corridor and comes face to face with several more insurgents. They try to turn back but are met by the other group of insurgents. They all aim their weapons at SCP-7018. Insurgent 5: Get the fuck down! Insurgent 2: You're done! SCP-7018 looks to both their sides. They close their eyes and slowly move toward the ground. As they do, a small device manifests in their hands, which they quickly throw to the ground. The entire hallway becomes enveloped in smoke. Insurgent 6: Smoker! Insurgent 2: Get your thermals up! SCP-7018 exits the smoke. They manifest a small grenade in their hand and toss it into the smoke. They turn and run as the grenade goes off, terminating several insurgents. SCP-7018 runs down the corridor and moves deeper into the facility. They make it through several sectors with no difficulty and finally enter an open chamber. They press a button inside the chamber, and the door closes. SCP-7018 is panting. SCP-7018: …fuck… The chamber appears to be a humanoid training chamber. Several ledges are apparent on the walls of the chamber. Ropes of differentiating lengths line the ceiling, and pillars of varying sizes and shapes are apparent throughout the room. SCP-7018 sits down and rests. After several minutes pass, a loud bang is heard on the other side of the chamber's door. SCP-7018 quickly turns and stands up. Another loud bang is heard. Several moments after, a beam of green light bursts through the door and into the chamber. SCP-7018 watches the beam. SCP-7018: Holy… The beam stops, however, has left a large hole in the door of the chamber. Standing on the other side of the door are three Insurgents, one of who is holding a large, modified firearm, pointed at the door. The Insurgent holding the firearm lowers it, and slowly enters the room. One of the Insurgents follows while the other remains in the corridor. Insurgent 7: Told you. The other Insurgent scoffs, as they both enter the chamber. SCP-7018 breathes deeply. SCP-7018: Now or never, I guess. SCP-7018 clenches their fists. A flash of blue light appears around Insurgent 7’s neck. When it dissipates, a chain can be seen. Insurgent 3: Shit! Group, initiate defensive position five. The chain continually tightens around Insurgent 7’s neck. Insurgent 7 removes his face coverings, and gasps for air. Eventually, Insurgent 7 faints, and falls to the ground. The chain disappears. SCP-7018: That got ugly. When Insurgent 7 falls to the ground, the rest of the Insurgent group can be seen in a diamond shape, with their rifles pointed at SCP-7018. Just then, the wall panel to the side of the insurgent group jets out, knocking half of them to the ground. SCP-7018: Shit! SCP-7018 runs to the other side of the room. Bullets can be heard, passing behind SCP-7018, narrowly missing them. Another blue flash of light appears, and when the flash dissipates, SCP-7018 is holding a metallic spherical object, with spikes on the outside. SCP-7018: What is th- The object’s spikes shoot out, missing SCP-7018’s face. The spikes curve towards the insurgent group as if they were tendrils. The sharp end of the tendrils stab through the rest of the insurgents except for one. The remaining insurgent unsheathes a combat knife, and slices and the incoming tendril. The end falls off, making the object disappear. The insurgent rushes toward SCP-7018, knife in hand. SCP-7018: Shit! SCP-7018 puts their hand above their head, apparently as a way to shield themselves. The camera sees a blue flash of light, and hears colliding metal. When SCP-7018 looks, they see that they are holding in their hand: a Kunai knife made of light, apparently. SCP-7018: Woah. Badass. SCP-7018 parries the insurgent’s combat knife, which makes him lose his balance. SCP-7018 then kicks him in the stomach, knocking him to the ground. The insurgent is apparently unconscious. SCP-7018: I…we…need to leave… [TRANSCRIPT END] Birthdays are weird when you can already give yourself whatever you want. Especially when you're turning 29 years old. In a sense, you get to know yourself better. You find out what things really make you happy, and that getting exactly what you want isn't always the best. Escaping that facility was what I wanted, but not exactly what I wanted. No, of course I didn't want to stay there. Who would? It's like jail, except you've done nothing wrong, and they run tests on you. That's not what I wanted. But, if I hadn't been at the Foundation, I never would have learned how to control my super special superhero powers. If I hadn't met Azariah, Cole, or Akabi I'm not sure I ever would have learned how to use them. But they helped me. Even though they didn't actually train me in using my powers, they still taught me how. How? I don't know. I guess they cared for me like no one ever had before, and made me believe I could. Made me believe that I wasn't "abnormal" for having them. That I should be who I am. When they say "friends are forever", it sounds like bullshit, but it's true. You always remember your true friends, and what they've done for you. Not all friends are like that though. I guess I was lucky with the people I got stuck with. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7018" by TopDownUnder, Cole 13, and MetalRavioli, from the SCP Wiki. 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SCP-7019 | thaumiel | Item #: SCP-7019 Level 4/7019 Classified SCP-7019 (2022/7/25) Special Containment Procedures: Due to concerns that his removal may compromise MTF Epsilon-11's operational effectiveness, SCP-7019 is allowed to maintain his position until further notice. He is to be kept under constant surveillance. Experiments may be conducted under the guise of post-operation examinations. Personnel aware of SCP-7019's properties are advised to avoid contact with him or his subordinates unless otherwise instructed. Description: SCP-7019 is an adult male human by the name of John Vulpes. SCP-7019 is currently the commander of MTF Epsilon-11 ("Nine-Tailed Fox"). SCP-7019 has consistently demonstrated tactical prowess that cannot be accounted for by normal means. Casualty rates on missions where SCP-7019 is in command are consistently below average, and he was the sole survivor of 7 different missions before his promotion to commander in 2020. Based on analysis of operation reports, this is almost certainly the result of some sort of anomalous clairvoyance. However, the mechanics of this property are currently not well understood. Due to security concerns, SCP-7019 and his subordinates are currently kept unaware of his classification as an SCP object. Background: Official records indicate that SCP-7019 was born in Innsbruck, Austria on 1991/12/27 and remained in this area until he joined the EKO Cobra1 in 2011. SCP-7019 confirms this; however, most of the references he provided denied personally knowing him. SCP-7019 was recruited from EKO Cobra in 2014 after his unit encountered an anomaly now classified as SCP-████. He was the sole survivor. Upon recruitment, he was inducted into MTF Zeta-9 ("Mole Rats") and temporarily promoted to field team leader (Zeta-9 was experiencing a personnel shortage at the time due to high casualty rates, making SCP-7019 one of the few members with any leadership experience). This promotion was made permanent after his first four operations suffered half the unit's expected casualties as well as achieving operational objectives. SCP-7019 requested a transfer to MTF Epsilon-11 in 2017, citing psychological concerns. The transfer was approved. He was later promoted to Commander in 2020. Under his control, MTF Epsilon-11 has seen a similar performance improvement to Zeta-9 and is now commonly used to train recruits for transfer to other task forces. However, there have been numerous formal complaints from SCP-7019's subordinates regarding his controlling tendencies and occasionally "unusual" behavior. Addendum: DATE: 2022/5/15 TO: ████████████@scip.net FROM: ten.pics|eromirwal.samoht#ten.pics|eromirwal.samoht SUBJECT: Regarding John Vulpes Dr. ████████, I am writing to express concerns regarding Commander John Vulpes of MTF Epsilon-11. I understand that there have been several complaints already lodged against him- most of which involve his odd demeanor and controlling tendencies. However, this warrants more immediate concern. Based on my analysis of operation reports and my observations of Commander Vulpes's behavior, I strongly suspect that Commander Vulpes possesses anomalous properties. I realize that this is a very serious charge to bring against a superior, but Commander Vulpes has consistently demonstrated knowledge that he would be unable to obtain through non-anomalous means. Examples include knowledge of breaches before they have been reported, identifying the contents of uncleared rooms, and unusually extensive understanding of his subordinates' backgrounds. These tendencies would be difficult to identify from operation reports alone - most of which are written by Commander Vulpes himself and divert attention from these inconsistencies - but are much more evident when witnessed firsthand. I have attached a thorough analysis of operation reports to this email, which should dispel any suspicion that these incidents can be attributed to chance. While Commander Vulpes has proven himself to be effective, we cannot safely dismiss these concerns. His history suggests that he has exhibited these properties since before his recruitment. He also seems to be actively attempting to disguise his nature. If his own goals do not align with our own, his clairvoyant properties would make him a formidable adversary. Regardless of our feelings towards Commander Vulpes, we cannot afford to ignore the fact that a Mobile Task Force is under the control of an unpredictable anomalous humanoid. I hope that you will consider this information carefully. Sincerely, Captain Thomas Lawrimore MTF Epsilon-11 ("Nine-Tailed Fox") Callsign: Toad ten.pics|eromirwal.samoht#ten.pics|eromirwal.samoht Observation Log: DATE: 2022/7/28 MEDIA TYPE: Video SUBJECT: SCP-7019 DURATION: 5:12 NOTES: This footage was captured by a hidden camera planted in Epsilon-11's locker room to monitor SCP-7019. It encapsulates a conversation between SCP-7019 and Captain Liam "Crispy" Forsythe, one of his subordinates. Captain Forsythe worked with SCP-7019 in MTF Zeta-9 and was later transferred to MTF Epsilon-11 at SCP-7019's request. [BEGIN TRANSCRIPT] [SCP-7019 is leaning over a sink and looking at his reflection in the mirror. He is visibly shaking. Muttering and pained laughter can be heard coming from him.] FORSYTHE: John? [SCP-7019 starts] SCP-7019: Oh. It's just you. FORSYTHE: You okay, John? SCP-7019: I'd have preferred you didn't see that. FORSYTHE: Better me than one of the others, at least. Tough day? SCP-7019: You could say that. FORSYTHE: What happened? SCP-7019: The last op didn't go as well as I'd hoped. FORSYTHE: Yeah, I heard. Sounded like a mess. SCP-7019: I just keep thinking about Zelenka. FORSYTHE: The kit?2 SCP-7019: Yes, him. He had so much potential, but then he panics, makes a wrong move, and before you know it, he's gone. FORSYTHE: Makes you think of all the close calls you've had yourself, huh? SCP-7019: Something like that. FORSYTHE: Sounds like you need a vacation. SCP-7019: [chuckles] If only… FORSYTHE: I'm being serious. You've been burning the candle at both ends for years now. You need some time off. SCP-7019: And leave Captain Lawrimore in charge of everything? No thanks. FORSYTHE: Why not, what's wrong with Toad? SCP-7019: They snubbed him when they gave me command of Nine-Tailed Fox. He's been a thorn in my side ever since. FORSYTHE: …is this about your secret? [There is a long pause] SCP-7019: [hushed] How long have you known? FORSYTHE: Toad told me a few months ago. SCP-7019: Jesus, we're in that timeline. What exactly did he tell you? FORSYTHE: Not much. He told me that he thought you had some kind of anomalous clairvoyance after he looked at some operation reports. SCP-7019: Who else knows? FORSYTHE: I don't know, but I haven't told anyone else about it. SCP-7019: If Toad knows then he'll have told the higher-ups about it, god dammit. FORSYTHE: I'm sorry John… I suspected something ever since Mole Rats, but- SCP-7019: Of course. [stands up straight] You have questions. Ask. FORSYTHE: Okay, uh… how does it work? SCP-7019: How does what work? FORSYTHE: Your clairvoyance. SCP-7019: Right. I can see… not so much what will happen, but what might happen. Possibilities. Every choice someone makes creates a ripple across time. I tell a squad to turn left, they obey, and I hear their dying screams over the radio. I tell them to turn right, they obey, and they survive. Or they ignore me, and they die anyways. FORSYTHE: So you can see the future. SCP-7019: In a sense. I see my own choices and their possible outcomes, up until my inevitable death. FORSYTHE: How long have you been like this? SCP-7019: As long as I can remember. FORSYTHE: So if you knew what would happen, then you joined the Foundation on purpose. SCP-7019: Yes. FORSYTHE: Why? SCP-7019: Because I saw what would happen if I didn't. FORSYTHE: Why, what would happen? SCP-7019: [shudders] I'm sure you'd rather not know. FORSYTHE: Come on, you can't just say that and leave me hanging. SCP-7019: [gravely] You remember what it was like to be set on fire? FORSYTHE: [chuckles] How could I forget. SCP-7019: I know what that feels like. Or at least something like it. FORSYTHE: …XK? SCP-7019: Most likely. FORSYTHE: And you're sure about this? SCP-7019: I've never been wrong before. FORSYTHE: Jesus… SCP-7019: The exact date changes, but it usually ends the same way. Unless we follow one of a few very specific paths. I have to join the Foundation, I have to join Nine-Tails, so-and-so has to survive so that he can help stop this breach. The list goes on. I'm walking on a tightrope; if I make a wrong step, everything around me burns. FORSYTHE: So if you had to join Nine-Tails to stop… whatever it is, is what causes it already in containment? SCP-7019: I've thought about that a lot. Frankly, I don't know. I know what events are important, but I can't see how any of it connects. It's all so… inconsistent. Nine-Tails wasn't the only option either, it was just the most reasonable. So no. I have no idea what the underlying cause is. All I can do is match what I've seen step by step, and pray to whatever god will listen that nobody pushes me off. FORSYTHE: You can't see what causes it? SCP-7019: I'm limited to my own perspective. Apparently, nobody ever tells me what it is. Maybe nobody else will know either. FORSYTHE: Why haven't you told anyone about this until now? SCP-7019: [chuckles] You know where we are? FORSYTHE: They have anomalies on the payroll, you know. If you're as good as you sound, you are a massive asset. SCP-7019: Most of those were already personnel before they developed anomalous properties. You'll also notice that they don't let them work directly with skips anymore, for the same reason you don't mix random chemicals together. I've seen what would happen if I spoke up. It's not impossible for them to accept me, but those odds are extremely remote. I'd at least lose my position as commander, and I can't risk that. Though… if Toad's been snitching about it, it may not matter anymore. FORSYTHE: So… what now, then? SCP-7019: Now? Now that you know, I can keep you posted on what to expect. You've been a good friend, Liam, and I appreciate that. Keep following my orders, and I'll do everything I can to make sure both of us come out alive. Though with Toad as a hostile agent… he's still useful, sure, but since that rookie died early it may be you or him… FORSYTHE: The rookie? What about him? SCP-7019: He worked at Site-228 before he came here. They hadn't even revoked his keycard access yet. FORSYTHE: Site-228? What's at Site- [SCP-7019 shushes him, looking at the door. A few seconds later, two agents walk in while talking to one another] SCP-7019: You know, Liam, you look tired. FORSYTHE: …what? SCP-7019: Why don't you take tomorrow off? FORSYTHE: What are you… oh. I see. Are you sure you won't need me? SCP-7019: Yes, I'll take care of it. Go take Mia somewhere nice. FORSYTHE: I… okay. Let me know if I can do anything to help. SCP-7019: I will. Enjoy your day off. FORSYTHE: Take care of yourself, John. SCP-7019: Thanks, Liam. See you Saturday. [END TRANSMISSION] The day after this exchange (2022/7/29), MTF Epsilon-11 was deployed to respond to a mass containment breach at Site-228. While the operation was ultimately successful, four Epsilon-11 agents, including Captain Lawrimore, were killed after becoming trapped in a maintenance corridor. They were unable to use the main hallways because they were not granted keycard access in time to prevent the breach from spiraling out of control, despite SCP-7019's repeated requests for emergency access. Footnotes 1. Special operations and counterterrorism unit of the Austrian Federal Ministry of the Interior. 2. "Kit" is an informal term used within MTF Epsilon-11 to refer to a rookie member. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7019" by Attila the Pun, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7019. 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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